The past month had been a whirlwind for Evan. His mornings started with stamina exercises with Sienna, and gradually, she introduced him to handling light weights. At first, his arms protested every time he tried lifting, and his muscles ached in pces he hadn’t even known existed. But slowly, the strain became more bearable. He was improving. The realization brought a small sense of satisfaction—something about seeing slow but steady progress made him feel like he had control over at least one part of his life.

  The rest of his days, however, were an exhausting blur. Between attending csses, working on the bellhop project in the afternoons, and then diving into his academic assignments in the evenings, he barely had a moment to breathe. Sometimes, he thought about picking up a hobby, maybe pying the piano or reading something outside of his coursework, but every time he considered it, he found himself too drained to do anything but colpse into bed. His world had shrunk to a tight schedule of school, work, and sleep, leaving little space for anything else.

  Then, the looming shadow of exams crept closer, and Evan felt an unfamiliar knot tightening in his stomach. Back in his old world, exams had always been stressful, but manageable. Here, however, they carried a different kind of pressure. The previous Evan had been a near-perfect student, consistently ranking among the top scorers. He had a sharp mind, one that thrived in the structured environment of academia. But now? Evan wasn’t so sure he could live up to that standard.

  The subjects weren’t impossibly difficult, but there were nuances that felt foreign to him. Certain advanced concepts in economics, obscure details in business w, and complex theories in finance that the previous Evan had mastered with ease now seemed overwhelming. His notes were neat and well-organized—something he was grateful for—but understanding everything at the same level? That was another challenge altogether.

  He didn’t want to fail. More than that, he didn’t want to be average. If his grades suddenly dropped, people would notice. His teachers would notice. His dad would notice. Sienna would notice. And that thought made his chest tighten.

  One evening, as he sat in the car on the way home with Sienna, he caught himself staring out the window, lost in thought. The city lights blurred past in streaks of gold and white, but his mind was elsewhere, tangled in equations and historical dates.

  “Something’s bothering you,” Sienna’s voice broke through his haze. Her tone was casual, but her gaze was sharp, analyzing him the way she always did when she sensed something was off.

  Evan blinked and turned to her. “What? No, I’m fine.”

  Sienna raised a brow. “Liar.”

  He sighed. “It’s nothing serious. Just exams coming up.” He shrugged, trying to make it seem like a passing concern.

  Her gaze didn’t waver. “Are you worried?”

  Evan hesitated. He wanted to say no, to brush it off like it was just a minor inconvenience. But the words stuck in his throat. Finally, he exhaled. “A little.”

  Sienna hummed thoughtfully, tapping her fingers lightly against the steering wheel as she drove. “You don’t have to do it alone, you know.”

  Evan gnced at her. “What do you mean?”

  She smirked. “You are smart, but I was the top of the css st year too, remember? If you need help, I can tutor you. We can study together, go over anything you’re unsure about.”

  Evan hesitated. The idea of studying with Sienna was… tempting. She was sharp, efficient, and clearly knew her stuff. But at the same time, the thought of relying on her made his pride twinge slightly. Shouldn’t he be able to handle this on his own?

  Sienna must have sensed his reluctance because she added, “Come on, Evan. I like spending time with you. And honestly, it’ll be fun. I’ll even bring your favorite ice cream.” She shot him a teasing look. “How can you say no to that?”

  He couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “You’re really using ice cream to bribe me?”

  “Absolutely,” she said, smirking. “And I promise I won’t be too harsh on you. Maybe.”

  Evan rolled his eyes but felt a warmth spreading in his chest. Maybe studying with Sienna wouldn’t be so bad after all. In fact, it might even be nice.

  ***

  As night fell, Evan set up a rge study table on the floor of his bedroom, covering it with stacks of books and notes. He had decided that they would study in his room, but the desk he had wasn't big enough for both of them. This way, they could sit on the floor and spread out their materials. He had agreed to her proposal earlier, and now, as he gnced over at her, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest. She was wearing a pair of loose, silky shorts, and a cropped top that left little to the imagination. The fabric clung to her skin, highlighting the curves of her body, and Evan's eyes couldn't help but wander.

  He felt a sudden jolt of arousal, and before he could compose himself, his body responded. He was wearing shorts as well, and the bulge in his pants became unmistakable. Evan's face heated up as he prayed that Sienna wouldn't notice. He tried to shift his position, to angle his body away from her, but thankfully, she seemed oblivious to his discomfort. She began to expin a complex concept, and Evan focused on her words, trying to push aside his distracting thoughts.

  As they studied, Evan managed to calm himself down, reminding himself that he was a gentleman and that he needed to maintain his composure. He took a few deep breaths, and his body slowly rexed, the tension easing from his muscles. Sienna, sensing that he was focused, smiled and continued to expin the material.

  After a while, Sienna suggested they take a short break before going to get ice cream. "I need to stretch my legs," she said, standing up and arching her back. As she stretched, her top rode up, and Evan caught a glimpse of her breasts. It was a fleeting moment, but it was enough to spark his imagination. He looked away, trying to distract himself, but his mind began to wander. He imagined what it would be like to touch her, to hold her close, and to feel her skin against his.

  Sienna, oblivious to the effect she had on Evan, finished her stretching and bent down to move the table. This time, Evan's arousal was harder to hide. As she sat down, her eyes fell onto his pants, and a sly smile spread across her face. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice low and teasing. "Looks like someone's having a hard time concentrating." She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Naughty boy, no wonder you can't focus on your studies."

  Evan's face burned as he tried to come up with a response, but his words got tangled in his throat. Sienna continued to tease him, her words dripping with pyful sarcasm. "Oh, poor baby, is this too stressful for you? Do you need some extra help?" She batted her eyeshes at him, and Evan felt his embarrassment deepen.

  "It's your fault," he managed to stammer out. "You're the one who's... dressed like that." He gestured vaguely at her outfit, trying to convey his point without sounding too accusatory.

  Sienna chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "This is my usual nightwear," she said, shrugging. "You're the one who's acting too flustered." She leaned back against the couch, her eyes never leaving his face. "I'm just being comfortable in my own home."

  Evan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He reminded himself that in this world, women often wore revealing clothing in the comfort of their own homes. It was normal, and he was the one who was overreacting. "Just ignore me," he said, trying to sound casual. "It'll settle down on its own."

  But Sienna just ughed, a soft, silken sound. "Oh, I don't think it will," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Besides, we're already engaged, aren't we? Maybe you need some help... rexing." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you need some help, Evan?"

  Evan's heart skipped a beat as he considered her words. He was a man, and the thought of intimacy with a woman like Sienna was almost too much to bear. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the attraction he felt. And as he looked into her eyes, he saw the spark of interest there, the spark that seemed to ignite a fire within him.

  To his own surprise, he agreed. "Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think I do."

  Sienna's eyes widened, and for a moment, she seemed speechless. Then, she gulped, her throat moving visibly. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice hesitant. "I want to make sure you're comfortable with this."

  Evan felt a surge of embarrassment at being asked such a question by a girl, but he bit the bullet and nodded. "Yes, I'm sure," he said, trying to sound confident. "Go ahead."

  Sienna's face lit up with a soft, gentle smile. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I'll take care of you," she whispered, her breath sending shivers down his spine.

  As she pulled back, Evan saw the hunger in her eyes, the desire that burned within her. He felt a pang of impatience, wanting to take control of the situation. He reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her close as he pressed his lips against hers.

  But Sienna was not one to be dominated. She kissed him back, her lips soft and gentle, but also firm and insistent. She pushed him back, her hands on his chest, and broke the kiss. "Not so fast," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "We're going to do this my way."

  Evan felt a twinge of awkwardness at being treated so gently. He tried to pull her back in, to deepen the kiss, but Sienna was having none of it. She pushed him back again, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

  "Let me take care of you," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his. "Just rex and let me do the work."

  Evan's impatience began to get the better of him, and he tried to take charge once more. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her back down into a kiss. But Sienna was too quick, too skilled. She turned the kiss into a gentle, soothing caress, her lips brushing against his skin.

  As she began to undress him, Evan felt a rush of exposure, of vulnerability. But Sienna's hands were gentle, soothing, and he found himself melting into her touch. She kissed him again, her lips tracing the lines of his chest, the curves of his torso.

  Then, she began to undress herself, her movements slow and deliberate. Evan watched, transfixed, as she revealed her body to him. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, her curves accentuated by the soft light of the room. Her breasts were particurly captivating, full and round, with a gentle bounce as she moved.

  Evan's eyes were glued to her chest, his mouth watering at the sight. He felt a surge of desire, a hunger that he couldn't ignore. He reached out to touch her, but Sienna caught his hand, her fingers wrapping around his wrist.

  "Not yet," she said, her voice filled with desire. "Let me show you how it's done."

  And with that, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his once more. The kiss was deep and intense, her tongue probing his mouth as her hands moved over his body. Evan felt himself responding, his body arching up towards her, his heart pounding in his chest.

  As they kissed, Sienna's hands moved over his body, tracing the lines of his chest, the curves of his torso. Her fingers danced across his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Evan felt himself melting into her touch, his body responding to her caresses with a hunger he couldn't ignore.

  And then, slowly, she began to guide him inside her. Evan felt a rush of excitement, a sense of wonder, as he realized what was happening. He was about to lose his virginity, to experience the ultimate act of intimacy. As he entered her, he felt a surge of pleasure, his cock sinking deep into her warm, wet pussy. Sienna's eyes locked onto his, her gaze burning with an inner fire as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

  With a quiet sigh, Evan surrendered to the sensations, letting go of his need to control and simply allowing himself to feel, to absorb every moment of this intimate encounter.

  "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice ced with passion. "You’re perfect," Evan felt himself responding, his body arching up towards her, his heart pounding in his chest. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm as he felt Sienna's body respond to his.

  "But call me handsome instead," he whispered back, a hint of a smile on his lips.

  Sienna's gaze never left his, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Okay, handsome," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. As she spoke, her hips rose to meet his, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her nipples hard and erect as she moaned with pleasure. Evan felt himself getting closer, his body building towards a crescendo of sensation as he pounded into her, his cock sliding in and out of her hot, wet pussy.

  As they moved together, the room around them began to fade away, leaving only the sound of their breathing, the beat of their hearts. It was a symphony of sensation, a dance of desire, and Evan felt himself losing himself in the music. Time seemed to stand still, the world holding its breath as they moved together.

  And then, in a burst of sensation, it was over. Evan felt himself release, his body shuddering with pleasure as he came deep inside Sienna, his cock pulsing with each spasm. Sienna's eyes locked onto his, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity as she felt his semen fill her, her body responding with a series of gentle tremors.

  For a moment, they just y there, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in unison. As they caught their breath, Evan couldn't help but wonder about Sienna's experience. "You're good at this," he said, his voice ced with curiosity. "Have you done this before?"

  Sienna's smile grew, and she raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Why? Was I that good?" she teased, her voice pyful.

  Evan's face flushed, and he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "I just meant that you seem to know exactly what you're doing," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

  Sienna's ughter was like music, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. "I think I'll take that as a compliment, handsome," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "But maybe I'm just a quick learner."

  Evan's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze searching for the truth. "Seriously, have you done this before?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

  Sienna's smile faltered for a moment, and she looked away, a hint of shyness creeping into her eyes. "No, I haven't," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I guess we're both just naturals."

  Evan's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a rush of excitement. "Really?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

  Sienna nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Really," she said, her voice filled with ughter.

  As they y there, their bodies entwined, Evan realized that he had been too inexperienced to recognize the signs of Sienna's own inexperience.

  "You're mine now," Sienna whispered again, her voice sweet and melodic.

  Evan smiled, feeling a sense of possession, of belonging. "And you're mine," he whispered back.

  LunarEcho