All for Her

The Terms of Surrender​

​​​"Really?"

His pale, thin lips, kissed and gently bitten by Yvonne, gradually gained some color. After receiving Sebastian's definitive reply, Yvonne let out a light laugh, reverting to her true nature.

"Sebastian, don't you dare regret this."

"I will never regret you, Yvonne."

Before this, Sebastian had rarely even m*********d. He had always been disciplined and self-restrained, though handling company affairs inevitably meant attending social functions. At such times, Sebastian was always alone. Occasionally, he brought his secretary, but it was always strictly business.

The Rossi parents had chosen him precisely for his character. Unlike the playboys of high society, he didn't indulge in frivolity; hisself-discipline, cool demeanor, and asceticism)perfectly matched the Rossi's ideal image of a son-in-law.

Moreover, the Rossi family had done his family a great favor. So, when they proposed the marriage arrangement, Sebastian readily accepted.

Yet, somehow, perhaps because time was too short or through their interactions, Sebastian came to a clear understanding of his feelings for Yvonne.

He was an old-fashioned, unconventional man. The games Yvonne enjoyed, the ways she liked things, were initially completely foreign and even shocking to him. But he loved Yvonne, he was in love with her. That heart-wrenching pain was something he never wanted to experience again.

So, Sebastian yielded.

The older man's waist wasn't soft, nor was it the most deeply arched, but it was the most obedient and proper.

Watching Sebastian lying prone on the bed, Yvonne almost mistook him for a seasoned player from the scene.

Though untrained, he was unexpectedly alluring. Even with his waist sunk into the soft mattress, the blush on his ears constantly betrayed Sebastian's shyness.

This was Uncle Sebastian's first time. Yvonne licked her lips, her mind already racing with all sorts of novel ideas.

Truth be told, this was her first time seeing Sebastian's body. The older man had a regular fitness routine. His skin wasn't pale but a healthy tan. His muscles were firm, with a defined abdomen—quite the reassuring sight. Aside from his overly tense and serious expression, it was a perfect picture.

Sebastian was a virgin. Yvonne had seen it immediately.

Even though his posture was correct, the trembling of his body gave away his nervousness too soon. So, Yvonne gave a light, exasperated slap on Sebastian's buttocks.

The flesh quivered. The force wasn't great, but a red imprint quickly bloomed on the skin, followed by a suppressed grunt from Uncle Sebastian under her palm.

Quite sexy and rather cute, Yvonne raised an eyebrow.

Sebastian accepted it silently, stealing a glance at Yvonne's appraising gaze before speaking:

"Yvonne, you can do anything to me…"

"Still acting the elder now?" Yvonne teased, then squeezed lube onto her palm. Leaning close to Sebastian's ear, she punished him by nibbling on his earlobe and said casually,

"I know it's your first time. I'll be gentle."

She didn't know where Sebastian had learned about these things, but watching the older man's n*****s harden and his body tremble beneath her, she squeezed the cool lube into him with practiced ease.

The initial entry was awkward; even taking a single knuckle was difficult. But with the help of the lubricant, Sebastian's rear gradually relaxed, his waist softening and sinking lower.

Yvonne patted his buttock, signaling for him to pay attention, then added:

"Embarrassed?"

"……"

Sebastian didn't answer; he was too ashamed. From Yvonne's angle, she could see his bright red ears.

Yvonne tidied herself up before turning her attention to the vibrating phone on the nightstand.

It was Aaron calling. He seemed to have been trying for a while. Yvonne thought about it; she had been too engrossed with Sebastian to notice.

Now that it was over, Yvonne picked up the phone and casually called Aaron back.

"What's up, Aaron?"

"Are you free this weekend?"

"Weekend? Of course."

"Would you like to have dinner at that restaurant from last time?"

"Sure."

…

After finalizing the plans, Yvonne glanced back at Sebastian resting on the bed. She couldn't resist giving his pert backside another slap, watching the skin redden. She then said:

"It looks so good in a suit. Wear one for me next time, okay?"

In Yvonne's impression, Sebastian was the type of man who exercised regularly. He had abs and always paid attention to his health. However, she hadn't expected that her actions that day would be so intense that Sebastian would walk somewhat awkwardly in the following days.

It wasn't just the awkwardness; his body felt heavy and feverish, his head dizzy.

For once, Yvonne didn't see Sebastian go for his morning run. The older man even moved oddly when opening the fridge to get milk. Yvonne initially didn't want to interfere, but the milk was ice cold. After a moment's thought, she rushed over and snatched the carton from Sebastian's hand.

"Can't you drink something warm?"

"……"

Sebastian's hand remained in the air, frozen mid-action. Seeing Yvonne's slightly angry expression, the older man immediately lowered his head, repeatedly saying, "Sorry."

No need for that. It seemed like sleeping with Sebastian had made him stupid. It gave Yvonne a feeling of being a heartless woman. Watching Sebastian clutch his waist with some difficulty, she finally opened the carton of milk she had already warmed and poured it into his cup.

"Are you still uncomfortable?"

She looked at him suspiciously, only to see the older man frowning deeply, as if carefully choosing his words. The next second, he spoke:

"I don't usually drink milk."

Well, her kindness was thrown back in her face!

Yvonne shrugged helplessly, but then heard Sebastian sigh and continue:

"I usually have soy milk in the mornings. I was getting the milk for you. I just wanted to try it."

Pointing at the milk in the cup, Sebastian suddenly leaned down, staring intently at Yvonne before finally mumbling quietly:

"Will you abandon me? Even after doing such things to me…"

"Sebastian, I realize you're so insecure," Yvonne muttered.

Nevertheless, she pushed the cup of milk toward him and instructed carefully:

"Have a good day at work today."