His coming-of-age ceremony
On his eighteenth birthday, when Shen Yu woke up, his heart beat faster than usual. He listened attentively, and the master bedroom was still quiet, and Lin Qingyue had not woken up yet.
He knew what today meant. Not only was it adulthood in the legal sense, but it was also the disappearance of an invisible boundary. For more than two years, he had lived under Lin Qingyue's wings, and had already thoroughly understood her preferences and habits. He knew exactly what she liked - she liked to be in control, liked beautiful things, and liked to seek excitement and novelty. He also noticed that there seemed to be no shortage of men and women of all kinds around her. Although she didn't bring them home, the clothes that were stained with different perfumes, and the vague information about a celebrity model that Sister Wang occasionally mentioned, made Shen Yu understand that she was having a lot of fun. As for him, Lin Qingyue would at most just stroke him with appreciation, just like treating a cat or a dog, and never really crossed the line.
A few months ago, Lin Qingyue once again came home late with a strange perfume. The accumulated anxiety and a twisted possessiveness overwhelmed Shen Yu's rationality. He mustered up his courage, trembling and pulling at the corner of her clothes, his cheeks flushed: "Sister... If you need... I... I can do it too... I'm no worse than those people outside..."
Lin Qingyue's gaze lingered on his young face for a moment, as if seeing through all his petty thoughts. Suddenly, she chuckled softly, her fingertips brushing across his hot cheek, a hint of playfulness and unmistakable distance. "Xiaoyu," her voice remained lazy, but it extinguished all his delusions like ice water. "Sister doesn't play underage."
Those words were like a double-edged sword, temporarily saving him but also pushing him into deeper anxiety. It wasn't that she didn't want him, it was just that the time hadn't come yet. And so, the invisible boundary of adulthood became the day of liberation he longed for day and night.
Today, this bottom line finally no longer exists.
A plan, so bold it bordered on madness, had long been brewing in his mind. He would dedicate himself to her. He would break through the barrier that seemed protective but was actually alienating. He would truly and completely belong to her, and he would also let her... be imbued with his scent.
In the afternoon, he turned down his classmates' suggestion to celebrate his birthday and stayed in the apartment to make careful preparations.
When Lin Qingyue returned home in the evening, she was acutely aware of something unusual. The apartment was filled with a faint, alluring aroma of food, mixed with a subtle, sweet, yet not cloying scent of incense. The lights were dimmed, leaving only a few wall lamps emitting an ambiguous, hazy glow.
Shen Yu did not come up to her immediately as usual. She changed her shoes and walked towards the living room, only to see a carefully prepared dinner on the dining table, even with candles lit. And Shen Yu herself...
He stood quietly at the dining table, not wearing his usual comfortable housecoat, but a classic black and white maid outfit. The black skirt was slightly puffy and reached to the knees, while a white lace apron tied in front of him emphasized his slim waist. The material was clearly fine cotton satin, with a delicate sheen. A fluffy white bunny-ear headband graced his soft black hair, his long ears drooping slightly, adding a touch of innocence and allure.
The collar of the maid outfit was slightly open, revealing a beautifully shaped collarbone and a small expanse of fair skin. Beneath the skirt, a pair of straight, slender legs were encased in white stockings trimmed with delicate lace. On him, this outfit evoked a strange blend of purity and austerity.
His eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a small shadow beneath his eyes. His cheeks were tinged with a barely perceptible blush. He seemed a little uncomfortable, yet quietly waiting for something, like a large, dressed-up doll awaiting its owner's evaluation. A silent, almost sweet, awkward atmosphere hung in the air.
"Sister," he pulled out a chair for her, his voice softer than usual, with a deliberate, sticky ending, "Today is my eighteenth birthday."
Lin Qingyue's eyes wandered over him, not missing any details. She certainly saw his intention, and her surprise was only a moment, then replaced by a deep, pleased interest.
"Happy birthday." She sat down, her tone sounding the same as usual, but her eyes were much deeper, with a playful inquiry.
The dinner was held in a delicate and tense atmosphere. Shen Yu tried to act natural, but his slightly trembling fingertips and his eyes that never dared to meet hers betrayed his nervousness. He sipped the wine in small sips, trying to numb his overly sensitive nerves with alcohol.
After the meal, as soon as Lin Qingyue put down her napkin, Shen Yu walked around her, knelt beside her chair, and pulled her hand to her cheek.
"Sister..." He called her with a tone of dependence and intimacy, his voice trembling violently, "I'm an adult now... I'll give myself to you, okay?"
He raised his face, his beautiful eyes filled with moisture, full of desperate courage and heart-warming shyness. He took her hand and slid it down, into the slightly open neckline, and touched the bare skin under his shirt, the touch was delicate and hot.
Lin Qingyue grasped his trembling wrist with her backhand, feeling his rapid pulse with her fingertips. She surveyed him from above. She could see the slight rise and fall of his chest and smell the alluring scent he had carefully prepared.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Her voice dropped to a dangerously low pitch.
Shen Yu blushed, nodded gently, and her long eyelashes trembled and closed obediently, like a sacrificial lamb waiting for the final judgment.
Lin Qingyue no longer hesitated. She led him into the bedroom and kissed his lips, which were slightly cold from nervousness, with a strong and predatory attitude that could not be refused. The skirt was easily taken off, revealing the boy's youthful but already charming body.
Everything happened naturally, yet it was far more thrilling than Shen Yu had imagined. Lin Qingyue's experience and skills were far beyond his reach. She dominated everything, bringing him a tremor he had never experienced before, a mixture of subtle pain and extreme pleasure. He responded awkwardly, endured obediently, and opened himself completely to her. Tears flowed uncontrollably, not because of regret, but because of the extreme excitement and inexplicable emotion of being completely possessed and swallowed up.
After it was over, Shen Yu was lying in Lin Qingyue's arms, her body still trembling slightly, the tears on her face were not dry, her lips were red and swollen, and her whole body was filled with a gorgeous aura of being thoroughly pampered.
Lin Qingyue was in a good mood, caressing his still-lightly-sweaten back like a well-behaved pet. She stood up, casually threw on her nightgown, walked to the window, and pulled a box from a gift bag. It was a limited-edition doll from a luxury brand, shaped like a soft, snow-white rabbit, its eyes inlaid with a black gemstone-like material. It was quite expensive.
She didn't know why, but when she passed by the store that day and saw the rabbit sitting obediently on the shelf, she suddenly felt that it looked very similar to Shen Yu. When she came to her senses, she found that she had bought it inexplicably. It was a bit childish, so she hid the rabbit. The atmosphere was just right tonight, and she thought of the rabbit.
She stuffed the rabbit doll into Shen Yu's arms: "Here, a birthday present."
Shen Yu hugged the extremely soft rabbit doll with the fragrance of the counter tightly, as if hugging some kind of promise and proof. He buried his flushed cheeks in the delicate fur of the doll, his voice muffled, but full of indescribable satisfaction and joy: "Thank you, sister... I like it very much... I like it very much..."
To him, this was more than just a doll; it was a response she gave, further proof of the relationship.
Lin Qingyue looked at his clinging expression, at the marks on his body that belonged to her, and the sense of control and possessiveness in her heart was greatly satisfied. She rubbed his sweat-soaked hair, her tone lazily afterward and with a subtle hint of tolerance towards property: "Go to sleep."
Shen Yu put the rabbit doll on the bedside, held Lin Qingyue's hand and fell asleep, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
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