Chapter 1
The alluring breeze swept across the rooftop of The Grand Terrace, where the ambiance was rich with vibrant lights and laughter. Juliet Summers, dressed in a maid’s outfit, delicately navigated through the crowd thick with the scent of extravagant perfumes. Dapperly dressed gentlemen often approached her, attempting to engage in awkward flirtations, but Juliet effortlessly deflected their advances with flirty whispers in their ears, claiming she was just a call away. Passing a mirrored wall, Juliet adjusted the hem of her short skirt, striving to keep it modest. At the Tavern Bar, she poured drinks, and while lifting her gaze inadvertently, she caught sight of a man in the VIP Chamber, surrounded by a bevy of beauties. Backlit, his sharply defined profile exuded an air of wealth and privilege; his crisp shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the collar, and he lounged comfortably, showcasing a pair of vintage leather shoes that gleamed under the lights. As she approached the VIP Chamber with her tray of drinks, she tripped over someone’s foot and stumbled. The noise of shattering glass filled the space, cutting through the chatter. Fortunately, Juliet managed to grab the edge of the table just in time, averting a fall onto the shards. She brushed off the tiny pieces of glass from her outfit and shot a cold glare at the woman, who had carelessly caused her tumble. “Got a bit of a limp, do you? Can hardly keep it together,” she remarked coolly. The woman, who had previously worn a smug smile, bristled at the insult. Nearby, the man surrounded by admirers let out a quiet chuckle. Juliet looked up to catch his eye—a handsome face framed by deep, laughing eyes, his smirk radiating a charm that edged on arrogance. Juliet, feeling a rush of confidence, licked her lips and flashed her best smile before turning away to continue her rounds. In the restroom, she quickly wiped off some wine stains. Just then, two women barged in, one of whom was the very one who had tripped her earlier. “Hannah, that's her!” the woman fumed. “She just insulted me. Plus, she was trying to flirt with Sebastian Stone!” The other woman’s face twisted with fury as she approached, and without hesitation, she slapped Juliet hard across the face. Dazed, Juliet blinked, and before she could compose herself, the woman exclaimed, “You should be careful about who you flirt with! Sebastian Stone is my fiancé, Elaine Bright. Haven't you been keeping up with the news?” Juliet lifted her head, her face reddened from the slap. She glared at the woman, whom she now knew as Elaine Bright. Elaine sneered back, pointing a finger threateningly. “Watch it, sweetheart.” After the pair left, Juliet stared at her reflection, momentarily stunned by her pink cheek. Shaking off the surprise, she meticulously re-applied her makeup. Flashing an exaggerated sultry smile at the mirror, she quickly transitioned it back to a cool demeanor and stepped out of the restroom. Reapproaching the VIP Chamber, she leaned over the glass table, her arms supporting her weight as she flashed a practiced, flirtatious smile at Sebastian Stone, the man they had just mentioned. “Uncle, would you give me your number?” she cooed sweetly, her voice laced with innocence. Gasps filled the room as all eyes turned to them. Juliet's ample cleavage, accentuated by her maid outfit, caught Sebastian's full attention. The word “uncle” made him raise an eyebrow in surprise, and a playful smile crossed his lips, intrigued by the boldness of this little minx. Seeing that he hadn’t yet formulated a response, Juliet nonchalantly pulled out her phone and presented it to him. Sure enough, he took it with a smirk, the tension in the air thickening with newfound excitement.
Chapter 2
As Juliet Summers received her phone back, she flashed a playful smile, defiantly glancing around at the other women before twisting her waist and turning away. When Juliet returned to the Rented Cottage, her younger brother was already fast asleep. She took a quick shower and sat by the window, drying her hair. The reflection in the glass revealed her youthful profile: an unadorned face with smooth, porcelain skin, complemented by a lively smile. That night, Juliet experienced a long, vivid dream. In it, a heavy snowfall blanketed a busy street; the man she missed dearly was standing at a corner, waving to her. As she rushed toward him, excitement surged, only to fade when she reached him and recognized it wasn't the familiar face of Nicolas but a stranger—Sebastian Stone. The following morning, Juliet arrived early at the Academy of Arts for her classes. She changed out of her casual white T-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers into practice clothes, warming up her legs and rehearsing a new dance routine. During a break, Juliet overheard classmates gossiping about an ongoing scandal at school: the star performer was allegedly being supported by multiple men. Recently, a forum exploded with photos showing her cozying up to various men outside luxury hotels, even linking to a complete photo archive. The roster of men included not only older gentlemen like Sir Oldric Hart, but also a plethora of wealthy second-generation heirs. The performer’s sordid affairs quickly became the talk of the campus. Sir Lydia West, with a sneer, teased Juliet, "Even if someone were to be 'kept', you'd think they'd choose someone worth it. This girl is so easy; she’s already been through the whole circle at such a young age." Juliet fell silent at those words. Sir Lydia sighed, "Once you step onto that path, there's no escaping it. Don’t you agree, Summers?" Juliet took a moment before softly responding, “Some things are beyond our control. If money is the only way to survive, I could accept that. The loss of dignity and morals isn't as painful as life and death.” Juliet had long been prepared to bend for financial security, but she was resolute that she wouldn’t accept any money she could earn through her own effort by lying down. Students from the Guild of Performers often receive invitations to dinners, making money just by being present, but Juliet refused that kind of easy cash. Instead, she ventured into part-time jobs as a promotional model, event hostess, and extra work for the local Players Company. However, she recently found herself reluctantly helping a classmate, Hannah, with personal work, which led her to one of those dinner parties. Walking into the Private Chamber, Juliet was greeted by the lively chatter and clinking glasses of the patrons. Amelia, a friend from class, seated Juliet next to an older gentleman, Sir Oldric. Only after sitting down did Juliet realize he was the president of a Taiwanese record label. Sir Oldric tried to strike up a conversation with Juliet, casually leaning in closer. She plastered on an uncomfortable smile while subtly shifting away. Just then, a tall figure entered the room, flanked by admirers. He stood out in the crowd, and Juliet's gaze immediately locked onto him. To her astonishment, it was Sebastian Stone. As Sebastian settled into the main seat and surveyed the room, his eyes landed on Juliet, momentarily pausing. His brow furrowed as he sized up the man leaning into her, Sir Oldric, before his expression shifted to one of cold detachment.
Chapter 3
At the dinner party, the atmosphere was lively as guests took turns toasting. Sebastian Stone was the distinguished guest of honor, and naturally, the men at the table brought their female partners to raise a glass in his honor. Nestled beside Sebastian was the strikingly popular Daisy, who knew her way around the social scene. With a sweet smile that lit up the room, she graciously shielded Sebastian from one drink after another, charming the male guests and keeping the spirits high. Juliet Summers, however, sat quietly, observing the lively exchanges with a half-hearted glass of red wine in hand, feeling too buzzed to raise her own cup. As the dinner drew to a close, the women gathered in a circle for one last toast. A flurry of laughter erupted as a group of them clustered around Sebastian, eager to pay their respects. Daisy stood loyally by Sebastian’s side, willingly accepting drinks on his behalf while he remained untouched by any of the alcohol. Finally, it was Juliet's turn. She approached Sebastian and, bending slightly, raised her glass, “Mr. Stone, this one's for you.” She poured herself a sip of the finest whiskey, determined not to let the evening get the better of her. “Just a single sip?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his teasing tone eliciting laughter from those around them. Once again, she caught sight of Nicolas leaning against the wall, smirking at the playful banter. Feeling cornered, Juliet tilted her head back and finished the drink in one go, feeling the burn of the whiskey all the way down. “Alright then, let's toast,” Sebastian said nonchalantly, lifting his own glass with a hint of amusement. Juliet stood frozen, her empty glass in hand, as the others urged her to drink more and joke with Sebastian. Before she could protest, someone thrust a shot of baijiu into her hands. Grinding her teeth, she accepted it, holding it up towards Sebastian. “I’ll take the lead.” With her eyes closed, she chugged down the fiery liquor, feeling it sear her throat before it settled into her stomach. After the dinner, Juliet strolled along the enchanting garden pathway out of the venue. As she reached Wayne's Road, a black sedan rolled up behind her, its headlights casting a glow over the damp pavement. “Ms. Summers, please get in,” Sebastian's voice came as the window rolled down. Once inside the car, the mood shifted to one of heavy silence, broken only by the dull hum of tires on asphalt. Sebastian sat with a stoic face, staring out the window. “Mr. Stone, is there something you need?” Juliet broke the uneasy quiet. “Why not call me 'Uncle' anymore?” he turned slightly, a playful smirk on his lips. Juliet held his gaze, a cool expression settling on her face. “Uncle, what do you need?” Their eyes locked, and Juliet could see something turbulent flickering in Sebastian's depths before he looked away, casually asking, “Where are you staying?” For the duration of the ride to her rented cottage, neither of them spoke again. Juliet barely managed a thank you before stepping out of the car, just as the sedan sped away like a shadow into the night. A few days later, while passing by the campus bulletin board, Juliet's eyes landed on a familiar image: a photo of her with that Taiwanese record producer, Sebastian Stone, with his arm wrapped around her shoulders, almost suggestive in the angle captured. The headline “Underage Girl Swept Away by Entertainment Tycoon” screamed at her, and rumors of her being courted by an older man spread through the school like wildfire. Shortly after, Elaine Bright confronted Juliet, her convertible parked outside the drama school. Their talks were charged and filled with threats until Elaine finally spat, “If you keep pursuing Sebastian Stone, I will ruin your life.” “You’ve already done that by posting these slanderous headlines,” Juliet replied, her eyes unwavering as she fiercely addressed Elaine. “What more could I fear?” Before Elaine could respond, Juliet pulled out her phone from her coat pocket and waved it in front of her face. “Since you're admitting to these threats, I’ll take this to the police. Thanks for the proof.” Seeing the color drain from Elaine’s face brought a smile to Juliet's lips as she turned to leave, confident and invigorated. After filing her report at the nearby precinct, Juliet received a call from Sebastian the very next day. His car was waiting for her at the end of the lane. When she slid into the passenger seat, he neither smiled nor spoke but immediately said, “Cancel the report.” With a pause, he continued, “Taking this to court won't solve anything. Besides, you can't afford the legal battle.” Juliet stared at him, realizing he came as an arbitrator—uninvited yet determined. “Here’s some money as a settlement to drop the case,” he said, nodding toward a bank card resting on the plush leather seat. She picked up the card, weighing it in her hand with a wry smile. “How much is on here? Is it enough to compensate for my reputation, which is in tatters thanks to Elaine's posting of that photo?” “Did you have an affair with an old man?” he queried mockingly, though she could hear a slight edge to his tone. “No,” she asserted, meeting his gaze resolutely. Sebastian was taken aback for a moment. They stared at each other, and a subtle smile crept onto Sebastian’s lips. “Then how much do you want to make this go away?” Juliet flicked the card with her fingertip, letting it fall to the floor mats of the car, she chuckled lightly, “No amount would make me agree to that.” A strange, darker smile flickered across Sebastian's features, filling the dim confines of the car with unsettling complexity.
Chapter 4
In recent days, Julian Summers had been saying that the sunlight was too glaring, and his eye condition seemed to have worsened. After finally making it to the hospital for an examination, it was discovered that Julian had developed a retinal tear. Fortunately, they sought medical help just in time. The doctor recommended hospitalization, and Juliet Summers had to pay the upfront deposit, leaving her savings nearly depleted. The ongoing treatment would require expenses that were beyond estimation. As Juliet walked back to the hospital room, clutching the payment receipt, she spotted Julian being led by a nurse to have his vision tested. His innocent face lit up with a carefree smile. She stood there for a long while, struggling to wipe away the tears that burned her cheeks. With a deep breath, she turned and took out her phone, dialing a number. In Brook, Juliet found herself at the Sanctuary Vineyard, a quiet place away from the bustle of the city. After waiting for several hours, Sebastian Stone finally arrived, strolling in with a group of men in sharp suits. He caught sight of Juliet from across the room but deliberately ignored her, engaged in easy conversation with his companions. Recognizing that Sebastian was intentionally dismissing her, Juliet remained seated patiently not far from their table. As midnight approached, Sebastian's companions began to leave one by one, until only he was left. Juliet finally made her move and walked over to him. Sebastian leaned back on the sofa, his eyes closed, seemingly resting. When he heard her footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes, locking gaze with Juliet. "Mr. Stone, I’m here to settle our matter. Please, give me the money," Juliet stated firmly yet respectfully. Sebastian loosened his tie, revealing his sharp, pale collarbone. He frowned slightly and shook his head. "This is a hassle for us, Juliet. You’re causing problems." Juliet shot back directly, "If I continue to pursue this, won’t that just create even more trouble for both of us?" Sebastian’s piercing eyes narrowed as he scrutinized her. Their eyes locked for a few seconds, and Juliet sensed the emotions swirling in his gaze. With a swallow, she continued, "Mr. Stone, I urgently need money. Other than withdrawing my report, what do you need from me to release the funds?" Sebastian remained silent, his gaze roving over her delicate features, tracing down her neck and resting on her chest. Finally, his eyes settled on her shimmering, hopeful gaze. Using Sebastian's card, Juliet managed to prepay for the hospital expenses. After settling the bill, the doctor scheduled Julian for surgery. Days turned into weeks, and Juliet spent every spare moment juggling classes and work, running back and forth to the hospital to keep Julian company. On her birthday, Juliet arrived at the Seaside Inn in good time. Standing before the window of her suite, she gazed out at the shimmering Huangpu River and the neon-lit Pearl Tower under the evening’s glow. She opened a box on the bed, revealing a black cocktail dress with a bow and a shoebox containing a pair of strappy high heels. After taking a shower and drying her hair, Juliet slipped into the dress and donned the heels. The skirt was short, barely covering the tops of her thighs, with long straps crisscrossing up her legs. In front of the mirror, she admired her reflection; her bright, delicate features framed by flowing hair and a neckline that accentuated her figure. Her legs were snugly wrapped in the straps, leaving a hint of mystery below the hem. Just as she was lost in thought in front of the mirror, she heard the door creak open. Sebastian walked in, shedding his coat while glancing at the self-conscious Juliet standing before the glass. Noticing her timid demeanor, he chuckled softly, loosening his tie as he approached her from behind. Sebastian wrapped his arms around Juliet, capturing her gaze in the mirror. He slowly pulled at the zipper of her dress, as though unwrapping a delicate gift. His cool fingers trailed along her jaw, down her neck, and finally landed on the bow in front. With a gentle tug, the bow fell away, and as if released from confinement, her delicate curves sprang forth, exposed. "Happy birthday, little girl. Eighteen,” Sebastian murmured softly. Juliet’s shoulders trembled slightly, feeling a wave of vulnerability as she leaned against his firm chest. His fingers kneaded her soft flesh, coaxing her sensitive skin to bloom under his touch. Feeling Sebastian's playful manipulation of her body, Juliet instinctively turned her gaze away, shame flooding her. Sebastian’s eyes danced with mischief as he nibbled on her neck, lifting her chin to gaze directly into the mirror. Caught in his grasp, Juliet had no choice but to watch as he toyed with her. In that moment, their eyes locked in the reflection, his handsome face betraying a smirk, tension thick in the air. Sebastian’s hands slid down to her waist before clenching her backside, teasing and exploring before traveling further. When his fingers grazed her most intimate area, Juliet shivered, her body responding involuntarily. She remained exposed while Sebastian was impeccably dressed, a stark contrast that was alluring in its outrageousness.
Chapter 5
Sebastian Stone ran his fingers through the white lust at her entrance, bringing it to her lips. With a daring, intimate gaze, he whispered, "Taste yourself." Juliet Summers bit her lip, hesitating for a brief moment before parting her lips and taking his fingers into her mouth. He moved his fingers sensuously inside her mouth, teasing her tongue with a knowing touch. She responded by licking and sucking, letting his long fingers plunge deeper into her mouth. Once Sebastian withdrew his fingers, he lifted her chin gently. His breath came in short, heated bursts as he asked, "Do you know how to use your mouth?" Juliet understood the implication and, under his intense gaze, slowly sank to her knees. Glancing up at the bulge straining his dress pants, she reached for his belt, undoing it with practiced hands. Feeling through his trousers, Juliet wrapped her fingers around his already hard member, pulling down his boxer briefs. The massive, throbbing shaft sprung free, nearly brushing her face. Holding it in her hand, she looked up at him with eyes full of desire. "This is my first time," she whispered before enveloping the flushed head of his cock, her tongue swirling around its edge. She took him deeper, her lips stretching wide. The tantalizing view of Juliet Summers sucking him off made up for her inexperience. Sebastian Stone's breath became erratic, his chest heaving with intensity. In the next moment, he held Juliet's head firmly, thrusting into her throat with a fierce urgency. Her mouth was so wet and tight, enveloping his growing cock. Sebastian moaned with pleasure, each thrust becoming rougher and more demanding. Juliet pushed against his hips, tears brimming as she looked up at him. Her silent plea was ignored as he kept her head steady, locked in place. After several relentless thrusts, with a deep groan, Sebastian came, filling her throat with his hot, thick cum. Juliet's eyes watered as she struggled to swallow it all, some spilling out, mingling with her tears and trickling down to her ample chest. "Lick it clean," Sebastian ordered, using his thumb to wipe the semen from the corner of her mouth, guiding his semi-hard cock back to her lips. Juliet bit her lip in a moment of clear distaste. But she opened her mouth, running her tongue along his shaft, licking up every drop. Seeing the milky fluid glisten on her pink tongue before she swallowed it made him hard again almost instantly. Sebastian stroked her jaw, his voice husky. "Does it taste good?" Juliet looked up at him, a mix of defiance and submission in her eyes, but she forced a smile, saying, "Yes, it does." In the next heartbeat, Sebastian pulled Juliet to her feet, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He dominated her mouth, tasting the remnants of himself on her tongue as his rigid cock pressed insistently against her. Lifting her effortlessly, he laid her down on the bed. He lowered his mouth to her swollen pink nipples, nibbling and sucking, while his hips nudged his cock closer to her waiting entrance. "Ah," Juliet moaned softly, a sharp, tingling sensation spreading from her nipples. Sebastian's hand caressed her long legs, holding her ankle as his hips pressed forward. Without hesitation, he pushed into her tight, delicate flower, inch by inch, stretching her open with each thrust.
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