Chapter 1
Aveline Blackwood walked in just as Lucian Fairweather was hosting a viewing party at his house for the senior guys from his class. Thick curtains blocked out the glaring sunlight, but they couldn't muffle the sounds of the raunchy film playing and the guys' excited chatter. “This girl’s got some serious curves...” one of them remarked. “Yep, she’s totally wild,” another chimed in. “Man, just listening to her makes me want to...” The teenage boys were full of energy and too often indulged in it in private moments like these. With the rare opportunity to relax together, each of them had a gleam in their eyes, and several couldn't hold back, openly pulling out their phones and taking matters into their own hands. “Wow…” “Dude… this is insane!” Just as they were lost in their excitement, the sudden sound of the door swinging open interrupted the atmosphere. “Bang—” It was Aveline Blackwood. Her mature appearance and alluring presence instantly threw the group into chaos. Some turned away in a hurry, hastily adjusting their pants, while others gasped in surprise, their faces flushing red. “What are you doing here?” Only Lucian, the host of this wildly inappropriate gathering, managed to stay calm. With a laid-back smile, he quickly shut off the video, discreetly tucked himself back into his pants, and rose to greet her. At eighteen, Lucian Fairweather had that striking blend of boyish charm and mature good looks, radiating a mix of youthful energy and grounded composure—a rare combination that made him undeniably dazzling. Yet, for a fleeting moment, Aveline’s gaze dimmed as she laid eyes on him. Just for a moment. She kept her tone steady, even slightly indifferent as she replied, “No one’s home. I came to mooch a meal.” Lucian chuckled, stepping closer to her. He casually took the brand-new Hermès bag from her hand, hanging it on a nearby chair. “What do you want to eat? I’ll whip something up.” The boys, still recovering from the shock, broke out into playful hoots and jeers. Lucian then draped an arm over Aveline’s shoulders, playfully scolding the others, “Come on, you guys, chill. She’s just my childhood friend. My sister.” No explanation was needed; Aveline was practically a celebrity at St. Alban’s Academy. She was known for cutting classes and getting into fights, her grades always hovering at the bottom of the class. She smoked, partied, and had enough boyfriends to fill a small town—all of which only seemed to amplify her allure. Despite her reckless image, she consistently topped the charts for the Headmaster’s Flower award year after year. It was simple: she was drop-dead gorgeous. Even those who might criticize Aveline couldn’t deny her stunning beauty. And anyone familiar with her backstory knew the connection between the Blackwoods and the Fairweathers ran deep. Aveline’s parents were frequent visitors at the Fairweather household for parent-teacher meetings, and whenever Aveline got into trouble, it was Lucian’s father who came to sort things out with the principal. In that context, it was entirely natural for Aveline and Lucian to be close friends, even if Lucian often found himself fighting Aveline’s battles. The two were complete opposites; where Lucian was the model student, involved in school activities and organizing gatherings like this, he never crossed the line in front of the Headmaster.
Chapter 2
Lucian Fairweather was the kind of student who took everything seriously. He respected his teachers, united with his classmates, and shined as a violinist under Headmaster Alistair's guidance. He was a champion in competitions and consistently ranked among the top students in every exam. Generally, Lucian wasn't the type to get into fights, but when he overheard someone speaking ill of Aveline Blackwood, he didn't hesitate to step in. It was evident that he deeply cared for her. Yet, their relationship was strictly platonic; Lucian had explained multiple times that he considered Aveline more like a sister, devoid of any romantic feelings. So, when Aveline felt the weight of a heavy hand resting on her shoulder, her expression turned cold, and she pushed Lucian away without hesitation. Lucian shrugged it off and waved the other guys in the room to leave. Even though Aveline had a reputation for being flirtatious, she was still a girl and Lucian's childhood friend. Now that she'd caught them in such a situation, the guys had no choice but to disperse. Most of them left grumbling, though one small guy with glasses lingered a bit too long. He couldn’t help but take a second glance at Aveline, not just for her stunning looks but for her alluring figure. As he caught a whiff of her perfume and noticed her curves, the boy halted in his tracks, transfixed. “Aveline, um... could you do me a favor?” he stuttered, awkwardly clutching himself. “I, uh... could take you out for dinner...” Lucian's complexion shifted dramatically, but before he could react, Aveline raised her foot and crushed the nearby low wooden table in frustration, the cracking sound startling the other boys. Unfazed, Aveline tucked her cascading hair behind her ear, leaning towards the boy with a teasing smile. “You think you still want my help?” The boy, now speechless and completely flustered, didn’t manage to escape Lucian’s impending wrath. The air was still tinged with lingering tension as only Lucian and Aveline remained in the room. Lucian opened a window for fresh air before approaching Aveline, concern edging his voice. “Are you okay?” Aveline didn’t answer. Instead, she produced a slender cigarette from somewhere and lit it with a red lighter. “Why are you smoking again?” Lucian sighed, helping her to a nearby chair before crouching down to inspect her ankle. He couldn’t fathom why she’d risked stepping on a wooden table in those high heels. But Aveline wasn’t focused on her injury. Instead, she was replaying the memory of seeing Lucian’s... well, she had noticed. He had tried to hide it when she walked in, but it was too late. It was a clean shade, undeniably substantial—she couldn’t suppress the urge for more. Lucian grabbed the first aid kit from the cupboard, planning to tend to her slightly red ankle. But just as he crouched down and took hold of her ankle, Aveline slipped her foot but instead caressed his pants, playfully exploring a more daring territory. Lucian’s breath hitched, but Aveline seemed not to care, her foot pressing with just the right amount of playful pressure as if teasing him further. One, two, three... With every gentle provocation, Lucian finally gripped her mischievous foot, locking gazes with Aveline. “Aveline, stop messing around.” Aveline exhaled a cloud of smoke, her eyes twinkling mischievously in the haze. “Lucian, do you want me?”
Chapter 3
Lucian Fairweather felt a stirring deep within him. Even though he convinced himself that he didn't have any romantic feelings for Aveline Blackwood, as a normal man, he couldn't help but respond to her teasing. “Aveline Blackwood,” she called out, her voice playful yet teasing. He glanced up to see her fingers, delicately holding a cigarette, glistening and pale; her manicured nails were painted a bold, bright red. Aveline bent over slightly, moving her distractingly poised hand aside to reveal her confident frame before Lucian's eyes. Her deep chestnut curls fluttered across his face, and Lucian heard Aveline's provocative question again: “Do you want to sleep with me?” For a brief moment, he found himself tempted by her allure, but it was just a fleeting thought—he quickly regained his composure. “Cut it out!” he scolded, pushing her away gently and snatching the lit cigarette from her fingers before extinguishing it nearby. After that, he approached her to apply some ointment to her swollen ankle, but Aveline kicked him away, letting out a soft laugh. “What’s gotten into you today?” Lucian placed the first aid kit aside and looked at her in confusion. “Did you have a fight with your boyfriend and come here to blow off steam?” “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she replied, her tone sharp. Lucian raised an eyebrow. “What about little Evelyn? Did you break up?” Aveline didn't answer. Seeing her silent, Lucian settled down beside her and leaned in to ask, “What’s really going on?” Suddenly, Aveline stood up, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Do you think I'm undesirable?” “What are you talking about?” Lucian felt anger rising at her words. “If I thought that, would I be here trying to comfort you?” Aveline giggled softly, shaking her head. “Just asking a couple of questions, and I’m suddenly getting coddled.” “Aveline,” Lucian said, gripping her shoulders, trying to maintain his calm demeanor. “I’m more than willing to cater to you and comfort you, but can you at least tell me what’s really bothering you? What do you want from me?” Aveline looked up at him, her gaze intense with an emotion he couldn’t decipher, then blurted out, “I want you to sleep with me.” Without a second thought, he rejected her. “No way.” He really thought she was just messing around. After all, she was the little girl who grew up right under his nose. Even though she’d been rebellious in recent years, to him, Aveline would always be that sweet girl reaching for a lollipop. He had affection and friendship for her and wanted to protect and spoil her, but he would never cross that line. “Calm down, Aveline. Stop joking around,” Lucian said gently, trying to coax her like he would a child. “Weren't you just here to eat? What should we have for dinner? An omelet? I can make that for you.” Aveline merely twisted her lips and pushed him away again. “Aveline!” “Just leave me alone.” “Where are you going?” “I told you, if you aren’t going to sleep with me, then don’t bother me.” Lucian felt his temper flare at her logic. “What kind of nonsense is that?” Aveline didn’t respond, turning her back and walking away. “Damn it.” Lucian cursed quietly but, despite his frustration, he couldn't shake the concern growing in the pit of his stomach. He hurried after her, only to see Aveline crossing over to the villa across the street, and he finally let out a sigh of relief. “What’s gotten into her today?” Lucian didn’t understand, but he quickly went to the kitchen to whip up an omelet, packed it up, and headed over to the Blackwood Manor. He was so familiar with the access codes to Aveline's house that he didn’t even bother to text her; he just walked right in. Aveline wasn’t in the living room. Not in the kitchen either. Nor was she in the study or the garden. Lucian placed the takeout box on the counter and began calling for Aveline as he knocked on the bedroom door. No response, but the door wasn’t locked. “Aveline?” He called again and pushed the door open. The room was empty, only the sound of splashing water from the bathing chamber reached his ears. “Are you in the shower?” He didn’t step further in but stood there, raising his voice. “I put your omelet downstairs. Make sure you eat when you get out.” Just as he thought about saying something else, the earlier awkward moment stopped him in his tracks. Never mind. He sent her a message, just in case she didn’t hear him. As he was heading downstairs, a loud crash came from the bathing chamber. “Aveline?” Lucian suddenly remembered Aveline's swollen ankle; that noise likely meant she had slipped. Panic surged over him, and without a second thought, he charged inside.
Chapter 4
Aveline Blackwood was betting big. She bet that Lucian Fairweather would come for her. She bet that he wouldn’t leave her alone. Fortunately, her gamble paid off when Lucian stormed in, calling her name without a moment’s hesitation. He pushed the door open without the slightest hint of doubt or delay. Inside the Bathing Chamber, Aveline Blackwood wasn't in any peril. Dressed in a robe, she was perfectly dry and calmly leaned against the Vanity, chewing on an unlit cigarette. The shower continued to drip water, a shelf had been knocked over, its contents scattered across the wet floor, creating an indescribable sense of intimate chaos. Lucian Fairweather looked at Aveline, concern etched on his face. “Are you alright?” he asked. Aveline placed the cigarette aside and countered, “Did you want me to be in trouble?” Lucian didn’t want to argue and, seeing she was fine, turned to leave. “If you’re okay, I’ll head out.” But Aveline moved first, locking the door behind him. Lucian's brows furrowed. “What are you doing?” Aveline untied her robe's belt, tilting her head as she hooked a finger under his chin. “Who said I was fine?” Lucian couldn’t quite grasp how things escalated so quickly. He’d heard a peculiar noise and came to check on Aveline, but now found himself pulled into the bath, his belt yanked away, zipper undone, as Aveline’s bright red nails played with his most sensitive part. Lucian's breath grew heavy. He wanted to tell her to stop, but his eyes locked onto Aveline’s ample, perky breasts. They were very white, very firm, with soft pink nipples standing erect, tantalizingly begging to be touched. “Aveline…” Lucian’s voice was almost entirely gone, “Are you serious?” Aveline didn’t respond in words, but the touch of her thumb across the head of his shaft said all. “So big, so thick.” Lucian grew even harder. Solely from her rubbing him, he'd already become erect. Now, with her verbal and physical encouragement, he felt it impossible to control himself. Men are visual creatures, and the stunning beauty atop him was too much to resist. Lucian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he grabbed Aveline’s hand, issuing a final warning. “Do you know what’s going to happen if you keep this up?” Aveline responded with a derisive laugh. You couldn’t blame her laughter. Lucian's experience was limited to porn; he was utterly frozen when she stripped off her panties. Fortunately, Aveline kept the show moving herself. She straddled him once more, holding onto his shoulders while grinding against him. “Oh…ah…” “You're really hard…” “And your head is so big…” Aveline didn't hold back in pleasing herself. When Lucian stayed still, she took his massive length in her hand, rubbing it against her slick slit. Already aroused since seeing Lucian’s formidable presence, she couldn’t control her desire. “Mmm…so good…so nice…” Lucian's mind was blank. He couldn’t think anymore, only feeling Aveline's soft gasps and the sensations on his shaft. So soft. So tender. Was this what a woman’s core felt like? Aveline circled Lucian's member at her entrance, not yet entering him. Once his head was wet enough with her juices, she slicked it up to her clit and back again. After many repeat cycles, she set his large head to her clit and started to grind. “Ah…” Lucian could no longer keep his composure. Aveline's moans and the feeling of her warm flesh had robbed him of reason; he only wanted to thrust himself into her. But just as he was on the brink, Aveline pulled away and stood up, leaving Lucian desperate and reaching for her. She unceremoniously shoved him away, pulling on her robe and opening the door. “You can go now,” she dismissed him. Lucian stood there, still painfully erect: “…”
Chapter 5
Aveline Blackwood felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. Across the room, Lucian Fairweather’s arousal still stood unabated, a vigorous crimson swelling from what was once a more modest shaft. The veins throbbed and bulged as if ready to burst. Aveline knew that with just a touch, Lucian would explode, yet she chose to deny him that release. “I’m heading next door,” she said, tossing the words over her shoulder and walking away without a backward glance. Damn. What the hell is going on? Lucian looked down at his rigid member, watching Aveline’s retreating figure with a mix of bafflement and unfulfilled desire. He’d always regarded Aveline as a dear little sister, promising himself he had no such indecent thoughts about her and believing she felt the same. However, moments ago, she had stripped him and had her way with him, rubbing herself against his erection. This makes no sense. The memory of her tender, slippery warmth sent an involuntary shiver through his length again. “Dammit…” What the hell was that? His mind was too clouded to think clearly. Grabbing the white panties Aveline had left behind, he pressed them to his aching flesh and began to pleasure himself, shutting his eyes against reality. The climax brought its own relief, though Lucian’s mind remained filled with Aveline—her soft, ample breasts, her inviting pink nipples, and the smoothness of her body. He regretted not going further when the chance was there. In his mind, he imagined the sensation of plunging into her, being enveloped by her warmth. It was an overwhelming fantasy, and it was within this fantasy that he finally found his release. Hot, thick spurts of his seed stained her abandoned panties. As the rush receded, Lucian stared at the soiled garment in his hand, a single thought playing on loop. Who would’ve thought that this seemingly mature, seductive woman preferred such conservative underwear? What if she wore lacy lingerie like those adult film stars? How irresistible would she be then? His imagination wandered further, but when he finally came back to his senses, guilt consumed him. How could he fantasize about the girl he had watched grow up? Wasn’t this horrific? But then, hadn't she been the one to provoke him today? “What’s gotten into her?” Lucian’s frustration boiled over. If she was upset about something her boyfriend did, she could have simply told him, and he wouldn’t have hesitated to step in for her. But instead, she came here and took it out on him. That was just unfair. Determined to find answers, Lucian showered, threw on a towel around his waist, and went to knock on the guest room door next door. “Aveline, open up.” No response. “Aveline,” he called again, louder. Still nothing. Lucian’s temper flared. “If you don’t open up, I’ll kick the door in.” A moment later, Aveline unlocked and opened the door. Freshly showered, her damp hair clung to her shoulders, with a few strands trailing suggestively towards her chest. The sight made Lucian feel a sudden surge of heat, and he shifted his gaze aside. “What do you want?” she asked coolly, leaning against the doorframe. Lucian took a deep breath and met her gaze. “That’s what I should be asking you. What the hell was that all about earlier?” Aveline continued to stare at him. “You tell me.” “Were you pissed off by someone else and decided to take it out on me?” She tucked her wet hair behind her ear and gave him a wry smile, her lips moving seductively. “Idiot.” Lucian’s irritation mounted. As she moved to close the door, he blocked it with his body. “You need to explain.” Aveline's eyes narrowed, and a mocking smile played at her lips. “Explain what? How stupid you are, or why I stripped you and rode you?” He took a step closer, his frustration giving way to concern. “Aveline, please. Tell me what’s wrong.” Her eyes reddened slightly, but she continued to smile. “I’m craving your cock, Lucian. Isn’t that enough of an explanation?”
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