Beautiful Falling (English Version)

PROLOG

The girl turned her body to the side. Her hand fumbled and searched for something hard and warm there, but she only felt a cold and empty surface. Slowly, her eyelids opened. The crystal blue eyes that had shone with warmth last night suddenly darkened into a piercingly cold crystalline color. Her brow furrowed slightly.

"Peter?" Just silence. Soon, the tears dripped into random dots on the white pillow. Stupid! Her mind scoffed. She could only tighten her grip on the blanket and hug her naked body.

You know, you were born a prostitute. A whore once was a whore always! The voice was able to break the tears. Maybe a lot of guys are glancing at you, but that's not for long. Once they get your body, they will leave you. I have to admit, you're only useful at that.

The words of James, his older brother, played in her mind. The man who was seven years older than her, never stopped reminding her of that, especially after the incident. The girl tried to block all the images that suddenly appeared in her mind. Her body was shaking with fear and anger.

What James had said was true. The girl was born with a body that could make men sin just by looking at her. Her body is small because she doesn't have the height of the female volleyball athletes at her school, but she has tantalizing curves in certain parts that fit perfectly and are almost perfect. Plus, the bronze-red hair and freckles on most of her face, which other people think look cute, impresses a plain early teenager dressed for sinners. Many men her age and even above (or more so above) often tease, seduce, even dare to sacrifice anything just to enjoy that body, but the girl still stands firm. She just wants to give her virginity to the man she loves and Peter is the right person. Right?

The girl's anger peaked again when she realized how stupid she was. Oh my God, why am I so naive?! Again, her mind scoffed. The girl got up but was suddenly attacked with such a severe headache that her head fell back on the pillow again. Damn Peter! I don't know how many glasses of wine Peter gave her, but she thought it really helped to make her brave. For once in her life, the girl wanted to be someone who was free and in charge of others and Peter was willing to fulfill that desire. The girl remembers that the wine she drank made her so infatuated that their love was wild and hot. In her dim memory, Peter looked more handsome and even more handsome than usual. His body is slender but feels stronger, his chest is wider, and his touch is hard but gentle.

This time, there's no such thing as a handsome and masculine Peter. The night turned into morning and all the memories were like the wind. Instantly, she hated him. She tried to get up slowly because the intimate area was still sensitive. She left all her porcelain skin exposed as she trudged towards the bathroom. Instantly, she wanted to throw away the remnants of her now disgusting romance, hoping the water would wash it all away a little.

The girl's reflection was reflected in the mirror. Her face looked tired but satisfied. Her hair was a mess, but it was clear that it was the result of such intense sex. For the first time, the girl felt sexy with a radiant face full of aura. If Peter hadn't treated her like this, she would have been the happiest girl in the world.

"Iris, baby," someone called softly. Suddenly, the girl's face gleamed with joy and then turned red. That someone was Peter.

"I'm here, Peter," said Iris, unable to hide her happiness. It turned out that these thoughts were just assumptions. She thought Peter had left after getting her body.

The door creaked open. Peter stood about six feet tall, his spiked hair making him look like a bad boy and his body was sturdy and well-contained. Peter immediately approached and hugged Iris's body affectionately.

"I'm sorry, baby. Yesterday I had to go out because I wanted to buy breakfast for the two of us. I don't want my girl to starve after our first night." Even though his lips never stopped kissing Iris' neck, Peter's voice sounded regretful.

"I thought you left me," Iris answered innocently, giving Peter more access to her succulent lips.

"Baby, I've said many times, I'm not like other men, especially not like James. I will never leave you. I love you, Iris. I love you too much." Iris smiled cheerfully. He was lucky because God brought him and Peter together quickly.

"I love you too, Peter. I love you so much. "

"Forgive me?"

"Yes, yes. Make love to me, " Iris replied hoarsely. Her lower center felt a little sore but throbbing, even though the throbbing was not at all as intense as last night.

"Fuck, yeah! I'll take you to heaven, baby. " After that, Iris felt a strange shock. Her lips moaned to say something, but all of them were overcome by the absurd pleasure followed by the darkness around her.