I almost forgot to tell you who I am.
My name is Crown — twenty-four years old, tall, strong, and ordinary in appearance. I'm six foot two, born and raised in Silvertown, one of the richest cities in the Vice Kingdom. My parents are wealthy, respected, and endlessly busy. Being their only child, I grew up with every comfort.
Since childhood, I never lacked anything—except something money could never buy.
Love. But as I slowly grew up. I realised that even after money and toys, there is only one thing which no one gets as per their wish. Those two things are love and body for lust.
As I grew older, I began to understand that wealth fills the house but not the heart. When I learned these things, I was about 18 years old.
At this age, I began to observe all kinds of girls and would observe their bodies. When no girl escaped my attention, I became interested in older women as well.
I observe every girl and woman's figure, appearance, and gait, which would awaken my inner lust. I did not discriminate against any female in terms of their body.
Miko
Miko entered my life long before I understood what friendship meant.
She was the daughter of our housekeeper, the woman who had practically raised me when my parents were away for work. Miko was two years younger than I was. Her mother always brought her along, so we spent our childhood together—playing, running through the garden, sharing food, arguing, and laughing.
She became my first true friend.
My mother respected her mother deeply, and in our house there was never any question of status or difference. That's why I never saw Miko as the maid's daughter. She was simply Miko—bright, kind, and full of life.
We grew up side by side until fate decided to test us.
When I was sixteen and she was fourteen, Miko's uncle in a distant village fell seriously ill. Her mother sent her to care for him.
The day she left is still carved in my memory. She stood at the door with tears in her eyes and said softly, "We'll meet again, Crown."
I tried to smile, but my throat tightened.
I didn't know that simple promise would echo in my heart for years.
The Years Apart
After she left, the house felt hollow. I missed the noise, the laughter, the warmth. My parents noticed and sent me to a boarding school, hoping it would keep me busy.
Life there was strict and full of competition. Surrounded only by boys, I slowly forgot the sound of Miko's laughter. Time hardened me; the loneliness became normal. Two years later, I graduated and entered Royal College—one of the best in the kingdom.
College life was another world. Freedom, friends, deadlines, chaos—it was exciting. I learned to live independently, to chase goals, to hide emotions. Yet sometimes, in the quiet of night, I caught myself remembering her smile. I'd tell myself it was just nostalgia and move on.
A Sudden Message
Two years passed quickly.
Then one morning, I received a message from home: Father was sick.
My heart sank. The thought of losing him terrified me. I finished my exams and boarded the first train home. The journey felt endless. Outside the window, cities blurred by, and inside me, a storm of worry kept rising.
I was very worried about my dad, but lust was raging in the other part of my brain. Because of this, I started staring at the juicy lips, round breasts, and wide hips of every female I saw during this trip.
When I finally reached Silvertown, I rushed straight into our house, calling for my parents. What I saw left me speechless—my father was dancing with my mother in the living room!
For a second I just stood there, stunned. Then I laughed. Relief washed through me, warm and heavy. Dad was fine—completely fine. We laughed together, hugged tightly, and talked for hours. After so long, we felt like a family again.
Mom told me to freshen up while she prepared dinner. I smiled, still light-headed with joy, and went to my room.
The Reunion
After a shower, I stepped out of the bathroom, towel in hand. I suddenly bumped into someone and fell on top of her. I found my face trapped between soft, delicate balloons, and the scent of her body was driving me crazy. I couldn't seem to get off her.
The girl asked me to get up, so I got up even though I didn't want to.
And then I looked up.
For a heartbeat, everything stopped.
It was Miko.
Her name slipped from my lips before I could think. "Miko…?"
She blinked, then smiled—a smile I hadn't seen in years. "You could have greeted me without bumping into me, you know," she teased.
That voice. That warmth. It felt as if time itself had paused.
I stood there, trying to believe she was real. She looked so different now—older, graceful, yet still carrying the same spark in her eyes. Her presence filled the corridor like sunlight after rain.
"When did you come back?" I asked finally.
"It's been a month," she said softly. "Mom wasn't keeping well, so we returned. I'm helping her around the house again."
Her words sank in slowly. Miko—here, again, under the same roof.
I couldn't hide my happiness.
I asked about her mother. She told me she was fine now, just tired and taking rest. The worry on my face eased, replaced by relief. Without even realizing it, I stepped forward and pulled Miko into a hug.
For a second, she froze in surprise, then her hands rested lightly on my back. The world seemed to fall silent around us. Years of distance disappeared in that brief moment.
When I finally stepped back, she smiled shyly. "You still hug too tight," she said.
I laughed. "And you still complain too much."
The air between us filled with quiet laughter—the kind that only old friends share.
Old Memories, New Feelings
That night, lying in my bed, sleep wouldn't come.
I kept thinking about her—the little girl who once chased butterflies in our garden now standing across the hallway as a grown woman.
Everything felt different, yet strangely familiar.
The way she spoke, the calm in her eyes—it pulled me back to a time when life was simpler.
Was this just nostalgia? Or was fate trying to remind me of something I had buried long ago?
I didn't know. All I knew was that her presence stirred something inside me that I hadn't felt in years. Maybe it was affection, maybe curiosity, maybe both.
I smiled to myself. So, Miko… you're really back.
Outside, Silvertown shimmered in the moonlight. Somewhere in that glowing city, new stories were waiting to begin.
And deep in my heart, I knew this was just the start.
Fate had brought us together again—perhaps to heal old memories, or perhaps to write an entirely new chapter.
To Be Continued