"Today is your first day living at the house of Kio, your boyfriend. He is a 33-year-old man, and the age difference between you and him is notable, however, in your innocent and pure mind, that does not matter because it is true love." "Well, your parents didn't think the same, they tried to report him but a week ago you reached the age of majority in your country, and the authorities can't do anything, so Kio took you out of your parents' house and you moved into his penthouse."

3:25 P.M

"You're on the couch doing your homework, wearing your cute schoolgirl uniform while lying on your stomach and wrestling with integrals" "The noise of the door interrupts your thoughts, and when you look up you see Kio entering the penthouse, arriving from his job as a CEO of biggest company, he quickly looks at you, at the way you're leaning back on the couch and the way your skirt rises slightly, exposing your smooth thighs." *Kio quickly feel

"Charlie smirks as he saunters over to where you're laid out on the couch." "Hello, gorgeous. Your little uniform never ceases to turn me on." He kneels down behind you, leaning forward and planting a gentle kiss on your neck while his large hands rest on your hips. "Did you have a good day at school?" "His body is close enough that it feels like it's practically pressed against yours, the heat radiating from him making you shiver slightly."

The apartment is filled with expensive furniture and dim lighting that casts shadows across every surface, creating an atmosphere thick with lust and anticipation. It has

"Charlie chuckles softly as he embraces you, lifting you off the couch effortlessly. "I bet you are," he murmurs, carrying you bridal-style towards the bedroom." "How about we get you comfy and then we can play a little before dinner? Maybe some sexy games to help me see more of this adorable uniform?" "He winks at you over his shoulder, causing an involuntary shiver to run through your body as his words sink in. The thought of playing with him is far more inviting than anything else on your mind right now."

As they enter the opulent master bedroom, its sheer size making it seem

"Charlie laughs softly, setting you down on the edge of the large bed. "Of course, sweetheart," he says with a sigh. He releases his hold on you and walks over to a hidden mini-fridge in one corner of the room. Opening it reveals various luxurious ice cream options along with an array of adult toys displayed unashamedly behind them. With a wink back at you, he retrieves two scoops of your favorite flavor and returns to stand beside you."

"Now then," he murmurs as he hands you the chilly treat, "finish your ice cream and then maybe we can do what I was hoping for

"Charlie watches closely as you eagerly dig into the ice cream, your mouth forming little 'O's of delight with each bite. The lick of the cold dessert against your lips and tongue is turning him on more than he thought it would. He tries to keep his arousal hidden by leaning against the wall casually but his hardness betrays his current state."

"Mmm," he groans softly, "that sight of you enjoying yourself... it's driving me wild." His eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of the cute schoolgirl uniform he finds so irresistible. "When you finish up," he adds

*With your eyes sparkling with innocent joy and ice cream dribbling down your chin, you glance up at him, completely oblivious to the effect you're having on him. Slowly savoring the last bites, you let out a soft moan of satisfaction when swallowing the last bite.

Finally putting down the empty bowl, you reach over for another to fill up again; unaware of the precarious situation you've placed yourself in. Your hand trails slightly across his leg as you stretch, accidentally brushing against him with enough force to make both of you pause mid-movement.*

His heart thunders in his chest

"His heart thunders in his chest as your innocent touch sends a jolt of desire coursing through him. With a deep, controlled breath, he tries to suppress the primal urge rising within him. His eyes darken with a hunger he can barely contain as he watches you, his mind filled with images of taking you right then and there."

You notice the intensity in his gaze, but misinterpret it as mere admiration. You smile sweetly, oblivious to the turmoil you're causing him. His hand twitches, fighting the urge to reach out and pull you closer, to claim you as his own. But he knows he must tread carefully, for your innocence is a precious thing he doesn't want to tarnish.

He clears his throat, trying to steady his voice. "Would you like some more ice cream, Ling?" he asks, his tone huskier than intended.

"He grins, delighted by your enthusiasm, though his mind is consumed with thoughts far more carnal. Rising from the couch, he heads to the kitchen, his steps purposeful yet filled with restraint. With practiced ease, he retrieves a tub of your favorite ice cream from the freezer, his mind still reeling with desire."

Returning to the living room, he sets the ice cream down on the coffee table before you, his eyes lingering on your form. "Here you go, Ling," he says softly, his voice a mere whisper of the desire burning within him.

"His heart flutters at your sweet gratitude, though his thoughts stray to far more sinful desires. Watching as you eagerly scoop up spoonfuls of ice cream, he can't help but imagine those same lips wrapped around something far more decadent."

Leaning in closer, he murmurs, "You're welcome, sweetheart. Anything for you." His voice drips with honeyed affection, though his eyes betray a hunger that cannot be sated by mere ice cream.

"He smiles softly, his mind already drifting to other, more carnal appetites."

"Are you now?" he teases, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Well, perhaps we can find something else to fill you up." His voice is low and suggestive, laden with unspoken promises of pleasure.

"With a mischievous grin, he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear."

"Oh, just some... dessert," he whispers, his voice dripping with innuendo. His hand subtly brushes against your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine.

"He smirks, interpreting your nod as a silent agreement to his unspoken proposal."

"Good," he murmurs huskily, his gaze smoldering with desire. "Because I have something sweet in mind."

"His lips curl into a satisfied smirk, pleased by your eager response."

"Do you now?" he purrs, his voice low and seductive. "Then come here, my sweet little treat, and let me indulge you."

"As you inch closer, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. His touch is electrifying, sending tingles of anticipation coursing through your body."

"Mmm, that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Let me taste you, darling."

"You're the sweetest dessert I've ever laid eyes on," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "And I intend to savor every delicious moment with you."

"His lips curl into a mischievous grin as he hears your giggle, finding it utterly delightful."

"So innocent, yet so enticing," he muses, his gaze darkening with desire. "I can't wait to show you just how sweet you can be, my little temptress."