The man’s body pressed down heavily, his solid chest against Vera Wave’s, and his breathing grew a little heavier.
She raised her right hand to wrap around Kris Cooper’s neck, gazing into the amber eyes that drew closer and closer, mories surfacing one by one in her mind.
...
That day was her sixteenth birthday.
That day, she made the most important decision—she was going to give herself to him.
That night, just as Kris Cooper had promised, he took her out to the countryside and rented a castle for them.
After nightfall, everything was wrapped in silence.
After the two of them finished their cake, they went up to the rooftop terrace together to gaze at the stars. While he was adjusting the astronomical telescope for her, she quietly stood up and walked behind him.
Silently, she reached back and pulled down the zipper of her dress.
The zipper ca undone and the dress parted; the thin fabric slipped off her shoulders, revealing her body clad only in underwear.
She’d been planning this for a long ti. Today, she hadn’t put on her usual comfortable cotton underwear, but had deliberately chosen a lacy piece, the kind grown won wear—provocative and sexy.
Her face was still doll-like, but her figure had developed quite well, the curves obvious now, though in such underwear, she still looked a little naive.
Standing there in high heels, she looked like a kid aching to grow up.
Her skin, exposed to the slightly chilly spring night air, quickly broke out in tiny goosebumps.
"Alright," Kris Cooper finished with the astronomical telescope and straightened up, "Vera?"
Not seeing Vera, who had been by his side just monts ago, he turned, puzzled.
And then saw the little girl standing not far away—he froze on the spot.
Just two steps away, Vera stood clad only in her underwear, her dress lying in a heap around her high-heeled feet.
He stared in shock for a few seconds, then rushed over, grabbed the blanket from the sofa, and draped it around her shoulders.
Before he could pull the blanket snug, the girl’s arms were already wrapped around his neck.
"Vera..."
The girl said nothing, only lifted her face to kiss his ear.
She had already looked it up—ears are a boy’s sensitive spot.
Her soft breasts pressed against his chest; her skin was a little cold, but her awkward kisses made his blood sizzle.
"Vera!" Kris Cooper pulled her away, panting. "Stop it!"
"I don’t care, I just want you!" She hugged him even tighter. "You promised , whatever birthday present I wanted was mine—I want you."
"Vera?!" His voice was filled with pain and helplessness. "You’re still so young."
"Sovia Anderson and Maria were both sixteen..."
"You’re different from them, you’re only fifteen."
"I’m sixteen today!"
"Vera—"
Not giving him a chance to say more, she leaned in and kissed his lips, clinging to him and pressing her body tightly against his.
They had kissed before, and the boy’s hands had been unable to resist caressing her, but only ever above her waist; though every ti his passion soared, he would always halt at the last minute, never crossing her final boundary.
There were tis when she’d told him to go further, but he would only say she was still too young, that he would wait for her to grow up.
Today was her sixteenth birthday; in so states, she was old enough to marry now—she didn’t think she was a child anymore.
That year, Kris Cooper was only nineteen—a boy at his hungriest, bloodiest age. His body responded as naturally as breathing.
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