Of course Catrina was hot. The girl was built for sin disguised as sweetness — full, heavy tits that strained against her top, a waist narrow enough to grip with both hands while he fucked into her, soft hips that flared into an ass Phei had been consciously not staring at for days.

Her face — that shy, expressive, painfully earnest face — carried a sweetness that made the sinful curves underneath feel like a secret.

Catrina was the kind of secret you unwrapped slowly, savouring every layer because the contrast between the innocent face and the body built for fucking was doing more for his cock than raw curves ever could.

She rivaled Emily in beauty and her body was even more developed...

And Emily rivaled princesses in beauty alone; which put Catrina, on any honest assessment, in a category of beauty that her shy stammering brain had never once permitted her to believe she occupied.

Phei nodded once, slow and certain, then both his hands came down to her waist and his fingers wrapped firm and warm around the narrowest part of her with complete control; he pulled her flush into him with slow, deliberate pressure.

Hip to hip. Stomach to his cock the down to the position of her pussy. His grip was possessive and hot through the fabric, thumbs stroked small, soothing circles just above her hips to steady her while his body made its intentions unmistakably clear.

And that was when stopped pretending she had not been feeling it the entire time:

His cock pressed hard against her stomach, thick and rigid and radiating heat through his trousers.

The sheer size of what she had been feeling made her entire body lock up in a full-length shiver that started at her scalp and didn’t quit until her toes curled in her shoes as more fresh gush of wetness flooded her pussy, soaking her panties as the reality of his cock sank in her mind.

He was hard; genuinely, aggressively, impressively hard, it had turned fabric into an insult and made a girl’s mouth go dry while the rest of her went catastrophically, embarrassingly wet.

She could feel the length of him against her belly, the heat pulsing through layers of cloth with a clarity that was destroying her ability to form sentences:

’Exactly how much of boss there is and exactly how ready it is and exactly what he intended to do to me with this monster if I gave it the chance.’

’Please be gentle, boss.’ she thought. ’It’s my first time.’

Then: ’Actually — maybe don’t be too gentle.’

Then: ’Oh God what is wrong with me.’

Her hands — those shy, trembling, fist-clenched hands — rose slowly and wrapped around his neck.

"I’m not s—"

Phei smiled. Warm and real and that alone was what she knew disarmed women because it carried zero performance.

He kept one hand at her waist, anchoring her, while the other rose to gently stroke her hair back from her face — another small, masterful act of care that told her he was in complete control and she could let go.

"It’s okay. I want you too. And I’m not going to pretend I don’t."

A pause. Then the teasing edge:

"Or are you going to pretend you haven’t been imagining—"

"I have been imagining everything, Boss, for weeks!"

It came out like a dam breaking — every word crashed into the next, her voice small and shaking and completely committed.

"I’ve been imagining and dreaming and fantasising about the day you’d take me since the beginning — since before I understood what I was feeling — since every night I couldn’t sleep because I kept replaying every moment you’d look at me or touch my shoulder or say my name and I — I knew it was wishful thinking because I’m just your fangirl, more or less, and I knew you’d never see me like that, not when you have women around you who are everything and I’m just — I’m just Catrina."

Her fingers tightened behind his neck.

"This trip was an opportunity for me and Lydia; for the first time I saw a real chance. But I’ve been such a coward — I couldn’t make the first move —"

Her voice cracked and pressed her forehead against his chest:

"Thank you for making this easy for me, Boss."

She said everything in a single breath. And when it was finished — when the silence rushed back in — Catrina drew every remaining ounce of courage from whatever terrified place it had been hiding, rose onto her toes, and kissed Phei:

Shy, soft and brief at first — her lips pressed against his mouth for barely a second — warm, trembling, tasting of the lip balm she had been nervously reapplying all evening.

But she didn’t pull away immediately.

Phei let her lead for that first heartbeat, then responded with slow, masterful intent; Phei’s mouth moved against hers in a gentle but undeniable claim, one hand slid up to cradle the back of her head while the other stayed firm at her waist, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

She gasped softly into the kiss and her body melted further against him, her pussy throbbed with fresh wetness as his tongue brushed lightly against her lower lip — not pushing, just offering, giving her the choice while making it clear he was ready to take everything she was willing to give.

She pulled back with a gasp, eyes wide, face crimson, expression caught between triumph and the horrified suspicion that she had just done the bravest thing of her life and it had lasted less time than a sneeze.

Phei looked at her.

"Not bad for a first move."

Then, with teasing warmth:

"Am I going to be the one to take all your firsts, Cat?"

Catrina nodded. No stammer. The nod was serious — grave, weighted with the full understanding of what she was offering.

"My parents are strict. I never took interest in boys before you. None of them were ever — there was never anyone I wanted to —"

She stopped. Looked up at him with those dark, defenceless eyes.

"Please be gentle with me, Boss."

Then she let her head fall against his chest and stayed there. Forehead on his heartbeat. Hands around his neck. His jacket warm on her shoulders. His cock still thick and hard against her stomach, and she could feel it, and he could feel her feeling it, and neither of them mentioned it because some things didn’t need words — they just needed a body pressed against another body and the shared understanding that what was coming next would change both of them.

"I am honored to be your first Catrina~"

Phei’s arms tightened around her with careful, protective strength — one hand stroked slowly down her back in long, soothing passes while the other stayed anchored at her waist.

He could feel every tiny tremble still running through her, every shaky breath, and he adjusted his hold instinctively — giving her more of his warmth, more of his solidity, letting her sink into him completely while his cock throbbed steadily against her stomach as a quiet promise of what was to come.

He could feel how wet she was becoming even through their clothes, the subtle shift of her thighs pressed together, and he filed the information away with masterful control — promising himself he would take his time, make sure she was dripping and ready before he ever pushed inside her.

Phei froze...

...Not from surprise; he had felt this building all day — across the jacket, the staircase, every small brave step she had taken toward him.

He froze because of the weight.

Because Catrina wasn’t seducing him:

’She is surrendering.’

...Handing him her firsts — all of them, everything, the complete unedited catalogue of a girl who had never let anyone this close and was now standing in a hallway with her virginity and her trust and her trembling body pressed against the man she had chosen, asking him to be careful with what she was giving him.

And Phei — who had conquered women, seduced women, made women scream his name in languages he didn’t speak — stood in that golden hallway and felt the weight of this girl’s trust settle onto his shoulders like something sacred he hadn’t asked for and couldn’t put down and wouldn’t dare drop.

Because the man who stopped feeling that weight was the man who no longer deserved to carry it.

His arms tightened further around her — not trapping, but enveloping — his chin rested gently on her head while one hand continued its slow, reassuring strokes down her back. His cock throbbed once against her stomach — a reminder, patient and persistent, that tenderness and hunger were not mutually exclusive and never had been, and that both of them would have their turn tonight.

He could feel how wet she still and he dismissed the information away with masterful control — promising himself he would take his time, make sure she was dripping and ready before he ever pushed inside her.

But for now — for this heartbeat, in this hallway, with this girl breathing against his chest — Phei held Catrina the way she needed to be held.

Carefully.

Completely.

Like she was the most important thing in the building.

’...She is.’