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Chapter 10 - Chapter 6: Starfire’s Hidden Flame

TrueFace's Voice

I'm fifteen now, striding through the Kingdom of Whispering Winds, my heart a comet blazing with dreams. The holidays left me burning—Princess Monaa's curves, swaying in that nightdress, her warmth pressed against me in that dark shelf; Vanilla's teasing laugh, her skirt clinging like a spell; Maya's radiant grace, her silhouette a constellation under the banyan trees. I missed them, their fire lingering in my chest like Veloria's stars. The carved box from Periyamma, my mother's elder sister, sits in my bag, its starry etchings pulsing, whispering secrets nobody knows—not even that I'm a grandson of the Kingdom of Joy, my blood tied to a throne the common folk dream I'll claim, a king to lift the poorest.

The high school campus buzzes, autumn's golden light dancing on the cobblestones. Girls' eyes follow me, their whispers a melody—some thin, gorgeous like delicate starlight, others with curves that bloom like forbidden flowers. I feel their gazes, my chest swelling, my stride bolder. I'm no boy anymore; I'm handsome, they say, my shoulders broad, my eyes alight with starfire. But it's the lady teachers who stop my breath—chubby, radiant, like models carved from moonlight. Their curves, full and inviting, stir a heat I can't name, a longing to taste their beauty, to drink in their presence like nectar from Veloria's rivers.

The first bell rings, sharp and urgent. I rush through the courtyard, my heart pounding, needing to reach class before the second bell—teacher's time. I pray Mrs. Baby Lizzy's my homeroom teacher, her twilight eyes and lavender scent haunting my dreams. I slip into the classroom, students chattering, and take my seat, my bag heavy with the carved box. The door opens, and my breath catches—not Lizzy, but Ms. Layla Rose, my old primary teacher, striding in like a storm.

"Class, settle down," Ms. Layla says, her voice a velvet whip, softer than I remember. She's older now, maybe forty, her figure a breathtaking 38-32-36, curves outlined in a flowing dress that clings like a Velorian spell. Her eyes, sharp as obsidian, find me, and a smile curves her lips. "Luci, how are you? It's been ages."

The class turns, eyes wide. Luci? My heart thuds, a comet streaking through my chest. She starts attendance, her voice steady. "Zeus Lucifer Joy."

I stand, my voice firm despite the heat in my cheeks. "Present, ma'am."

Gasps ripple through the room. Zeus Lucifer Joy—a prince of the Kingdom of Joy, a new transfer student they didn't know carried royal blood. Their stares burn, but I meet Ms. Layla's gaze, her smile a spark that sets my soul ablaze. The common folk whisper I'm the gentleman among my cousins, destined to be king, but here, I'm just TrueFace, my starfire hidden, burning for truths I can't yet grasp.

Ms. Layla's transformation stuns me. In primary school, she was a storm, shouting over undone homework, her ruler a scepter of discipline. Now, her curves sway like a river under moonlight, her dress hugging her juicy form, stirring a heat I can't control. I want to drink in her beauty, to let my gaze linger on her full breasts, a forbidden melody that pulls at my soul. Why isn't Mrs. Baby Lizzy here? Her lavender scent, her gentle touch—they haunt me. Classmates whisper she's teaching another section, and my heart sinks, but Layla's presence fills the void, her eyes a spell that binds me.

"Zeus, focus," Layla says, her voice a teasing breeze, catching me staring. I flush, my pen scratching Velorian tales in my notebook—Kael, my mirror, gazing at a star-weaver whose curves are a constellation, her touch a spark. The class hums with math, but my mind drifts to the holidays: Monaa's warmth in that dark shelf, her breath a sigh against my cheek; Vanilla's giggle, her skirt a tease; Maya's dance, her silhouette a flame. They're not here, but their starfire lingers, woven into my dreams.

The bell rings, and we spill into the courtyard for lunch. Girls cluster, their eyes on me, whispering about Zeus Lucifer Joy. "A prince?" one says, her figure slim, her smile shy. Another, curvier, tosses her hair, her gaze bold. I grin, my heart racing, but it's the teachers who draw me—chubby, radiant, their curves a song I want to sing. I spot Mrs. Baby Lizzy across the yard, her dress flowing, her twilight eyes catching mine. My breath hitches, a starfire surging, and I imagine her in Veloria, a queen whose touch lights my soul.

"Hey, TrueFace!" a classmate, Ravi, calls, tossing a ball. "Join the game!" I dive into the chaos, laughter ringing, my body alive with the fun of high school. We play a stone hand game, Monaa's favorite, and I feel her absence, her curves a memory that burns. But Lizzy's watching, her smile a velvet spark, and I toss the stones with flair, earning cheers. "Zeus, you're a natural!" Ravi laughs, and I wonder—does he see the prince, or just me?

Mrs. Baby Lizzy's Voice

I watch TrueFace—no, Zeus Lucifer Joy—his laughter lighting the courtyard like a star. At fifteen, he's no longer the boy I glimpsed last term; his shoulders are broader, his eyes deeper, a fire burning beneath his smile. The girls see it, their gazes lingering, but it's his glance at me that sends a shiver through my veins, his starfire meeting my twilight. I adjust my dress, its fabric clinging to my curves, and step closer, my lavender scent trailing. "Zeus, you're quite the showman," I say, my voice a soft tease, watching his cheeks flush.

"Mrs. Lizzy," he murmurs, his voice low, "just playing." His eyes linger, a spark dancing in them, and I feel a warmth, a forbidden melody. I'm his teacher, yet his gaze weaves a spell, my heart a Velorian grove where starlight blooms. "Keep that energy for class," I say, my fingers brushing his shoulder as I pass, a fleeting touch that leaves me breathless. He's a prince, they whisper, but to me, he's TrueFace, his hidden flame calling to mine.

TrueFace's Voice

Her touch is a comet, streaking through my soul. Mrs. Lizzy's curves, full and soft, are a vision I want to drink, her breasts a melody I long to taste, my thoughts a whirlwind of Veloria. I blush, joining the game, but her lavender scent lingers, a spell that pulls me toward her. The carved box in my bag hums, its starry etchings pulsing, and I feel the Scroll of Truth calling, a destiny tied to my name—Zeus Lucifer Joy. Why did Ms. Layla call me Luci? It's a spark from my past, a secret unveiled, but it's Lizzy's gaze that sets my heart ablaze.

The festival approaches, a night of music and stories, and I'm chosen for the storytelling contest. My classmates buzz, knowing my name now, their whispers a mix of awe and envy. "Zeus, tell us a tale!" Ravi urges, and I nod, my pen ready to weave Veloria. I see Ms. Layla in class, her curves a storm of beauty, her voice softer now, guiding us through equations. "Luci, stay focused," she says, her smile a spark, and I wonder—does she see the prince, or the boy who once feared her ruler?

In class, Ms. Layla's dress clings to her 38-32-36 figure, her movements a dance that stirs my starfire. I want to drink in her beauty, to let my eyes trace her curves, her breasts a forbidden song. But it's Mrs. Lizzy I crave, her absence a hollow ache. I hear she's in another section, and my heart twists, longing for her twilight eyes. I write, my notebook filling with Kael and Liora, a star-weaver joining them—Lizzy, her touch a flame that lights Kael's path. The carved box hums, its glow a whisper of the Scroll of Truth, urging me to rise.

The festival night arrives, lanterns glowing like Veloria's stars. I stand on the stage, my heart pounding, the crowd a sea of faces. Monaa's there, her nightdress swaying, her yellowish-brown skin radiant, her curves a memory that burns. Vanilla's giggle echoes, her skirt a tease, and Maya's smile is a spark across the yard. But it's Mrs. Lizzy I see, her dress hugging her chubby form, her twilight eyes locked on mine. "Zeus, share your truth," she whispers from the crowd, her voice a velvet spell, and my body trembles, a starfire surging.

"I'm Zeus Lucifer Joy," I declare, my voice steady, the crowd gasping. "But you know me as TrueFace." I weave a Velorian tale—Kael, born under a star-shower, facing a shadow-beast, Liora's hand in his, a star-weaver's touch guiding him. The words flow, my heart a comet, and I see Lizzy's smile, her curves a constellation that lights my soul. "This is my truth," I say, "a Starborn's dream to chase the stars."

Mrs. Baby Lizzy's Voice

Zeus—no, TrueFace—stands tall, his voice a melody that weaves through the festival. His tale of Veloria, of Kael and Liora, burns with a fire I feel in my chest, his eyes finding mine in the crowd. I'm drawn to him, his starfire calling to my twilight, his youth a spark that stirs a forbidden warmth. My dress clings to my curves, my lavender scent trailing as I move closer, my heart racing. "Beautiful, TrueFace," I say after his tale, my fingers brushing his hand, a touch that sends a shiver through us both. "Your truth lights the stars."

TrueFace's Voice

Her touch is a spark, her lavender scent a spell that wraps around my heart. I want to drink in her beauty, her chubby form a Velorian queen, her breasts a melody I long to taste. The crowd cheers, but I see only Lizzy, her twilight eyes a flame that sets my soul ablaze. Monaa claps, her curves swaying, and Vanilla's giggle pulls at me, but it's Lizzy's presence that consumes me, a steamy heat I can't control.

Later, in the quiet of my room, the carved box glows, its starry etchings pulsing. I open it, finding Periyamma's scroll, its words shimmering: "The Starborn's flame unveils the truth." A vision floods my mind—a temple of stars, the Scroll of Truth glowing, guarded by a star-weaver with Lizzy's eyes. I write, my pen racing—Kael faces a trial, Liora's hand in his, a star-weaver's touch a spark. Monaa, Vanilla, Maya—they weave into my tale, but Lizzy is the flame, her curves a constellation guiding me.

The next day, I'm back in class, Ms. Layla's curves a storm that stirs my starfire. She's softer now, her smile a spark, but I long for Lizzy. I spot her in the hall, her dress clinging, her twilight eyes catching mine. "Zeus, your story was magic," she says, her voice a seductive breeze, her hand brushing my arm. My body trembles, a heat surging, and I imagine her in Veloria, her touch a flame that lights my path.

The courtyard buzzes with games, and I join, tossing stones with Ravi, my heart light with fun. Girls watch, their figures a tapestry—slim, curvy, gorgeous—but it's Lizzy's presence that pulls me. She oversees the game, her chubby form a vision, her breasts a song I want to sing. I toss a stone, earning her nod, and my heart soars, a comet streaking through Veloria. Monaa's memory lingers, her nightdress swaying, but Lizzy's twilight eyes are my truth, a steamy spell that binds me.

The carved box hums, its glow filling my room. I write, Kael facing a temple door, Liora and the star-weaver at his side, their flames lighting the Scroll of Truth. A mysterious girl appears in my vision, her eyes like twin moons, a challenge to my dreams. I'm Zeus Lucifer Joy, the Starborn, my hidden flame unveiled, ready to chase the stars.

Hint for Chapter 7: Starfire's Rekindled Heart

TrueFace, 15, steps from Ms. Layla's class into Mrs. Baby Lizzy's technology session, his heart ablaze with starfire. Her saree clings to her curves, the blouse framing her form like a Velorian spell, igniting a longing in every boy's gaze. Her twilight eyes meet his, a seductive spark rekindling their bond, drawing him deeper into a world of dreams and truths.

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