Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Chapter 384

I cried and apologized to him. I didn’t expect this to happen. Colin said it didn’t matter and would be alright in the future. He’d been waiting for me for years. He could wait for me longer.

I tried, but it still didn’t work.

One day, his yearning was too intense, and my guilt was too profound. For the first time, I touched him, helping him release his desire.

After it was over, Colin shyly lay on my shoulders and massaged my sore arms. Thank you, baby. I want it again tomorrow.”

I was surprised when he stated that it was his first experience.

“It feels great.

I couldn’t believe that Colin, a nearly 30–year–old man, was still a virgin. He felt embarrassed and angry, claiming that I had no conscience. He had been keeping his virtue for me all these

years.

hearing that, I forgot the fear and resistance I had just experienced. I only laughed. loudly, unstoppable. Colin was so pissed off that he bit my ear

at Felix’s

to tell me about Matthew. He had been in a bad mood

him twice about his lack of concentration. If he persisted in this manner, he

her she had overthought. I believed Matthew had me in his heart, but that wouldn’t make him give up on life. It was only temporary effect. After all, he’d liked

and I had Colin now. Matthew was

The so–called inseparability was merely too much concern and unwillingness to let go..

reminded Helen that it was a rare opportunity. She could seize the chance to strengthen her relationship with Matthew. Especially on lonely nights, she could fully display

at my shamelessness as I taught her to do lustful things. Then, she admitted she did plan

quickly improved, and I painted

+15 BONUS

King several paintings, which he praised. He even teased me, claiming I was a future star. He described me as having the makings of a great artist.

first time, I experienced the beauty of Jesselton College.

day and wanted to head to my apartment to fetch something. Unconsciously, I approached the jasmine field in front of the apartment.

Dad liked jasmine, so I had always enjoyed its bitter, cold fragrance. when it bloomed.