Estela by Miu

"Little Stela . . . treating you like a little sister for so many years. I can't promise you that I'll treat you like a girlfriend right away . . . But, what I can promise you . . . I will love you from now on as a woman . . . as Estela Fay . . ."

My lips quivered, trying to hold my cries while my body didn't restrain itself. My hands embraced Zhander's head, leading it to rest against my breasts.

"Oh, Zhander! I love you! I love you so much!"

"I love you too . . . ," Zhander said, voice a little helpless as he circled his arms around my waist.

. . .

. . .

I released his head and cupped his cheeks to meet his gaze.

"Zhander, let's seal our love with a kiss!"

The thought excites me, not minding Zhander's face turning awkward.

I closed my eyes and puckered my lips, edging it towards him.

I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited for this day to come!

I'd always imagined this scene a thousand times every day in the past years to the point that I hammered my morals into dust when it got between me and my lewd fantasies.

I was about to open my eyes when warm, moist lips grazed my forehead. My eyes flung open, and it shot daggers towards Zhander.

"What was that?" I confronted.

"A-a kiss."

Zhander covered his lips with his fingers like it was burned. His eyes were avoiding mine while his cheeks blossomed red in embarrassment.

This was the first time I ever saw him being shy. I would have squealed non-stop from the cuteness, but I was feeling defiled at the moment.

"No. That was not a kiss. A kiss is when you lick, bite, nibble, and suck the lips. You then parted it with your tongue and plunged your tongue inside to explore the wetness within as your tongue battle each other in a wild frenzy while you're both choking with each other's saliva."

Zhander's face turned even redder as he stared at me in disbelief.

"L-little Stela . . . w-who told you that?"

"What?! I'm seventeen years old. Do you think rainbows, ponies, and dollhouses will come out from my mouth?"

After a moment, Zhander chuckled as he embraced me. He led my head to rest against his warm, broad chest as he inhaled my hair, gently caressing it.

"Little Stela, let's take it slow . . . You're still too young."

"Slow?! Like how slow?! Like an hour slow?! Or like a day slow?!" I didn't hide the anxiousness in my voice.

"How about you finish college first. Until then, let's keep our relationship wholesome. Let's not go beyond holding hands and hugging. Kissing is also acceptable as long as it doesn't involve the tongue."

. . .

. . .

I could feel another negative energy forming inside me.

Ohhh~ Zhander. I swear this sweet torturous feeling will return to you a hundred folds. Tehehehehe!

Zhander shivered when a dark obsessive air preyed upon him.