Chapter 9 Aliya story

"Aliya." Revandra greeted Aliya who was busy enjoying her breakfast.

"Yes, Dad, I've heard."

"I'm going abroad. My flight departs this afternoon," said Revandra. However, Aliya just smiled softly, making Revandra think that maybe Aliya was awkward because of last night's incident. "Okay, you continue eating. I have to go immediately. Remember: as long as I'm not around, you have to be nice, and don't cause too much trouble, Honey." Revandra reminded Aliya.

Aliya just nodded without making a sound. 'Is it because of last night?' Revandra asked himself. Only then did he kiss Aliya's forehead. However, Aliya still didn't respond.

Revandra left Aliya who was still greedily eating her food. Shortly after Revandra left, Aliya took a breath and exhaled slowly. In fact, she didn't feel awkward at all about last night's incident, she was just a little annoyed because Revandra went abroad without inviting her. She really wanted to come along. However, she didn't dare ask because if he went along, she wouldn't go to college, and she knew that Revandra really paid attention to education.

After completing her meal, Aliya couldn't muster the energy to go to university. Overwhelmed by laziness, she made up her mind to retreat to her room, surrendering to the sweet temptation of sleep.

Aliya sat in her usual chair in the room, her eyes fixed on the photograph capturing her mother and Revandra's enchanting wedding, fifteen years ago. She took the photo, then she looked at the photo deeply.

"Mom, am I wrong if I don't want to lose my dad, Mom? I don't know what feelings I have for him. But every time I see him with different women, I get so angry. I want to slap every woman who is close to him. Mom, is this what is called love? Or is it just a feeling of not wanting to lose a father figure?" Aliya asked these questions while staring at the photo. She stared for a long time, then put it back in its original position, then got up, and moved to the lying position.

Aliya pulled out a bolster pillow, hugged it, and tried to close her eyes until she fell asleep. Despite her best efforts to fall asleep, she found it impossible to do so. The events from the previous night kept replaying in her mind, particularly the memory of her father's gentle affection. Even now, she couldn't shake off the intoxicating mix of pleasure and desire that the encounter had unleashed. Then suddenly Aliya was startled by the ringing of her cell phone. She stared at the phone screen before accepting the call.

"Where are you, Aliya? Why didn't you attend university today? Are you unwell?" Are you sick?" Aren asked.

"No, I'm not sick. It's just that I'm not very enthusiastic. Today my dad is going abroad. So, I'm alone," answered Aliya.

"OO ... can I go to your house? Of course, if you don't mind."

"Just come." Aliya ended the phone call when Aren said that he was going to her house.

After the call ended, Aliya again imagined the feeling of Revandra's affectionate caress, that feeling was so hard to forget. How could it not be, everything that happened was the first time for a girl who was taboo about something like that.

"Ahhh!" Aliya complained while burying her face in the pillow she was hugging.

Some time passed, and Aren arrived at Aliya's house. She immediately went upstairs where Aliya's room after the servant invited her in. Aren quickly went into Aliya's room, she found her best friend daydreaming.

"Aliya." Aren interrupted the girl who was daydreaming. "What are you worried about, Aliya?" Aren asked later

"Aren, I want to tell you a story, can I?"

"Certainly, you have the ability to do so."

In a moment, Aliya got up and, sat opposite Aren. She took a deep breath and then exhaled.

"What you said is true. I was just acting as usual, and my dad really seemed to want to devour me without a trace!" Aliya tried to say what had happened between her and Revandra. However, Aren didn't really understand the topic Aliya was talking about, so she tried to dig deeper to understand it.

"Aliya, could you clarify what you're trying to say?"

"Aren, last night my dad and I did it." The words that had just come out of Aliya's mouth made Aren very surprised to hear them.

"What?"

"Why are you surprised, Aren? Didn't you yourself teach me to act innocent in front of my dad? Even though I don't really understand things like that." Aliya's face was a little sad.

"Aliya, I wasn't surprised because you actually did as I said. I was surprised because eng-, were you teasing Uncle Revan that quickly?" Aren asked probing.

"I wasn't teasing him. I was just going to kiss his cheek as usual, to say good night before going to bed. But at that time, he turned his head away, and the kiss caught his lips."

"So, what happened next?" Aren became increasingly curious.

"I was a little surprised, I was about to withdraw my lips. However, he immediately bit me without stopping, and I didn't know what to do. So, I just kept quiet."

Then a slap landed on Aliya's head, a spoiled slap from a friend. Aliya wonders why Aren behaves like that towards her.

"You are too stupid, Aliya!" Aren shook her head. "Why did you say nothing when Uncle Revan kissed you?"

Aliya was a little annoyed with Aren because Aliya hadn't continued what happened next, but Aren had already slapped her on the head and said that.

"OO ... not finished yet? Sorry! So, what happens next?" Aren asked again.

"My Dad kissed me until I was out of breath. Then, when he touched my sensitive parts, it felt so good but also painful. Sometime after that, there was something delicious. I don't think I can express it," explained Aliya as she looked up at the ceiling of her room.

"So, Uncle Revan has tarnished you? Is that what you mean?"

"No, Dad didn't go that far. But, honestly, even if it's just his fondling, I'm satisfied. I hope my dad won't look for another woman.

Aren slapped Aliya's head again with the palm of her hand, and Aliya only scratched the part that Aren hit.

"Aliya, if it's just like that, it doesn't guarantee that Uncle Revan won't look for another woman." Aren raised her voice slightly.

"So, what should I do next?"

"Oh, Aliya. You are so innocent and innocent. All because Uncle Revan limits her in socializing too much, and she became like this," thought Aren.

"Aliya, listen to me carefully. You have to make Uncle Revan do it. Ah, I mean you have to make Uncle Revan really want you. Not just fondling but doing what he does to women out there. Do you understand, Aliya?"

Aliya just kept quiet. To be honest, she didn't really understand what Aren meant, while Aren could only shake her head repeatedly because he really had run out of language to explain to Aliya. She no longer knew how Aliya could understand what he meant. 'Never mind! It's useless for me to talk at length to this innocent girl,' complained Aren to herself.

That night Aren stayed at Aliya's house, she even showed the girl adult videos while explaining what was happening in the video, hoping that Aliya would understand after seeing the video. Aren is not an innocent girl; at such a young age, she must be willing to become a sugar daddy's mistress in order to fulfill her living needs.

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