Chapter 1
In the height of summer in Briarwood, the days had been relentless with heat, not a drop of rain falling, causing the cement roads to sizzle and steam. Under the shade of a mighty oak tree rested a sleek black Maybach, capturing the attention of every passing boy who couldn’t help but stare in awe. Isabella swung open the metal locker, pulling out a dusty pink plaid skirt. Clad in her school uniform, she bounded downstairs and skillfully opened the car door, diving into Henrik’s embrace like a chick eager for its nest. The car windows were tinted to ensure privacy. Henrik paused, momentarily stunned, but Isabella had already wrapped her arms around his neck before he could react. The fine silk of his shirt felt cool and smooth against her skin, alleviating much of the oppressive heat. Isabella hummed softly, nibbled on his earlobe, and teasingly rubbed her soft bosom against Henrik’s chest. She could feel him harden almost immediately. “Henrik, you're so cold. Let me warm you up,” she giggled, undoing his trousers. With a flick and a tug, she pushed aside his boxers, revealing his impressive length. She had been anticipating his arrival, pleasuring herself in the sheets until she was wet and ready. Now, she lifted her purposefully short skirt and straddled him, pressing her slick entrance against his hardened flesh. The tip of him grazed her sensitive bud, sending shivers down her spine. Her soft moans filled the confined space, juices flowing freely as she ground against him. The leather seat started to stain with the evidence of her desire. Henrik, having spent too long away surveying in South Africa, found his body incredibly sensitive, the build-up of tension making him almost painfully aroused. Clear drops of precum glistened, urging him to some urgent relief. His hand came down in a firm but affectionate slap on her bottom. “So naughty. Not even wearing panties,” he chided. Isabella gasped at the spank but her body reacted truthfully, a gush of wetness spilling forth as she stuck out her tongue playfully and clamped down tighter around him. “Relax a bit,” Henrik murmured, pulling apart her sailor-style top and fondling the soft mounds hidden under her lace bra. Her nipples perked instantly to his touch, her heated body swaying in harmony with his rhythmic thrusts. Henrik’s visit to the principal was supposed to be a formal matter, but the insistent little pixie in his arms roused desires he couldn’t suppress. With time ticking away, there was no luxury for a prolonged session. Henrik’s hands roamed down, expertly pressing and circling her clit, making her body convulse with electric pleasure, begging for more. Knowing every inch of her body after so long together, Henrik drove straight to the point, thrusting into her most tender spots. Isabella went weak, her inner walls clenching around him, nearly milking a moan from his lips. Usually the epitome of decorum, even Henrik couldn’t hold back his grunts, each one low yet charged, more stirring than any vibrating toy. Her core felt stretched and filled, but still wanted more. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, Isabella arching back, her body earnest in its quest to heighten her senses and reach the pinnacle of pleasure. She moved with him, intensifying the contact, determined to both give and take every ounce of pleasure.
Chapter 2
“Easy now, continue…” As both reached the crescendo, Henrik’s firm grip guided Isabella’s hips as he drove into her with unrestrained vigor. After countless thrusts, he finally stilled, releasing a torrent of thick seeds deep within her. Exhaustion overtook Isabella, her breath ragged and her moans fragmented. Trembling, she collapsed against his chest, spent. When Henrik finally withdrew, his member now semi-soft, he avoided looking at her flushed, weakened state. Composing himself, he knocked on the front seat to signal the driver. The partition lowered and the driver awaited orders. “To the office building.” “Right away, sir.” Isabella was a mess; her nipples swollen and lips blossomed outward, mingling their fluids as it dripped down. Draped in Henrik’s jacket, she took his finger into her mouth, earning a light tap on her forehead from him. “Wait for me at home.” Her voice, still sweet and tender from their recent intimacy, flowed like the golden fill of a custard bun, “Sure thing.” With a brooding look, he shut the car door with a resounding “snap,” and the driver redirected to take Isabella home. Once the partition was up again, the back seat provided her the privacy she needed to change. After dressing, she grabbed her phone and messaged her dorm group, letting them know she’d be staying at home this week. —— This was her sixth year being kept by Henrik. The common folk knew little of the implications of such a title, only that Henrik was a wealthy and influential man, frequently jet-setting around the globe. Regular deposits and gifts secured Isabella’s contented lifestyle, defined by a steady yet uncomplicated routine. Having a benefactor like Henrik was enough for Isabella. When the car entered downtown, she first headed to the supermarket to buy groceries. To sustain her status, Isabella meticulously maintained herself, investing heavily in personal care and even mastering culinary skills to set herself apart from Henrik’s other female companions. Her goal was to be unforgettable to him. Henrik adored meat and seafood but loathed vegetables, with a particular aversion to chives and green peppers. Despite his austere demeanor, he transformed into a picky child when it came to meals, and Isabella often relished the maternal satisfaction of cajoling him into eating healthier. As she plated the final dish of eel, the doorbell rang. Clad in a high school uniform, Isabella welcomed Henrik, handing him his slippers while demurely calling him “big brother.” Logically, Isabella wasn’t Henrik’s typical dalliance. She’d assumed at first he valued her quiet demeanor, until she once glimpsed a family portrait that revealed the truth. It was then she understood the allure of true nobility, and the stark seven-degree resemblance between her and the girl in the photo, Henrik’s sister Jasmine, who had left the country years ago, leaving behind a trail of heartbreak. Since then, she’d adopted the “big brother” act to heighten Henrik’s immersion in their dynamic. Even today’s school uniform was specially purchased from Henrik’s old high school. Henrik, initially stunned by her antics, took a while before he said, “This stops here.” As the words left his mouth, Isabella was nestling against his arm, her soft breasts brushing against him. She froze, unsure of what to do, her eyes stinging but more from embarrassment than sadness. “You’ve gained enough over these years,” Henrik remarked, frowning slightly. “Pack up your things from the guest room tonight. Jasmine despises clutter.” So that was it. She’d figured her status was secure as long as Jasmine, now overseas, remained out of reach. But plans fell apart, and now the princess was returning. Knowing the battle was lost, Isabella nodded obediently and went to the bedroom. When she reappeared, she was dressed more modestly. “What are your plans now?” The change in their status left them oddly distant as they sat at the same table. “Maybe open a Dumpling House,” Isabella replied, playing with another delicacy. Henrik watched her tongue flick out, memories of her enthusiastic efforts in bed stirring inconveniently. Unable to resist, he muttered in Cantonese, “Still such a tease.” Isabella understood the compliment hidden in the insult aimed at a kept woman. “Visit often when it opens,” she replied with a smile. Henrik fell silent, simply pulling a card from his wallet. “If you need anything, contact me.” Taking the small black card, Isabella responded softly, “I will.” After dinner, she packed her things, aware of his gaze. She deliberately arched her back, black stockings clinging to her long legs, her short skirt barely covering her. “Shall we have a goodbye romp?” Her doll-like face glowed with a celestial light. Though Henrik said nothing, his body's action was answer enough. That night, for the last time, Isabella poured her heart into their feverish embrace.
Chapter 3
Isabella's grandmother passed away early, leaving her and her brother to rely on each other. If it weren't for Henrik, a kind figure in their lives, Isabella might have dropped out of school. In this relationship, Isabella learned the importance of gratitude and repayment; now, with Henrik making firm decisions, it was her turn to be considerate and not hold on too tightly. She packed her belongings—mostly just enough to fill a twenty-six-inch suitcase. When she arrived, Henrik's driver had brought her, and as dawn broke, her assistant Joe called a cab to take her to the market. Opening the Dumpling House wasn't just a daydream; she had researched the site thoroughly. The previous owner was an enchanting, delicate woman who had started a café under the patronage of a wealthy benefactor. Unfortunately, it had failed for several years, and recent frustrations led her to finally sell. After several rounds of negotiation, Isabella managed to buy it at a bargain. Unlike Miss Goldwyn's whimsical venture, Isabella’s family had a long-standing tradition in the restaurant business. Before working with Henrik, she had worked in cafeterias and even at the Dumpling House. During college, she sold spicy skewers and grilled squid at stands, so she was not a stranger to the culinary world. The store included a small loft that used to serve as a storeroom but could be converted into living space. The previous owner's vintage furniture was cleared out, letting in sunlight that streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the rustic wooden tables and chairs—everything clean and imbued with warmth. She consulted the calendar, predicting that the grand opening would be a huge success with prosperity ahead. Dropping her suitcase, Isabella took a quick spin around the shop before hopping on her electric scooter and heading to the morning market. Many young people seemed perpetually tired; many households had no time to cook and often chose nearby grocery stores. Isabella, a young girl among a sea of older faces, stood out brightly. She strolled past the various stalls; summer had wilted the vegetables quickly. In the end, she picked up just enough—several pounds of radishes, cabbage, ginger, and long beans, along with five glass jars for pickling. Isabella had learned this skill from the family cook at Henrik’s house. The process was intricate: steaming, drying, and carefully measuring ingredients—each step was essential for achieving a refreshing taste that complemented the main dishes. With the jars neatly arranged against the wall, Isabella wrapped up her first day. After a quick shower in the bathroom, she collapsed onto her iron-frame bed in the loft, contemplating how to move forward. She loved school, so she chose this location near the university. Seeing groups of students brought a smile to her face. For now, running this little shop was enough; she could always expand once everything was on track. Dumpling House didn't require a head chef right away, but the expert who made dumplings wouldn't start until next week, and she still hadn’t hired delivery staff. With the opening day approaching, she had a lot to do tomorrow. The next day, she continued to wake early to gather fresh meat and veggies, preparing her ingredients. Unsure of what the day’s business would be like, she hesitated to over-order. She had pork with scallions, shrimp with chives, carrot with eggs, and beef with onions, crafting colorful piles. Yet, this was just the beginning. While the dough could be made by a machine, mixing fillings and rolling dumplings required her personal attention. As Isabella battled with the workload, the chime of a bell interrupted her thoughts. "Excuse me, are you hiring?" She stepped out, her apron still on, to find a tall, lean young man at the door, wearing sneakers and jeans, his skin a bit tan, but his smile revealed exceptionally white teeth.
Chapter 4
“Hey, Senior Isabella,” Nathaniel greeted, his cheeks flushed from the heat. A sophomore at Briarwood University, he came from a mining region in the Northeast. His tuition was financed through government loans, and during breaks he stayed on campus to work part-time for living expenses. “I remember you! You performed at the welcome party,” Isabella replied, her eyes bright. She had been a member of the student council’s executive board, involved in organizing events, so plenty of students recognized her. She didn’t take Nathaniel's attempt at familiarity too seriously. “I manage food delivery around here. We have electric bikes and a steady wage of $1,000 a month, which includes lunch and dinner. On days when it's busy, you get extra pay for each delivery, and you can schedule your downtime however you like. Just hang out at the shop and read or play games.” Nathaniel nodded, acknowledging that the offer was fair. The work would be busiest during lunch and dinner rush hours, but that was manageable, especially with the free meals included. “Do you know how to ride an electric bike?” “Absolutely, Miss Isabella!” he chuckled, his confidence evident. “Great! Come by the day after tomorrow for a trial. Whether it works out or not, you'll get paid,” she instructed, already assessing how he would fit into the shop's routine. “Is there anything I can help you with right now?” Nathaniel inquired, eager to be of use on his first day. Isabella smiled, “I think I’m all set. You've been helpful, but why don’t you step outside and take a break? I’ll fry up a couple of dishes, and it’ll be ready soon.” Grateful for his willingness to jump in, she watched as he bounded out. With a spring in her step, Isabella quickly chopped the vegetables and seasoned the meat for their dinner—this wasn’t just a meal for two. She prepared a hearty spread: fried meat, seasoned spinach with vermicelli, and a comforting tomato and egg soup. They needed fuel for their busy evening ahead. Once they finished, Nathaniel insisted on washing the dishes, a task he completed with speed before saying his goodbyes. He would have offered to walk her back to her dorm, but upon learning she lived above the store, he thought better of it. “Isabella, remember to lock your doors and windows before bed. If you need anything, just text or call me. I’m close by and can be here in a flash,” he said earnestly, his gaze intense and sincere. “Yeah, I got it! Don’t worry! The dorm closes its doors at eleven. If you’re late, the innkeeper’s going to give you a lecture,” she teased, enjoying their light banter. Nathaniel took one last glance at the shop’s clock, hesitation crossing his features. “I’ll head back now. See you in the morning!” He zipped away into the darkening streets, unaware that, for him, that day had been particularly special. With the shop closed and quiet, Isabella took a moment to unwind, treating herself to a face mask while catching a financial news segment that featured a polished, charming host interviewing business tycoon Henrik Hague. He looked every bit the part in his tailored suit, speaking passionately and decisively as if he had a lot on his mind. Isabella sighed in annoyance, clicking the remote to turn it off. Lying back in her bed, she stared at the stars through the skylight, the eeriness of the second day without Nathaniel creeping over her. It felt as if time had stopped, making their past brief encounter feel ancient, as if he lived on a distant cloud, far removed from her world. Tossing and turning at night, her thoughts betrayed her as they danced around Henrik’s talk, resonating in her ears as if unleashing the more primal desires she tried to suppress. “...Hague Holdings will focus on renewable energy in the future...” Her fingers instinctively found their way to her body as she lay there, responding to the tension that had built inside her. Was it truly him she missed, or just the thrill he invoked? With the closing statement of Henrik's speech, a wave of longing washed over her, pulling her to a climax that left her exhausted, rendering sleep inevitable and deep. Two days later, an international flight landed at Briarwood Airport. An elegantly dressed woman smiled at Henrik as the sound of firecrackers erupted in the distance, and the little Dumpling House around the corner buzzed with activity.
Chapter 5
As Isabella approached her senior year in college, the heavy course loads had eased considerably, giving students ample time to pursue their own paths. In her dormitory, some of her roommates buried themselves in study rooms, preparing for graduate exams or sorting through corporate recruitment options at major companies. However, Isabella took a different direction—she opened a Dumpling House. With the new restaurant's grand opening, she distributed flyers and an array of discount coupons, generating buzz on campus with the promise of free loyalty cards. Yet, the limited menu focused solely on dumplings, and business had been dismal—the first two months were marked by significant losses, worsening after summer break hit and foot traffic dwindled. Isabella knew she had to be patient, but the pressures of rent, utilities, and staffing loomed over her like a dark cloud. To boost revenue, she extended her hours and introduced a breakfast menu. To her surprise, business picked up far more than she'd anticipated. Rich and smooth millet porridge, hearty buns fragrant with seasoning, and savory tea eggs quickly became local favorites. The beautifully crafted steamed dumplings enticed many women from nearby office buildings, and complimentary small dishes encouraged diners to linger longer in the restaurant. By 10:30 a.m., Isabella sat behind the counter, diligently crunching numbers on her calculator. For the morning alone, she'd earned over five hundred dollars—though exhausting, it felt rewarding to see her investment starting to pay off. “Hey, big sis, I'm back!” Nathaniel burst through the door, fresh from delivering a group order, beads of sweat marking his forehead. Without looking up, Isabella replied, “There's some mung bean water in the fridge; go cool off.” Nathaniel chuckled softly, but rather than quenching his own thirst first, he poured a glass for Isabella. “Big sis, there’s always more work to do. You should take a break.” Isabella raised an eyebrow, bemused. “Now you're lecturing me?” The filtered mung bean water, with its crystal-clear green hue and delicate osmanthus flowers floating atop, looked refreshing. Nathaniel's earnest demeanor reminded her of an eager puppy, waiting patiently for his owner's next move. In his early twenties, he was straightforward and sincere. Isabella wasn't blind to his feelings; she had noticed his affections for her but chose not to indulge them. Romance felt complex, yet casual connections seemed much simpler. Perhaps later on, if they separated in terms of work, a friends-with-benefits arrangement wouldn't be so bad. As her thoughts drifted, her phone rang, interrupting her reverie. “Hello, am I speaking to a parent of Silas? I’m his homeroom teacher, and I’m afraid Silas got into a conflict with a classmate…” “Conflict? How is Silas? Is he hurt? What about the other kid? Please, just explain what happened.” “Please don’t worry just yet. The other student involved... has a rather unique background, so it's best to prepare yourself.” Isabella bit her lip. Without parents or guardians of her own, she had been raised by her grandmother. Silas was her only remaining family, and that bond held tremendous significance. Silas was bright, gentle, and attended one of the best public schools—he shouldn't have been involved in anything troubling. Besides, the privileged kids often went to private international schools. How had a confrontation occurred? With each passing moment, the situation felt increasingly bizarre; however, knowing that Silas hadn’t been harmed eased her anxiety a little. She quickly hailed a cab to the school. Knowing that the other family might be influential, she decided to assert herself. After all, appearances could carry weight; she deliberately wore her unloved Hermes purse—a symbol of wealth that had yet to be sold. “Respect must first be given to appearances,” she knew all too well; the luxurious Himalayan crocodile finish might lend her some intimidation. As an additional precaution, she tucked away a business card left by her late mentor, Henrik. After sharing intimate moments with Miss Silas, she reasoned he might just help with this little endeavor.
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