LOGINAllyna's soft hand began to move, reaching McKi's side. There was a gentle touch that evoked an even more surreal feeling in McKi.
The thought that had been creeping into her mind earlier—rejecting what Allyna was clearly doing to her—was being suppressed by something she couldn't quite explain. Allyna's kiss traveled from her lips and cheek all the way to her ear. "Do you want me to stop?" she whispered to McKi. Their bodies pressed so close together that they were almost one. "Do I want her to stop?" McKi's question echoed in her mind. But she was lost in herself, so how could she do what she thought was right at this moment? Especially when it felt heavenly and wild, this woman brought out the best version of herself—the control she had mastered for so long, ever since she lived alone, without her mother's guidance and with her father's busy schedule, was now completely gone. "I'm quite sure that's a no." Then Allyna continued what she had begun with determination. She kissed McKi wherever she wanted, wherever it brought her more satisfaction. "C-Constantine..." That was a mix of sounds of distress and pleasure escaping McKi's mouth. She closed her eyes as everything became even more intense. "I-it's my first time. Be gentle, please." The fact that she's letting someone she barely knew take her virginity is a major step. When Allyna heard this, she felt even more encouraged. She hadn't encountered a virgin yet. "Gentle will ruin the mood, honey. We won't be needing that." Allyna's sweet words punctuated her kisses on McKi. In her passion, with every touch of her lips, she leaves marks on McKi's porcelain skin. While enjoying McKi's delicate neck, Allyna's hand quickly pulls off McKi's top shirt, revealing her blessed chest. Allyna then eagerly moves to indulge them. This further arouses McKi. Imagine that everything was new to her. What will be the impact on her innocent mind? Allyna pushes aside McKi's bra, which is blocking her target. Once she succeeds, one of her hands reaches that bulge and gropes it with full desire, kneading and playing with it. McKi feels very hot. It's as if she is being taken to another dimension by everything Allyna is doing to her body. "You are an expert in this, I may say." It comes out of her mouth while Allyna doesn’t stop to indulge her neck, biting and nibbling. Allyna's lips shift, and her hands are on each of her mounds. "Right." She simply responds. She is busy exploring McKi in its entirety. She gently lays her on the couch. Every shift is effortless for Allyna because McKi refuses nothing. Allyna is elated by the feeling that she has full control over McKi. After all, all the women she wanted to win tend to react this way. There's nothing new about that. The only difference is that McKi is still young and inexperienced. Allyna was the first to have her. Allyna proceeded to remove Mcki's lower garment, just as she had earlier, effortlessly. Only one piece of cloth remained on Mcki's body. Once that is gone, Mcki's virginity will likely be lost as well.Allyna’s hands stilled on Elle's back, her posture turning slightly rigid as she absorbed the weight of those words. She pulled back just enough to look down, framing Elle’s tear-stained face with both of her hands. Her dark eyes searched Elle's dazed expression with an intense, quiet gravity. "Mcki, look at me," Allyna murmured, her voice dropping into a gentle but incredibly cautious whisper. "What do you mean by that? How exactly did you see your dad and Osmund looking at each other?" Elle swallowed hard, her breath hitching as she looked up into the intense gaze of Allyna. The safety of the locked bedroom gave her the courage to finally voice the dizzying thought that had been taking root in her mind all evening. "It wasn't just a business greeting, Celeste," Elle whispered, her voice trembling as she clutched Allyna’s wrists. "In the foyer, when Osmund arrived... my dad's entire face changed. The cold armor he always wears around us just completely melted away. And then
The heavy silence of the room wrapped around them, a sharp contrast to the suffocating theater of the downstairs foyer and dining room. Allyna leaned back against the wood of the door, her dark eyes tracking Elle as the girl dropped her bag onto a chair. Deep down, Allyna was actually the person who wanted Elle to finally know the truth about her father’s true preferences more than anyone. She had known Elle suffer through years of misplaced guilt, carrying the agonizing trauma of her mother’s sudden departure, all while Ronan used his daughter's pain as a convenient shield to bury his own secrets. Allyna hated the unfairness of it. She hated how much it had cost Elle's emotional well-being. But despite that burning desire for justice, Allyna refused to be the one to break the silence. She didn't want the truth to come from her lips. She firmly believed that the revelation had to come from Ronan himself; he was the right one to say it. At the end of the day, it was his life, hi
The moment dinner concluded, the fragile illusion of family dinner dissolved instantly. Ronan wiped his mouth with a linen napkin, his authoritative mask sliding seamlessly back into place as he stood up from the head of the table. "Osmund, let's move to the study," Ronan commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "We have the quarterly merger files to review before tomorrow morning." Osmund offered a polite, practiced nod to Allyna and Elle, playing the part of the diligent business partner to perfection. "Of course. Lead the way." As the two men exited the dining room, the heavy oak doors of the study clicked shut behind them, instantly cutting off the rest of the house. The room was draped in dark leather and mahogany, smelling faintly of expensive scotch and old paper. The moment the lock turned, the professional distance between them vanished, replaced by years of built-up frustration. "How much longer, Ronan?" Osmund demanded, not even waiting for Ron
From where he sat at Ronan’s right hand, Osmund kept his expression perfectly smooth, maintaining the calm, dependable demeanor he had worn for years. But beneath the mahogany table, his fist was clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palm. He hadn't come tonight just for a casual dinner or a standard business briefing. Tonight, he wanted a definitive answer. For years, Osmund had played his part in this elaborate, exhausting theater production. He had stood in the shadows, watching Ronan marry Allyna, watching him build a flawless, traditional kingdom out of pure pride, all while hiding the only truth that actually mattered. Osmund was drowning. He was desperately tired of going with the flow, entirely suffocated by the endless, performance-driven acts required to keep their true relationship a secret from the world. Tonight, he was going to force Ronan to tell him exactly how much longer they were expected to live a lie. Reaching for the wine decanter, Osmund purpo
Before Ronan could press the matter or question the sudden familiarity, the heavy brass door knocker echoed sharply through the foyer, cutting the tense conversation short. The sound broke the momentary spell, and Ronan’s attention instantly snapped away from Allyna. The faint line of confusion on his brow cleared as he smoothed down the front of his tailored vest, stepping toward the entrance to open the door. "Ah, that must be Osmund," Ronan murmured, his authoritative composure returning in full force as the large double doors swung open once more. As Osmund stepped fully into the light, the cold, rigid demeanor Ronan usually wore like armor completely melted away. A genuine, unforced warmth flashed across her father's face—a stark contrast to the calculated, business-like affection he had shown his own wife and daughter just moments prior. He didn't just shake Osmund's hand; he clapped him on the shoulder with an ease and fondness that Elle had never once witnessed from h
The massive double doors of the mansion groaned open, and the oppressive grandeur of the foyer swallowed them whole. The marble floors reflected the harsh light of the crystal chandelier overhead, casting a cold glow over the man standing right in the center of the room. Ronan was waiting.He stood with his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his tailored trousers, his sharp, calculating eyes immediately scanning both of them as they crossed the threshold. "Dad," Elle said, stepping forward first. A sharp spike of anxiety sliced through her chest, but she masterfully forced her voice to remain steady, burying her panic beneath a well-practiced smile. She leaned in and pressed a brief, familiar kiss against her father's cheek, doing everything she could to project the image of the dutiful daughter."Sweetie," Ronan replied, his voice rich and deep, carrying the absolute authority of a man who owned everything in his orbit. He pat her shoulder affectionately before his gaze
The wedding day of Mcki's father arrived. Something unexpected happened. The bride was nowhere to be seen. "Gosh! What the heck is happening?" Ronan blurted out, nonstop, pacing back and forth in the church's backyard, puffing on his cigarette. "Calm down. Your bride must be late," the other pe
"My place, we're always available for you, Elle. You can stay here as much as you want. I can talk to Tito Ronan," they're now in the living room, sorting things out. Ronan trusts Oli, so he will probably agree quickly to his daughter Mcki staying with her. "If it’s not too much trouble for you,
McKi awoke with only a blanket covering her body. As her eyes were about to open, she held her forehead, sensing the discomfort caused by last night's drinking session. Furthermore, she experienced mild discomfort in the area between her thighs. Memories from the previous evening flooded her min
"W-wait!" McKi stopped Allyna's hand just as she was about to remove the last cover from her private parts. Allyna briefly met McKi's gaze. Although no words escaped her mouth, her eyes conveyed an important message. It was as if they hinted that surrendering that sacred part would mark a signific







