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Chapter 1 - The Lost Flower

It was a cloudy tropical winter morning in Mauritius, the kind that made the air heavy and wet, sticking to the skin like sweat. The mountains were wrapped in grey mist, the road slick with last night's rain. The bus groaned and rattled as it climbed higher through the pine forest, each turn flashing glimpses of deep green valleys far below. Inside, the air smelled faintly of perfume and damp clothes, filled with the chatter of college girls on a day trip.

In the middle of the bus sat Nadiya.

Twenty years old. Russian. Blonde. The kind of beauty that could stop a man in mid-sentence. She had the soft, perfect face of an angel, eyes so bright and clear they looked like they had never seen anything filthy. But her body was pure ecstasy. Long, smooth legs that went on forever, poured into tiny frayed denim shorts that barely covered the lower swell of her ass. The kind of ass that made men want to grab it hard, fingers digging into the meat while they slammed into her from behind, forcing her to moan into the pillow.

Her top was a thin white sports vest clinging to her without mercy, no bra underneath, and the chill in the air had her nipples hard enough to push against the fabric like they were begging for a mouth to suck on them. The outline of her tits was perfect, high, round, firm, the kind you'd hold in both hands while driving your cock into her from below.

Her hair was a golden sheet down her back, smooth and silky, catching every flicker of the grey light. Her lips were small, soft, and plump, lips made to wrap around a cock and suck it until it twitched and drained into her throat. They had the kind of natural pout that made a man's mind jump straight to the thought of her on her knees, drool dripping onto her chest while she swallowed every drop he gave her.

But Nadiya wasn't some campus slut. She was faithful. Loyal. She had a boyfriend back in Moscow who she loved, who she had promised to stay true to no matter what. On campus, half the guys stared at her like she was something to be unwrapped and fucked raw, but she never gave them the time of day. She didn't flirt, didn't play games, didn't give any man the satisfaction of thinking he had a chance. Even though her body could make a priest think about breaking his vows, she carried herself like the sweet, untouchable girl she was. She had no idea that every inch of her body was screaming for attention to every man who laid eyes on her.

Her phone buzzed and she pulled it from her pocket. A message lit up the screen. Be safe, my little angel. It made her smile. She typed back in Russian, I miss you, and slid the phone away. It was an all-girls outing, so she preferred to dress comfortably without worrying about who might be looking. That meant tiny frayed denim shorts that rode high on her hips and a thin white top with no bra, the kind of outfit that let her move freely on the trail. She didn't tell him her nipples were hard under a top that would drive any man insane, or that her shorts were the kind you couldn't bend over in without flashing the thong under them. She knew he'd get jealous.

The bus jolted hard and her shorts rode up, showing more bare thigh. She tugged them down, but the movement made her tits bounce under the thin fabric. If a man had been sitting beside her, he would have been staring straight at them, picturing them bouncing like that while he pounded her pussy.

She tried to join a few conversations with the girls around her, but her French and English were poor, and she could barely string a sentence together without fumbling for words. Most of them didn't seem too interested in talking to her anyway. A few gave polite smiles, but others eyed her with thinly veiled jealousy. They all saw the same thing men saw, the blonde Russian with porn-star curves and a face that could sell perfume, the kind of girl who could walk into any bar and have every man hard within minutes. Even if she was sweet and kept to herself, her beauty alone was enough to make other girls hate her.

Outside, the forest thickened, the mist closing in. Her phone buzzed again, a selfie from her boyfriend, shirtless, hair messy from sleep. She felt a small, low ache in her belly. A need she didn't fully

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