LOGINSret. Cklek.*The sound of Evander's jeans zipper pulling open broke the silence of the quiet rooftop. With a firm movement, the young man opened his pants and pulled out his member, which instantly thrust out erect in the cold air.Isolde's round eyes instantly widened completely, staring blankly without blinking. The size of the asset in front of her face was truly beyond reason—a super-sized masterpiece that was incredibly large and sturdy, no less massive than those of the other Blackthorne monsters. Seeing that stunning sight, Isolde's mind suddenly spun wildly; she unconsciously began to imagine and compare this fantastic size with Azriel's, which she had caught a glimpse of last night.Isolde hurriedly shook her head vigorously, trying to banish the image of the strange painter from her brain. "No... I don't want to..." Isolde chirped with trembling lips, trying to pull her head back slightly because she felt terrified yet fascinated."Come on, put it inside your mouth, Chubby,
"You should come with me right now, Chubby," Evander interrupted in a deepening tone, suddenly standing up until the wooden chair behind him screeched loudly against the cafeteria floor. The well-built man seemed utterly exhausted and could no longer wait for the awkward response that kept lingering on Isolde's plump lips.Without waiting for approval, Evander’s large hand immediately gripped Isolde’s chubby wrist, pulling the full-figured girl's body to rise from her chair."Eh? M-Master—I mean Evander, where are we going?!" Isolde gasped in a half-whisper, her round eyes widening in panic. Her chubby steps were forced to stumble to match Evander's wide strides, which led her through the cafeteria crowd toward the inner corridor of the faculty building.Evander did not reply. He kept pulling Isolde through the Gothic-style hallways, then turned sharply toward a row of iron elevators in the corner of the building. The young man pressed the up arrow button with a constant tap of his fi
The Faculty of Economics cafeteria was not particularly crowded that afternoon, leaving rows of long wooden benches near the large windows overlooking the university's Gothic-style garden. On the table sat three plates of waffles topped with thick whipped cream, grilled bratwurst sausages, and a large bowl of French fries.Isolde paid no attention whatsoever to the strange looks from several international students seated at the table across from them. Her plump hand skillfully speared a sausage with her fork, dipped it into mustard, then popped it into her mouth, chewing with remarkable enthusiasm. Her chubby cheeks puffed out as they moved up and down like a starving squirrel.Evander, who sat directly across from her, had not touched his food at all. The well-built man folded his muscular arms on the table, resting his sharp jaw on them as he watched Isolde with a faint smile lingering on his lips. His hawk-like eyes gleamed with amusement, radiating a warmth he rarely showed inside
The luxurious black sedan came to a smooth stop right in front of the university administration building's main lobby. The personal chauffeur, dressed in a neat suit, quickly stepped out before respectfully opening the rear passenger door.Isolde lowered her plump legs, planting her white sneakers on the concrete pavement of the campus. She adjusted the maroon backpack resting on her shoulder, trying to straighten her curvy posture. However, after taking only three steps away from the car, the atmosphere around her suddenly turned heavy and hostile.Dozens of pairs of eyes from the students gathered along the outer corridor immediately fell upon her. Malicious whispers began to buzz, creeping into Isolde's ears like the stings of poisonous bees."Hey, look at her. She's built like a pig, but somehow she gets dropped off in a luxury car with a special license plate?" sneered a curly-haired female student while covering her mouth with a folding fan."Seriously, her body is such an eyeso
The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the silk curtains of the Blackthorne Mansion dining room, casting a golden glow across the surface of the long marble table. On top of it, the servants had arranged toasted bread, a warm omelet, and a cup of black coffee with thin wisps of steam still rising from it.The three Blackthorne men were already seated in their respective chairs. The atmosphere in the room felt so heavy, as though an invisible fog was keeping them from speaking.The sound of slightly heavy footsteps approached. Isolde walked into the dining room wearing a loose cream knit sweater paired with a denim skirt that hugged her curvy hips. Her long hair was neatly tied back with a maroon ribbon, leaving a few loose strands framing the temples of her chubby face. She took a deep breath, steadying the pounding of her heart before it could burst."Good morning," Isolde greeted in as normal a tone as she could manage, as though the events of last night were nothing more
Lucien's footsteps came to a halt right in front of Isolde's bedroom door. His pair of gray eyes stared intently at the gap beneath the wooden door, which was now completely dark, indicating that its occupant had already turned off the main light. Lucien reached out his strong hand and slowly turned the brass doorknob to make sure of the situation.Click.The doorknob would not budge. The door was firmly locked from the inside.Lucien let out a long breath that had been trapped in his chest, and his broad shoulders, which had been tense moments ago, finally relaxed slightly."What an annoying girl," Lucien muttered under his breath, running a hand through his black hair with a weary expression. "It's already the middle of the night, yet she's managed to throw the entire mansion into a panic because she just can't stay still. She's truly troublesome."The eldest son of the Blackthorne family turned around and strode steadily through the silent corridor toward his private bedroom at the
Azriel twirled the handle of his paintbrush between his fingers with remarkable calm, as though the tension that had just filled the studio had been nothing more than an illusion. He looked up and met Lucien's gray eyes, which were piercing into him mercilessly."I was watching porn," Azriel replie
The hands of the wall clock in Isolde's room had already passed one in the morning, yet her eyelids refused to close. The woman rolled onto her right side, staring at the empty wall, then turned to her left and looked at the curtains swaying gently.Her stomach was full now. There was no longer any
"Let go!" Isolde shrieked, her voice echoing in a muffled pitch into the quiet afternoon air.Both of her palms gripped the muscular arms wrapped around her waist, trying with all her might to force the man to back down. However, the embrace only tightened further, pulling her back until it pressed
Lucien stepped closer, erasing the remaining distance between them until the clicking of his oxfords stopped right beside Isolde’s bar stool. He pulled an empty chair, then sat on it with an incredibly relaxed yet commanding movement. His eyes glanced at the half-eaten bowl of instant noodles, then







