Chapter 1 Blossom

In the bathroom of the Frane Mansion, steam filled the air. The misty mirror reflected Lillian Young's immaculate smooth bare back. Rising naked from the bathtub, water clung to her supple skin, casting a radiant glow. As she got up, rose petals scattered in the tub were gently enveloped by her full breasts. She shyly picked up a petal, letting it glide over every inch of her skin, finally resting on her pink nipple. Then she repeatedly caressed it.

Lillian felt an overwhelming desire swiftly take hold of her mind, her cheeks gradually flushing, whether from the steam or embarrassment. A swelling sensation emanated from the sensitive areas of her breasts. She stopped herself in time; this pleasure of desire was not meant for her alone. She was waiting for that man to arrive.

Lillian delicately put on the carefully prepared one-piece lace lingerie, the kind of subtle beauty that could arouse a man's most primal desires. Then, she covered her flawless legs with a thin layer of stockings. Her movements were gentle, ensuring a perfect fit of the stockings on her skin without a single wrinkle. The crotch of the stockings was designed to be open, facilitating the man's entry when desire reached its peak.

Perfume and dim, mysterious lighting created an ambiguous atmosphere in the room. Lillian gazed at herself in the mirror, carefully putting on a black leather collar, which was her final means of pleasing a man.

Finally, she packaged herself as an exquisite gift, waiting for the man to unwrap her, enter her, ravish her, and then together reach the climax of lovemaking.

With the sharp friction of wooden joints, the bedroom door opened. Jackson Frane was surprised by the scene before him. He wasn’t the one to be insensitive to seduction, so he did not turn on the lights to disrupt the atmosphere filled with sexual allure. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to be covered by something.

It turned out that Lillian had been hiding behind the door, blindfolding Jackson.

"Honey," Lillian whispered softly in Jackson's ear.

Jackson, in an unusual tone, said, "You better think twice before you address me."

Lillian changed her tone. "Jackson."

Hearing that, Jackson once again enjoyed this enticing flirtation between them. With sight deprived, the sense of touch became particularly acute. Jackson felt Lillian's delicate hands moving towards the inside of his thighs, rubbing and kneading repeatedly.

With further exploration, Jackson felt his lower body being gently lifted by Lillian, her fingertips sliding lightly on the glans. Overexcitement caused his penis to become more engorged and enlarged.

In shock, Lillian slowly lowered herself. Jackson felt a warm and moist place gently enveloping his lower body, which grew warmer. He gently pressed Lillian’s head, instinctively moving his waist.

Amid the backdrop of blues music, occasional whimpers could be heard escaping from Lillian.

Awkwardly, Lillian put a condom on Jackson, revealing her lack of sexual experience. She had made great efforts to reach this point, because she loved Jackson deeply.

Jackson, disguised as a gentleman, continued to explore that warm and wet cave with his lower body, repeatedly missing, which was a subtle and exquisite tease. Lillian's emotions were completely stirred up.

She whispered, "Come in."

Jackson teased, "Come in where?"

Annoyed, Lillian said, "Come in quickly!"

Her pouty expression endeared her to Jackson; it was the first time since the tragic incident four years ago that Lillian had evoked such feelings in him.

Once he truly entered, Jackson immediately shed his gentleman disguise, turning into a fierce beast, seemingly using all his strength to collide with Lillian’s body.