At seven o'clock that evening, the London autumn sky had already darkened like a thick black velvet curtain, with not a single star visible due to the dense fog enveloping the entire city. Only the faint yellow glow of gas lamps from the ornate iron lampposts in the garden behind St. Mary's Church mingled with the warm, flickering red flames of the bonfire, cutting through the bone-chilling autumn wind.
The freshman welcoming camping event unfolded in an atmosphere that was both casual and solemnly characteristic of the prestigious Catholic school: long tables covered with pristine white tablecloths were neatly arranged in rows beneath the towering ancient oak trees. On the tables lay an array of fragrant grilled dishes—large, glistening British sausages with fat dripping onto the glowing coals, herb-marinated beef grilled with a spicy black pepper aroma, cheese-stuffed bread with melted cheese stretching in long, shiny strands under the firelight, fresh and crunchy vegetable salad dressed with pure olive oil and balsamic vinegar, buttery mashed potatoes sprinkled with fresh green chives, and a few bottles of light red wine permitted by the school supervisors in moderate amounts, each glass filled to less than one-third to prevent students from getting too drunk.
Acoustic music from two senior girls playing guitar and singing soft ballads echoed throughout the rose garden—English roses closing their petals against the cold, releasing a sweet fragrance mixed with the scent of pinewood smoke from the bonfire and the damp, earthy smell of fallen autumn leaves underfoot. Hundreds of students in light outdoor attire gathered in small groups, their soft laughter blending with the crackling of the fire, the rustle of wind through golden leaves, and the distant sound of the church organ like a hidden hymn reminding everyone of humility.
Ami and Rie entered the party area at exactly 7:15 PM. The two sisters had changed out of their school uniforms into more elegant outdoor attire: light gray wool dresses that reached just past the knees and hugged their slim waists, paired with thin cream-colored knit cardigans trimmed with delicate French lace, and their hair neatly tied up with white ribbons. Rie looked especially radiant under the flickering bonfire light—her cheeks flushed rosy from the chilly air, her full, rounded breasts rising and falling gently beneath the thin wool layer, her small nipples unconsciously hardening into two distinct points visible through the fabric, trembling with each breath. Her long, smooth legs glided lightly over the damp grass, white thigh-high socks clinging tightly to her milk-white skin, drawing quite a few furtive glances from senior students toward Rie—peeking at the deep cleavage and her round, firm buttocks whenever she bent down.
Ami—with the soul of Nguyễn Hoàng Kim Long inside—simply smiled gently on Ami Nonomura's delicate face, her dark brown eyes flashing with sharp, blade-like vigilance, ready to cut off any ill intentions.
From the very first second the two sisters appeared, Midori Takahashi and Naomi Thompson approached like two she-wolves that had caught the scent of delicious prey. Midori wore a slightly tighter wool dress that accentuated her mature, full hips, her short black layered hair fluttering lightly in the wind. Naomi let her long, softly curled brown hair fall over her shoulders; her delicate Eurasian features carried a mixed allure, and her amber-brown eyes swept over Rie's body discreetly yet full of desire, lingering longer on the deep cleavage and round buttocks when Rie bowed in greeting.
"Rie, Ami! You two are here. I've been waiting for you," Midori said in a voice as sweet as honey, her hand "accidentally" resting on Rie's shoulder, fingers lightly tracing along the collarbone before sliding down a bit and withdrawing. "Try this light wine, it'll warm you up nicely in this London weather. Let me pour it for you—I'll take care of you."
Naomi immediately chimed in, letting out a lewd giggle as her body pressed closer to Rie than necessary while holding the wine bottle to pour into the glass: Naomi's breasts lightly pressed against Rie's arm, her hot breath blowing directly into Rie's ear, carrying the scent of expensive perfume. "You're so beautiful, Rie. With skin this fair and pink, even in uniform you made us seniors turn our heads all morning. Dance with me tonight, okay? I'll teach you the classic royal English waltz—you'll love it… I'll hold you really close."
Long, inside Ami's body, clearly sensed the intentions of the two senior girls. The way Midori glanced down at Rie's cleavage every time she bent over to get food from the table—the hungry look impossible to hide, as if wanting to devour her. The way Naomi "accidentally" placed her hand on Rie's waist while leading her for a walk around the bonfire, fingers pressing subtly deeper into the thin wool as if wanting to caress the skin beneath… All of it was sophisticated same-sex seduction tactics, typical of the closed all-girls dormitory environment where suppressed desires had to find covert ways to explode.
Rie, with her pure and innocent nature like an untouched rose, simply smiled brightly and replied in a clear voice: "Yes, Sister Midori, Sister Naomi, you're so kind. I'm not very good at dancing yet—please lead me."
Ami immediately intervened at that moment, her voice clear yet firm with no room for argument. She grasped Rie's hand tightly and pulled her gently toward herself, fingers squeezing hard as if asserting absolute ownership. "Sister Rie, I want to dance with you first. Let's try a slow dance—I'll follow your lead. I'm a bit cold and just want to stay close to you… Please don't go with anyone else." She pulled Rie straight to the wide grassy area in front of the bonfire, where several pairs of female students were gently swaying to the soft acoustic melody. Ami wrapped her arms around Rie's waist tighter than usual, pressing her small breasts firmly against Rie's full, rounded ones, clearly feeling their soft elasticity, the warmth spreading through the thin wool, and Rie's quickening heartbeat. She whispered into Rie's ear, her breath hot: "Don't go far from me, okay? I'm cold tonight and just want to stay close to you… You're mine, so don't let anyone else touch you."
Rie blushed lightly and smiled innocently: "Mm, I want to stay by your side too." The two sisters swayed slowly, bodies entwined in the gentle melody, Rie's hips swaying lightly with the rhythm so that her round buttocks brushed softly against Ami's thighs. Long savored the moment so intensely that Ami's small pussy twitched slightly, a bit of hot nectar leaking out and soaking into her thin silk panties.
Midori and Naomi were not so easily deterred. Throughout the nearly three-hour party, the two seniors continuously tried to approach Rie like flies drawn to honey, not missing any opportunity. First, Midori invited Rie to try the grilled beef right at the table, pressing her body against Rie from behind, breasts pushing into her back, whispering praises directly into her ear: "You smell so nice… Is that the scent of English roses? I can't get enough of it—I want to smell it even closer." Ami appeared instantly, slipping between them with a polite smile but a sharp, cutting voice: "Sister Rie, I got you this hot sausage—eat it before it gets cold. I think you're getting cold; come back near the fire with me." Ami's hand pulled Rie back toward the bonfire, denying Midori even a single extra touch.
The second time, Naomi pulled Rie into a darker corner near the ancient oak trees, pretending to show her a late-blooming rose still covered in dew. Her fingers "accidentally" stroked the back of Rie's hand then slid up to her wrist, her thirsty eyes glancing down at the heaving cleavage. "Rie, your skin is so soft… I want… just to touch it a little," Naomi whispered shakily. Ami appeared again like a ghost, her voice genuinely concerned yet full of warning: "Sister Rie, I think you're getting cold—let's go back near the fire. I'm worried the wind will blow on you, and you might get drunk too. Let me hug you back." She wrapped an arm around Rie's waist and pulled her away, her dark brown eyes shooting Naomi a cold, warning glance, her hand gripping Rie's waist tightly as if declaring "don't even think about it."
The third time, when Rie stood near the drinks table, Midori and Naomi approached together—one from the left, one from the right. Midori stroked Rie's hair lightly while Naomi placed a hand on her hip. "Let us take you for a walk—we know a beautiful spot," Midori smiled. Ami immediately stepped in, grabbing Rie's hand and pulling her close to her own chest: "Sister Rie, I want to keep dancing with you. This song is so nice—dance with me. You seniors don't need to worry; I can take care of my sister." She pulled Rie back to the grassy area once more, hugging her tighter and whispering: "Don't trust those two—I'm enough for you."
Rie noticed nothing at all, simply smiling brightly with joy: "Sister Midori and Sister Naomi are so kind, always helping the new students like this." Ami smiled too, but inside, Long growled savagely: "You want to gnaw on my sister? Dream on. Rie is mine—from this fair pink skin, from these full round breasts, from this untouched virgin pink pussy, to every moan she'll make later when I really fuck her. I already died once for lust; this time I won't let anyone steal the most delicious prey."
The party lasted until nearly ten o'clock at night. Rie began to feel lightly drunk after her second glass of wine—her face flushed red like ripe persimmon, eyes half-closed and glistening, steps slightly unsteady on the grass, giggling more than usual. Her body felt hot, a light sweat soaking through the thin wool dress and making the fabric cling to her skin. Her full breasts heaved more noticeably, nipples clearly hardened through the material. Ami quickly supported her cousin with both hands, wrapping them around her slim waist and holding her tightly, her voice worried yet full of hidden intent: "You're drunk, Sister. Let me take you back to the dormitory. We have early classes tomorrow—don't drink anymore."
Midori and Naomi tried one last time to intervene: "Let us take Rie back. You're still young, Ami. We'll walk her to her room safely." Naomi even reached out to support Rie's shoulder. But Ami shook her head firmly, her hand gripping Rie's waist so tightly that her fingers pressed deep into the wool, pulling her cousin close against her chest: "No need. We're blood sisters after all. Thank you for today, seniors—have a good night." Ami supported Rie as they left the garden under the dying bonfire light, leaving Midori and Naomi standing there watching with undisguised regret and hunger in their eyes.
Rie leaned completely on Ami's shoulder, her body burning hot from the alcohol, her breath carrying the sweet scent of wine mixed with warm skin: "Ami… I feel dizzy… Help me walk… I'm so tired…" Rie's steps staggered, her wool dress riding up to reveal her smooth, milk-white thighs, forcing Ami to hold her even tighter. Ami's hand accidentally brushed over her cousin's hip and felt the heat radiating from her pussy.
Back in their small, cozy dormitory room on the second floor—a room with two single beds placed close together, a polished ebony study desk, and soft golden lamplight—Ami carefully closed the door, locked it with two turns, and drew the thick curtains so no outside eyes could see in. Rie staggered and plopped down onto her single bed, cheeks flushed deep red from the wine, eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open as she panted: "It's so hot… I want to change into my nightclothes… Help me, Ami…"
Ami helped her cousin undress gently but with Long's dark intentions. She slowly unbuttoned Rie's wool vest, her slender fingers gliding over the thin layer, caressing the burning-hot skin beneath. Then she pulled the sweat-damp white blouse up over Rie's head slowly, letting the full, rounded breasts spring free completely under the light—two plump, milk-white orbs, flawless smooth skin, small pink nipples already stiff from the cold and alcohol, trembling with each heavy breath. Rie now wore only a thin cream-colored lace panty, her long smooth legs stretched out on the pristine white bedsheet, her virgin pink pussy faintly visible through the sheer lace, the wet, glistening edges of her folds, and the thin, translucent hymen still perfectly intact, twitching with each spasm caused by the alcohol.
"Lie on your side, Sister. Let me wipe you clean," Ami whispered in a sweet yet slightly hoarse voice from lust. Long inside her burned like wildfire. She took a warm towel from the basin of hot water she had prepared, starting to wipe from Rie's neck down to her chest. Her slender hands caressed the two full breasts, squeezing gently at first then harder, fingers circling the nipples, pinching lightly, pulling and releasing, making Rie moan softly in her drunken state: "Mmm… Ami… what are you touching… it tickles… I feel so strange… my whole body is burning…"
Ami didn't stop. She lay close to Rie on the narrow single bed, her slender body pressing fully against her cousin's voluptuous figure, hot skin sticking together, breasts against breasts. One hand continued fondling Rie's breasts, squeezing harder, thumb and index finger twisting the pink nipples until they hardened like tiny pebbles, pulling and releasing with soft "chup chup" sounds from Ami's drooling saliva. The other hand slid down Rie's flat, smooth belly and straight into the hot, wet pussy. Her middle finger gently rubbed the swollen clitoris, moving in slow, steady circles, pressing lightly then releasing, clearly feeling the thick, hot, clear nectar beginning to leak out and soak her fingertip, stretching into sticky strands between her fingers.
"Sister… I want to make you feel good… You're so innocent… Your pussy is already wet," Ami whispered in Long's deep, masculine hoarse voice, leaning down to take one of Rie's nipples into her mouth, sucking hard like a hungry child, tongue swirling around the tip, slurping noisily, teeth gently nibbling the soft breast flesh and making it tremble. The other hand moved to the second nipple, sucking harder, tongue licking nonstop. Rie moaned louder in her drunken haze, hips unconsciously bucking upward: "A… Ami… it feels so strange… hot… I… mmm… it feels so good… suck harder… please… don't stop…"
Long skillfully increased the pace, prolonging the pleasure to the peak. Her middle finger gently pushed into the outer edge of Rie's pussy (still not breaking the hymen), twisting deeper, rubbing the G-spot inside the spasming pink flesh, while her thumb pressed firmly on the clitoris, rubbing faster in rapid circles. Ami's other hand slipped down to her own small, already soaking pussy—her middle finger thrusting quickly inside, rubbing her own G-spot hard, thumb pressing her own clit. The two sisters lay tightly entwined, skin rubbing wetly, the lewd "chup chup chup" sounds echoing softly but continuously in the quiet dormitory room, the thick scent of female nectar filling the air.
Pleasure surged like an unstoppable tide. Rie trembled violently all over, eyes slightly rolling back in her drunken state, mouth open as she moaned brokenly: "I… I'm cumming… cumming… aaaahhh!!! It feels so good… my pussy is burning… Ami… Ami!!! My juices are squirting!!!" A hot stream of nectar gushed from Rie's pussy like a fountain, soaking Ami's hand, Rie's thighs, and the bedsheet into a large glistening puddle. Rie's body convulsed in waves, buttocks arching upward, nipples twitching in Ami's mouth as more small spurts continued to spray out.
Ami reached climax right after, her slender body shaking violently. She bit down on Rie's shoulder to stifle her hoarse moans: "Sister… I'm cumming too… cumming with you!!! Aaahhh!!! My pussy is squirting along with yours!!!" Ami's nectar poured out forcefully, soaking her own thighs and the bedsheet, mixing with Rie's juices into a thick, lewd scent that drenched everything.
Both lay panting for a long time, bodies entwined and slick with sweat and fluids. Ami carefully wiped the nectar from Rie's body and her own with the warm towel, inch by inch, caressing gently as if handling a precious treasure. She changed Rie into a fresh thin pair of panties and pulled the silk blanket up to her chin. Rie fell into a deep sleep immediately afterward, her innocent face still flushed from the wine and lingering pleasure, mouth slightly open as she breathed evenly, body occasionally twitching with aftershocks.
Ami cleaned the room more thoroughly than ever: she changed the entire bedsheet to a fresh, spotless one, wiped the floor until it was spotless with no trace of liquid, cracked the window open to let the chilly London air in and dispel the lingering lewd scent, then neatly arranged the clothes. Once finished, she sat at the study desk, picked up the landline phone in the dormitory room, and dialed Tokyo.
"Dad, it's Ami," her voice was sweet but carried Long's cold, sharp intent. "Sister Rie and I have settled in at school. But I need to ask you for a favor… Two seniors named Midori Takahashi and Naomi Thompson. I noticed they seem… strange around Sister Rie. Please help me investigate their backgrounds, families, and any information about them—the more detailed, the better. I'm really worried about Sister Rie."
Mr. Nonomura on the other end nodded, his voice deep and authoritative: "I'll have someone handle it first thing tomorrow morning. Take care of your health and look after your sister well. I'm proud of you."
Ami hung up the phone and smiled coldly in the darkness of the dormitory room. Her lust for Rie had only just begun—and those two senior shadows… would not easily touch what was "hers." The chilly London night drifted past the window, but inside the small cozy room, the sick, obsessive flame of Nguyễn Hoàng Kim Long's desire burned stronger than ever, ready to incinerate anything that stood in its way.