My Godmother’s Secret Circle

I went to an ancient village with my godmother for a girls’ gathering, a gathering of all mature beauties. With limited space in the room, I squeezed onto the same heated brick bed with my godmother and her stunning friends. Late at night, my godmother made a move on me, completely igniting the fuse of madness...

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The moonlight was thin, seeping through the crack in the door.

I held my breath and witnessed the most forbidden, yet most beautiful, sight of my life.

A person sat in a wooden tub.

Steam rose, softly veiling a mature figure.

Her back was to the door, wet hair clinging to her shoulder blades. Water droplets traced paths down her smooth spine.

Each drop seemed to hook my gaze, pulling it downward.

She shifted slightly.

The curve was breathtaking.

A buzzing filled my head, a voice screaming wildly: Push the door open, walk in—

I pinched myself hard.

But at that moment, she turned.

Unobstructed. Fully exposed.

My pupils contracted sharply. I forgot to breathe.

She scooped water from the tub and poured it over the rolling hills of her form.

Water splashed, scattering like glittering shards of diamond.

Then she lifted her face.

It was a face favored by time.

No wrinkles, only a settled, breathtaking allure.

But her eyes were cold, like a frozen lake.

The next second, that icy gaze collided directly with mine.

My entire body stiffened. I turned and ran.

Her name was Sophia Evans.

She was my godmother Charlotte Roscente's best friend.

I heard she used to be an executive in a big city. Later, heartbroken, she retreated to this old village, Willow Creek, to live in seclusion.

Her aura grew colder, her demeanor stranger.

This time, my godmother brought me here, saying it was for a girls' getaway.

Really, it was because I'd just gone through a breakup. She wanted me to unwind.

I rushed back to my room, my heart still pounding wildly.

If Sophia mentioned what just happened—

"What's the rush?"

A lazy voice drifted from the sofa.

I looked up.