Trapped Into The Possessive Desire

Preface "In the depths of darkness they grasp at the faintest glimmer of light." He was lost in her pure fragile warmth. She fell into his possessiveness. He set traps step by step, and she fell deeply day after day. They are all trapped in their passionate desire... 1：First Wet Dream Christopher Yates thought his first love was his junior high school desk mate——Her name is Daicy Turner. Daicy had a kind personality. Her voice sounds gentle and sweet. She was pretty, and had dimples when she smiled. During junior high school, she liked to tie her hair in double ponytails and wore white and pink clothes that made her look dreamy and cute. Meanwhile, Chris Yates was at his worst during junior high school. His parents fought loudly day and night. Almost everyday he couldn't sleep with their arguments ringing in his ears. So he hated reminiscing about that period of time, but he kept flipping through those memories in his mind, searching for any trace of her. His illness was severe back then, and the lack of sleep made him emotionally fragile. The slightest disturbance would make him explode in anger. Sometimes he managed to suppress it, but more often he couldn't control it and snapped at people around him. As a result, he drove away several desk mates. The whole class was afraid of him. The teacher, entrusted by the principal to take special care of him, refused to let him sit alone. The teacher privately asked several classmates if they were willing to be his desk mate, but they all declined. They had seen Chris lose his temper and were too afraid to sit next to him. Finally, the teacher asked Daicy. Daicy nodded and agreed, "Chris is good at studying. I can ask him my questions." The teacher hesitated to send her into the "wild zone" when seeing her innocence and kindness. Worried that she would end up in tears, the teacher asked her to reconsider. But Daicy still didn't refuse. At first, Chris thought Daicy would be a talkative and noisy girl. He didn't have a pleasant appearance towards her. But she was quiet, never touching his sore spots. She spoke softly and often helped him without being asked. Being with her made him feel unusually relieved. That was one summer afternoon. Chris felt relaxed after finishing physical class and sweating, as if all the energy in his body had been used up. He felt content. Back in the classroom, he saw Daicy's figure. She was wearing the school uniform. Her clothes were soaked with sweat from the PE class. The uniform turned almost transparent, tightly clinging to her upper body. She didn't notice him and just focused on her own stuff. Chris slowly approached her and saw the vest she wore under the school uniform. At that time, girls were starting to develop。 They wore vests to cover their budding chests. Occasionally the straps would peek out, serving as proof of their growth. Her vest was a pale yellow color, just like the color of a custard bun. On the back of the vest, there was a small design — a tiny bow. It was simple but incredibly cute. He even noticed the bow tie's left ribbon pressed against the right one on top. Suddenly, his chest filled with annoyance and feeling extremely hot. He stared at her for a few seconds, then looked around to make sure no one else was peeking at her like he was. He walked up to Daicy, lowering his head to ask her, "Aren't you cold?" Daicy was startled by the sudden sound in her ear and her body trembled. When she looked up and saw him, she was surprised. But then she accepted his question and found it strange, "Just finished PE class, so hot..." She touched the sweat on her face and her hand was dripping wet. Chris didn't say anything and just kept staring at her. Then, under her puzzled gaze, his eyes moved down and landed on her shoulder. She also looked down, then found her pale yellow strap fully exposed. She widened her eyes, hastily grabbed her jacket and put it back on. Chris sat back in his seat then hearing her whisper "thank you." He found it funny at the time. He had seen her upper body, and she unexpectedly thanked him. Is she a little silly? That afternoon he was in a good mood, even the most annoying teacher seemed much more pleasing to his eyes. On the way back that day he liked to take a few more glances at anything pale yellow, whether it was flowers or custard cakes in the roadside shops. That night, he had a wet dream. He dreamed of Daicy standing in front of him, undressing herself to naked, holding that pale yellow little vest in her hand. She shyly covered her chest, too afraid to look at him. He said, "Look at me." She raised her soft gaze to look at him. He walked towards her, reaching out to pull her hand away, and two small peaches were nestled on her chest. So cute! He reached out to pinch them, making her groan in pain. So he gently rubbed them with less force. She stopped talking and obediently let him touch her breasts. He was somewhat unsatisfied. So he lowered his head to suck on those two little tips. She screamed lightly and threw her pale yellow vest into his face. He took a deep breath and smelled a strong fragrance like milk mixed with flowers. Before he could remove the vest from his sight, he woke up. His pants were wet. It was the first time he had experienced something like this. He didn't find it disgusting or uncomfortable, despite his cleanliness obsession. Instead, he just stared with his eyes wide open for a long time while savoring the memories in his mind. Frustration churned in his chest. He angrily got up, looking forward to meeting her again while preparing clothes.