The bright blue sky shone intensely. A few clouds drifted slowly across it. Lying on the grass, I felt the gentle breeze caress my skin. I closed my eyes, letting my body fully relax, soaking in the serenity of that peaceful setting.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. I opened my eyes and saw a girl standing in front of me. Her long, wavy brown hair danced in the wind. She wore a simple, light yellow dress with short sleeves and a flowing skirt. Her arms were crossed, and she stared at me with a slightly irritated expression. Her golden, honey-colored eyes sparkled in the sunlight.
"Why didn't you wait for me? We were supposed to go together," she said in a reproachful tone.
"Oh, don't be mad. You were taking too long, so I came ahead," I replied with a carefree smile.
She huffed, stomping her foot.
"Are you going to stay mad, or are you going to lie down here with me and enjoy the moment?"
She muttered again but remained standing. I sighed, stood up with a mischievous look, and brought my hand to her thighs, slowly moving it up the fabric of her dress.
"Get your hand off!" she grumbled, but she didn't move away.
I ignored the warning, letting my fingers slip even higher beneath the dress. Then I noticed something that made me grin wickedly.
"Where's your underwear?"
She gave me a cold glare, but I knew she was teasing. When my hand reached her intimacy and touched her gently, her expression changed. She bit her lower lip, starting to lose control. I kept teasing, feeling her warm, wet skin under my fingers. Her soft moans made it clear she was giving in.
Suddenly, she stepped back, breathing deeply. Her eyes were filled with desire. I raised my hand, showing her my wet fingers. She knelt in front of me, looked up with longing, and without a word, began licking and sucking my fingers with a provocative expression.
Without pause, she moved closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her nimble hands unbuttoned my pants and firmly pulled down the zipper. With careful movements, she lowered my underwear, freeing my already erect member. Her fingers wrapped around it in a teasing touch, as if returning every sensation I had given her.
Without breaking eye contact, she bent down and took me into her mouth slowly, savoring every second. Her tongue explored with pleasure, alternating between gentle suction and more intense movements. I couldn't help but react — my muscles tightened involuntarily, and a moan escaped my lips.
Then she pulled away, looked at me with a playful smile, and asked ironically:
"What if you had waited for me?"
She was clearly in control now. I sighed, surrendering to her dominance.
"I'm sorry… I should've waited. I won't do it again," I replied sincerely, knowing she wanted more than pleasure — she wanted to be taken seriously.
She smiled, satisfied, but didn't continue. Instead, she turned slowly, lifted her dress, and looked over her shoulder at me. Her hips swayed with teasing intent, and the sight awakened something primal inside me.
Instinctively, I gripped her waist and aligned with her. The moment I entered her, the sensation overwhelmed me — hot, wet, tight. Every thrust was filled with tension and pleasure. Her moans, low and uneven, mixed with my ragged breathing. With each movement, I felt myself unravel in waves of ecstasy.
It didn't take long until I reached my limit, releasing everything inside her with a long, trembling sigh. I stayed there for a moment, still feeling the pulsing heat between us. When I pulled back, I saw a white thread slowly dripping down her thighs, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
Seizing the moment, I brought my fingers to her again, caressing her gently, just to watch her shiver once more. Her moans returned, softer now, continuous, as if her body was vibrating from the inside out. She was on the verge of climax once more…
VRRRRRRRRRRRRRUMMM!
A loud, metallic, booming sound echoed through the forest, shaking the air around us. She immediately pulled away with a jolt, her expression shifting from pleasure to concern. She quickly dressed, trying to compose herself. But even with her dress in place, her nipples pressed against the fabric, and the sweat on her skin made her look even more exposed.
I looked at her with concern. I knew her well — my girlfriend was shy, reserved, and hated being seen in public. Even a simple kiss in front of others made her nervous.
"Sheila… are you okay?" I asked, stepping closer.
She was breathing hard, trying to regain control.
"Let's go back to the village," she said firmly, avoiding my gaze, visibly uncomfortable with the situation.
"All right," I replied. "I'll take you home. You need a bath and some rest."
She simply nodded. I gently held her hand, and we walked together down the path back to the village.
As we neared the village, something felt off. There was an unusual commotion in the town square. In the middle of the plaza stood an enormous carriage — the biggest I had ever seen. Its body was adorned with golden details, shining in the sun like it was made of actual gold. Despite the dusty road, the carriage was spotlessly clean.
Villagers gathered around it, astonished and curious. It was rare, almost unheard of, to see a carriage here. Carts were common — simple and practical. But this… this was something else.
Suddenly, I noticed Sheila let go of my hand and began walking toward the carriage.
"Sheila?! What are you doing?"
She stopped and looked at me with determination.
"Davis… this might be my chance. They're here to give a test. If I pass, I can leave this village. See the world. Do you remember what I always told you? That we live like frogs at the bottom of a well. This village is just a drop compared to the ocean out there."
She had always spoken about that — the desire to leave, to explore the unknown. But now that the opportunity was in front of her, my chest tightened.
"All right… but first, let's go home. You need to freshen up."
She shook her head.
"What if they leave? I can't risk missing this."
Without giving me a chance to argue, she continued walking toward the crowd. I followed close behind, unable to hide my concern. Her clothes were still a mess, her body sweaty and marked — if anyone looked closely, they'd notice too much.
As we approached the carriage, the door opened with a loud click. A towering man stepped out. Tall, muscular, he wore gleaming golden armor. He looked like a legendary knight. His shaved head gave him a more menacing look, and his eyes — a piercing yellow — seemed to see straight through people.
He raised his voice, firm like thunder:
"Only youths up to twenty years old may participate in the test!"
The crowd stirred. Murmurs and protests spread among the villagers. A burly man, clearly older, stepped forward:
"What do you mean?! I've been here since the carriage arrived! You're saying I can't even try?"
The armored man eyed him coldly. In a flash, he lunged, grabbing the man by the arm. As if he weighed nothing, he hurled him into the air. The man's body crashed against a tree with brutal force. When he hit the ground, he didn't move.
Dead.
A heavy silence fell over the village. Everyone stepped back, terrified. Sheila gripped my arm tightly. I wrapped mine around her protectively, my heart racing.
Something told us this "test" would change everything.