LOGINThe afternoon had only just begun to settle when Isolde sat alone on one of the wooden benches beneath the shade of a large tree in the university garden. A gentle breeze brushed against her chubby face, yet the cool air did nothing to drive away the heat lingering inside her head.Isolde couldn't stop thinking about the sketch Azriel had shown her at the restaurant earlier. The detailed pencil shading depicting her curvy body beside the figure of a completely naked man replayed in her mind like a film reel. At first, it had felt incredibly erotic and disgusting, but as time passed, the heat building in her lower abdomen instead sparked a reckless fantasy in her mind: what if the scene in that vulgar drawing wasn't with Azriel, but with Lucien?The image of that intimate position shared with the mature man who carried the scent of sandalwood suddenly made Isolde's breathing grow a little heavier. Her chubby cheeks flushed warmly once again.With her plump fingers trembling slightly, I
The atmosphere inside the wood-themed Japanese restaurant, located not far from the university campus, was far calmer than the noisy main cafeteria. Azriel chose the tatami booth tucked away in the far corner, separated by thin bamboo partitions that provided enough privacy for the two of them.Several bowls of ramen and plates of warm dim sum had already been served on the low table. Isolde, who hadn't eaten a proper breakfast because of the drama at the mansion's dining table earlier that morning, was now busily devouring the rich broth and noodles. Her chubby cheeks puffed adorably every time she stuffed another bundle of noodles into her plump mouth.Across the table, Azriel hadn't touched his own meal at all. The youngest Blackthorne simply rested his chin on one hand, staring directly at Isolde with his dark eyes fixed on her every movement. His gaze never wandered for even a second as he quietly admired the innocent and adorable expressions that naturally appeared on Isolde's c
Isolde sat in the middle row, staring blankly at the whiteboard. The professor at the front of the classroom was busy explaining the macroeconomics lesson, but not a single sentence truly registered in the girl's mind. Her thoughts were still spinning wildly over what had happened on the rooftop with Evander, followed by the guilt that continued to gnaw at her heart whenever she remembered Lucien's promise to pick her up that afternoon.As soon as the bell signaling the lunch break rang loudly, the classroom was immediately filled with the chatter of students packing up their books. Isolde let out a long sigh and prepared to slip her laptop into her loose flannel bag."Isolde."A deep, all-too-familiar baritone voice suddenly echoed from the classroom doorway. Isolde looked up, and a second later, her chest tightened with unease.Evander was standing there. The tall man was still wearing a casual shirt with the top two buttons undone, displaying the wild charm that always managed to l
The breeze in the garden behind the faculty building felt slightly colder that afternoon.Behind a tall concrete pillar, Evander wasted no time. The man closed the distance with his tall frame, erasing the space between them until his sharp masculine scent completely surrounded Isolde. His wild, desire-filled gaze locked onto her pair of gray eyes.Before Isolde could voice a protest, Evander's strong hand had already moved downward. His fingers brushed over Isolde's plump thigh, which was covered by a pair of black slacks, giving it slow, demanding squeezes in a steady rhythm. The sudden touch against that sensitive area sent an instant jolt of electricity straight to Isolde's womb."Ahh..." A soft moan escaped Isolde's full lips before she could stop it. Her curvy body shivered intensely, stiffening beneath Evander's restraint.The corner of Evander's lips lifted into a faint smile, feeling victorious as he heard the honest response from her body. He leaned his handsome face closer,
The black SUV finally slowed to a stop in the designated parking area in front of the faculty building. The front privacy partition gradually lowered after Lucien pressed the button on the side door. The atmosphere inside the rear cabin, which had been so heated and filled with overflowing emotions just moments ago, slowly settled down, leaving only the sound of their breathing as it gradually returned to a steady rhythm.Isolde straightened her clothes, which had become slightly disheveled. She climbed off Lucien's lap before opening the car door first. Even though Lucien had not given her a verbal answer to her confession and had only responded by kissing her deeply, Isolde could not hide the joyful sparkle in her round eyes. To her, the actions of that stoic man were more than enough to prove that their feelings were mutual. Lucien's protectiveness and his kiss could not possibly lie.Lucien stepped out through the door on the other side. The mature man once again wore his usual ic
The question was left hanging inside the cabin of the car as it continued driving. The silence that settled between them felt unbearably oppressive, draining away every trace of the warmth they had shared only minutes earlier.Lucien stared intently into Isolde's gray eyes, which demanded a definite answer. The furrow between his brows deepened, and his gaze turned cold once more—the same icy expression he always wore in the company's boardroom. The mature man slowly removed his hand from Isolde's wide hips, creating an emotional distance that suddenly felt impossibly vast."Our relationship remains that of a brother and a sister," Lucien answered in a flat, rigid voice, without the slightest hint of hesitation. He adjusted his sitting position and looked straight at the privacy partition. "You are legally my adopted younger sister, Isolde. Your status as the young miss of the Blackthorne residence is already official. Nothing about that has changed."Those words felt like a bucket of
Isolde sat quietly in the back seat of the car, clutching her small handbag tightly against her chest. Near her feet lay a worn-out suitcase. Her eyes were swollen and sore. Inside her mind, the echoes of cruel laughter from the hotel ballroom still played mercilessly, accompanied by strangers' whi
"Damn... your bodies are far warmer than that curvy woman."Gavin's deep voice came from behind the suite room door. Isolde Ravelyn froze in place. The velvet box in her hand trembled slightly while her chest suddenly tightened."Your fiancée is already waiting downstairs, isn't she?" a woman's pla
The moment the glass door of the salon opened for the second time, the atmosphere inside instantly shifted by 180 degrees. Lucien stepped in with a hardened jaw, leading Isolde beside him, the faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. The heavy and decisive sound of Lucien's dress shoes echoed acr
Evander leaned casually against the treadmill's handrail, steadily closing the distance between them until Isolde could catch the strong scent of his masculine cologne."I'm getting more curious," Evander murmured, his gaze blatantly dropping to Isolde's chest as it rose and fell rapidly from exhau







