Chapter 2

Suddenly, Kian grabbed my waist and pressed himself even closer against me. The position was way too embarrassing.

"You okay, Mrs. Tarell?" he said, all concerned. "Steady now."

I straightened up fast, my ears burning so hot that they might as well have been on fire. I shoved down the fluttering in my chest and tried to act normal as I pushed him away.

"I-I'm fine. You guys go sit down. I'll get you some coffee."

When I brought the coffee over, Kian's eyes locked right onto my chest.

He didn't even look embarrassed about it. He just reached out and copped a feel. Both of my breasts immediately molded to the shape of his palm.

I was so startled that I spilled coffee all over my shirt.

Kian pulled his hand back, looking pleasantly surprised.

"Mrs. Tarell, you're so soft," he said. "I've never touched a Selrican woman before. Feels amazing."

My face turned red all the way to my ears. This guy had no filter. He was groping me right in front of his own mother.

And Rina just sat there smiling like nothing was wrong.

To my surprise, I wasn't even mad. If anything, I kind of enjoyed it.

What was wrong with me? Was I already picking up the local customs here in Frunderland?

I looked down at my soaked shirt. You could see the color of my bra right through it.

"Sorry, I need to go change," I said.

Back in my room, I let out a deep breath.

The feeling from just now was so intense. My heart was still pounding.

I pulled a sexy dress out of the closet. For some reason, I really wanted to wear it today.

I had brought it when I first came to Frunderland, thinking it would show off the beauty of Selrican women. I just never had a chance to wear it.

Then I grabbed a pair of black thigh-high socks.

The slit on this dress went all the way up to my waist. When I put it on, you could see that strip of bare thigh above the sock. It was super sexy.

The dress hugged every curve. My chest pushed out, my waist nipped in, my hips rounded out just right.

Just thinking about the way Kian looked at me made my pulse race.

When I opened the door, Kian's eyes went wide. He actually stopped breathing for a second. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable. He stared at me like a predator who had just spotted his prey.

I swayed my hips and walked slowly to the living room.

That was when I saw Rina on the couch, showing Draven how to use the toy. He had it in one hand, and with Rina's help, he was working on slipping it on.

When Draven saw me, he hurriedly hid the toy, looking guilty.

Rina just smiled at me. "Elina, don't worry. Draven's an adult now. This kind of thing was bound to happen. It's better than him using his hands, right?"

Kian chimed in, too. "Mrs. Tarell, you're not back home. This is normal here. I practice with toys all the time. Mom says it's just a healthy way to deal with natural needs."

I stood there frozen, my cheeks blazing, not knowing what to say.

But somewhere inside, I thought maybe Rina and Kian had a point.

"Okay, enough playing around," I said, trying to take charge. "Let's cut the cake."

We sat around the table. In the middle was a layered cream cake with fresh fruit on top. The candlelight flickered across everyone's faces.

Then Kian spoke up. "Let's turn off the lights. Draven can make a birthday wish."

After the lights went out, Draven just blurted his wish out loud.

"I want a girlfriend just like Mrs. Miran."

The second he finished, he blew out the candles, and the room went pitch black. I felt someone grab my thigh through my stocking.

I hurried over and flipped the lights back on.

When the room lit up, I saw Draven's hand planted right on Rina's chest.