Confession, Promise.......and Blowjob

If Iris Astor could be defined by a single word, it would be *splendor*. Born into a family wealthy enough to own their own island and endowed with a stunning physique capable of rivaling Hollywood stars, one might easily assume she was truly blessed.

Naturally, this gave her an ego that dwarfed her fortune; to her, most people around her were mere commoners existing only to sing her praises, or servants to be used at will and discarded whenever the mood struck.

To someone as insignificant as Arnold, however, she seemed more like a Greek goddess than a mere mortal. Her presence radiated such power that he often felt lucky just to be near her, even when she was making his life miserable.

A haughty, sensual princess with the birthright to rule over everyone.

Yet, the young redhead saw none of that today as she knelt right between his legs—her hands resting strategically on his knees—wearing an expression vastly different from her usual one.

Her head was tilted to the right, relaxing every muscle in her face; her sensual red lips were parted in a smile of radiant serenity—one that seemed to hold a deeper meaning. A flush spread across her cheeks with lightning speed, and her eyes seemed to have absorbed all the surrounding light, concentrating and magnifying their brilliance.

One didn't need to study her closely to know what was on her mind. There was no trace of that colossal royal pride, let alone her customary disdain for "inferior beings." All those personality traits had been easily swept aside by submission, surrender, passion, and something else—something even more powerful that he couldn't quite define.

Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Arnold had no idea how to act in the presence of this unfamiliar version of Iris. He tried to look away but lacked the will to escape the hostess's magnetic blue eyes, which disarmed any attempt to flee. “Oh, Arnold, don’t worry—don’t be afraid of me,” Iris said, her voice laced with longing. “You’re going to enjoy this more than all the equations in the world.” Without taking her eyes off the nerd, she moved her face closer to his crotch.

He swallowed so hard the girls must have heard it; his legs turned into trembling sticks, and it took ages for his mouth to form the question whose answer he was already beginning to guess.

“Mhm... hmm... uh... uh... M... M... Miss A... Astor... what... what are you trying to do? You... you guys always... always treated me like a slave.”

“I was a fool,” she blurted out with a sincerity and remorse Arnold never saw coming. “Yes, I was an immature fool with you... You see, because of my status, people have high expectations of me, and with you... with you, it couldn't have been any other way... hmm... so I played the part of the rich girl everyone... ex... expected.” Her voice faltered as tremors suddenly seized her.

The blonde’s entire body seemed hesitant and fearful, as if a struggle were taking place to bring something out from deep within her. That behavior felt all too familiar to the young redhead; it was a mirror image of his own actions—only it felt surreal coming from the very embodiment of pride.

He had a strange premonition about where her words were leading, yet at the same time, he was deeply curious to hear what she had to say.

“Hm... that’s... that’s why I... I... I treated you like trash—the insults, the humiliations, the mistreatment... absolutely everything was because of that damn status!” She shouted that last part, tears spilling over before she continued. “You... you paid a heavy price for my... my cowardice—a cowardice that drove me to hide behind a mask so I wouldn't have to face my... my... true feelings.”

She paused to wipe the tears from her face and try to steady her nerves. No one else stepped in; the girls watched in anticipation while Arnold, his heart pounding in his throat, waited for her to finish.

“Why... hm... the truth is... is... oh, damn it—I’m in love with you!” She blurted out the final words with the force of a cannon blast.

Arnold went deathly pale; his mouth hung open in a silent scream, and his eyes seemed to sink into his face. He looked more like a ghost than a person; his mind, accustomed to solving any problem or equation, couldn't process what he was hearing.

The unattainable Iris Astor, in love with pathetic Arnold Allen! It seemed like something out of a bizarre Elsword scenario cooked up by a lunatic.

“Yeah, yeah... I know it’s crazy and that we come from different worlds... but... but... I was instantly drawn to your introverted nature... and the way your eyes light up when you explain something complex is... it’s so adorable, it makes my heart skip a beat... It doesn't matter what others say, or the supposed differences between us—and certainly not the... the bad things I did to you. I love you, and that’s that!”

For a few brief seconds, Arnold stared at her in disbelief, like someone watching a magic show while knowing it was all a sham; he was waiting to spot the trick, to confirm he was witnessing an elaborate lie built on smoke and mirrors. He saw nothing in that beautiful face but the uncontainable love she had confessed; and though his brain told him otherwise, his heart insisted she wasn't lying.

“M... Miss... Astor... i... i... i... i...”

“It’s the greatest truth you’ll ever hear from me, Arnold—and please, call me by my name, no formalities. You might not believe me, so I’m going to keep telling you over and over just how much I love you... I’m going to win your heart, starting right now.”

Iris’s hands moved down again, but this time they settled on the bulge in the nerd’s trousers. Had he not been so incredibly nervous, he would have noticed the abnormal size of his crotch—a sign that a monster was hiding down there.

“Oh... uh... uh... W... what are you going to do?”

“I told you, darling: I’m going to win your heart. I’ll start with something I’ve been wanting to do to you for a long time... something that’ll make that huge brain of yours explode. I’ll be the first to touch that little friend of yours—the one that’s been longing for a woman’s touch.”

The other two girls sat together on the bed, making sounds of euphoria and excitement.

“Ooh... she finally confessed! Things are escalating pretty fast. Is she actually going to do it?”

“Damn, damn... she’s serious... I’ve got to record this.”

Before Arnold could turn around, Britney was already pointing her phone at him, which only made the young man even more bashful.

“Oh, heavens... heavens, heavens, heavens,” the flustered boy murmured.

With his heart pounding fit to burst, the redhead chose to close his eyes; meanwhile, the blonde calmly loosened his belt, undid his zipper, and whispered tenderly to Arnold:

“Relax, darling. Take a deep breath, and above all... enjoy this.”