His Domineering Lover

It was only when Lucille returned home that she realized that she couldn't bear to look straight at herself. Her face was as pale as snow. With her hair down, she could go straight to the haunted house to dress up as a ghost.

She knew that there was nothing to be liked about her in this way. After a month, Steve finally said to her, "Miss Robles, I'm sorry to say this but I really don't think we are hitting it off."

"Steve, it's not that you're not interested in me, it's just that you never wanted to get to know me at all." Lucille was telling the truth.

"Miss Robles, I think I'm living a good life now, so I don't want to have a relationship. We're not suitable for each other."

"I get it." Lucille packed her things and left.

When she left, Thirza still smiled sweetly. "Goodbye, Aunt Robles. You are welcome in this house anytime."

Lucille still couldn't figure out what was going on inside the little girl's head.

"Goodbye."

After sending Lucille off, Thirza put her arm around Steve's neck and said, "Steve, I want to eat the braised pork ribs tonight." "Don't you want to eat outside today?"

"The food you make is much better. Steve, will you cook for me for the rest of my life?"

"Of course not. When you grow up, you are gonna marry someone else. But I do promise to cook for you before that."

"You're still young and don't know anything. It's too early to talk about this." Steve gently touched Thirza's head.

"Steve, I will grow up as soon as possible."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

From that day on, she was no longer picky about her food. She ate as much as she could and was soon quite tall.

Six years passed in the blink of an eye, and Thirza was going to go to junior high school.

Tracey wanted her back to their side while Thirza was completely against it, saying that she was used to the life in Country S.

Adam has always been spoiling his two daughters so he agreed to Thirza's request immediately.

Thirza was twelve years old and was relatively tall for her age.

Steve had quite a sense of achievement. This was Thirza's first day of school.

"Thirza, are you still in bed?" Steve knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He felt a little helpless. Thirza had been staying up for quite a long time recently.

The door was opened and Thirza was asleep. She was wearing a pink princess's nightdress, revealing her snow-white thighs. The cleavage in her chest was obvious as she lay on her side on the bed.

At this moment, Steve suddenly felt that Thirza had grown up, and he shouldn't act so casually anymore.

"Thirza, it's time to get up." He gently pushed her arm. He had an inexplicably warm feeling in his heart although he brought the child up himself.

Thirza opened her eyes like a lazy cat. "No... five more minutes."

"No, you are going to be late for school. I made your favorite sandwich. Come on, get up quickly." Steve coaxed her as he used to, in a gentle voice. "Pick me up..." Thirza narrowed her eyes and reached out her hands, acting like a spoiled child.

Steve had no choice but to pick her up. When she didn't want to get up when she was younger, Steve would carry her up and wash her face. She was like a little octopus, lying on Steve's shoulder, with her legs around Steve's waist.

In the past few months after returning home, Thirza had developed crazily. Her breast had already been plump and round.

The softness was pressed against Steve's chest, and there was a faint fragrance coming from her body, brushing past Steve's nose.

At that moment, Steve had a boner. He put Thirza in the bathroom and said, "The pan's still on the stove. I gotta go check it out." "What's the rush, Steve?"

Thirza was speechless. Steve galloped away as if he was being haunted by a ghost.

Steve ran back to his room in one breath. His heart thumped in his chest as he tried to calm down.

"F*ck! How could I have gotten a boner for a little girl?"

He quickly washed his face with cold water. It seemed that he had to pay attention to the distance from Thirza in the future. She was no longer a child.

"There's no pan on the stove, Steve. You lied to me" Thirza looked at him, pouting, in her uniform.

Steve looked at Thirza whose body was already quite attractive, exuding an aura of youth.

Her appearance was somewhat similar to

Tracey's, but he had never thought of her as Tracey.

"Thirza, don't call me Steve in the future. Call me Uncle Steve."

"I've always called you Steve, where's this coming from?" Thirza approached him, feeling strange.

"Nothing, let's have breakfast." Steve quickly drank a glass of orange juice to calm himself down.

Along the way, Thirza was as lively as she always was, but Steve was always immersed in the thing in the morning.

He couldn't forgive himself for feeling something so disgusting towards Thirza, a mere girl who was pure and simple.

At the school gate, a handsome young man stood under the tree.

"Bye then, Steve." Thirza happily ran towards the green-eyed teenager. "Harrison."

Steve knew the boy, and Thirza had been friends with him since kindergarten.

Seeing that Harrison was rubbing her head, and she raised her head to look at him. They were talking as a charming smile went up to Thirza's lips.

Steve turned around and left. This was the life she should have. What happened in the morning was just an accident.

Since then, he never took the initiative to enter Thirza's room, keeping a certain distance from her.

After a month, Thirza looked at him and pouted her lips. "Why do I feel like you've been avoiding me?" "Really?" asked Steve.

"Yeah, you don't hold me anymore. Is there something you don't like about me?"

"Why would there be? It's just that you are not a little girl anymore and we ought to keep a distance from each other."

"I don't want any distance, not from you." Thirza was depressed.

"My good girl, it's getting late. It's time for you to go to bed." Steve was still gentle.

"Steve, I want to sleep with you tonight." Thirza said directly.

"No! No way!" Steve said directly, "I said you are not a little girl anymore. We can't possibly sleep together."

Thirza put on a sad face. "Why? We used to do that every day."

"Thirza, I can promise you anything, but not this."

Then he left the room directly.

At the moment he closed the door, the expression on Thirza's face changed, and the corners of her mouth curled into a playful smile. "Steve, this is not over."

At night, a shriek broke out and the

next thing Steve knew was that his door was pushed open and Thirza

was standing there with the

bunny in

her hands.

"Steve, I had a nightmare. I'm so scared. I wanna sleep with you."

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Steve looked at Thirza, who was standing on the ground with bare feet. Although it had happened countless times when she was a child, now Thirza was no longer the little girl she used to be.

"Thirza, I'll leave the light on for you."

"I can't sleep with the lights on. I got classes tomorrow." Thirza walked towards the bed before Steve could say anything else.