Chapter 87: Fireworks

Monica and Steven's first New Year's Eve together after getting together was not as relaxed and enjoyable as they had imagined.
In the brightly lit the Perez family villa, Steven, who was visiting for the second time, stood politely in the living room and greeted Mr. Perez and Mrs. Perez.
Mr. Perez gave him a smirk and patted him on the shoulder, his face full of appreciation, as if he already considered him as his son-in-law, casually asking him about his Mahjong skills. Mrs. Perez only nodded lightly in response, her face still showing a calm expression that was hard to decipher.
It was supposed to be a lively night, but the air was filled with an atmosphere that made Monica nervous and uneasy.
Mrs. Perez scanned Steven up and down with her gaze for a while, then turned around and called Steven to go upstairs to the study with her.
This meant that she wanted to talk to him alone.
Steven complied, and Monica wanted to follow, but Mrs. Perez stopped her, saying, "Are you afraid that I'll eat him?"
She dragged her words, speaking in a spoiled tone, "Mom..."
Mrs. Perez pretended to be angry and bent her finger to tap her daughter's forehead, somewhat upset that she wasn't becoming more assertive, "Mom is doing this for your own good. The wife's family should be a bit more dominant, so he won't dare to bully you in the future."
Monica covered her forehead and said, "Oh," Steven turned around and nodded gently at her to reassure her, then the study door slowly closed, completely cutting off their conversation.
Monica returned to the living room, where the TV was playing the pre-show program for the Spring Festival Gala, with continuous laughter and joy. Although she stared at the screen, her thoughts were always in the study on the second floor.
Mrs. Perez's performance requirements that she mentioned earlier.
Please, Steven not only successfully completed the task, but also exceeded expectations by a lot.
During this period, Monica lived with him and witnessed firsthand how much effort he put into it.
Despite being busy with work, he never neglected her feelings and always treated her with care, never letting her feel wronged.
Now, Mom should be satisfied, right?
Monica leaned back on the couch, lost in thought, when suddenly a beautiful hand appeared before her, playfully snapping its fingers, "Bored? If you're bored, come help."
"No way." Monica hugged her pillow tightly. "It's the same every year. They ask me to help in the kitchen, only to complain later that I'm clumsy and kick me out."
Eric stood behind her, looking down at her with a smile. "Steven is such a great cook. You've been living with him for so long, and you haven't learned anything?"
At the mention of this, Monica's eyes brightened. "Well, maybe I have."
Half an hour later, Eric couldn't stand it anymore and threw Monica out of the kitchen.
"Only Steven can make this taste good."
"It's because you're too picky!" Monica was annoyed. "Dad said it's delicious too!"
Mr. Perez indulged his daughter just as much. "Indeed, it's very delicious."
"Fine." Eric raised his hands in surrender. "You guys outnumber me, and I'm at the bottom of the food chain. I give up."
While the three of them were laughing and joking in the kitchen, footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs.
Monica quickly peeked out to see Mrs. Perez walking down the stairs with grace, her expression much softer than before she entered the study.
Steven followed closely behind, his footsteps neither hurried nor slow.
She walked up to him wanting to ask about the results, but didn't want to appear too eager in front of Mrs. Perez. So she pretended to be calm and walked slowly to Steven's side.
Mrs. Perez had seen through it at a glance and only said, "Dinner will be served soon."
After speaking, she walked past them, leaving them alone.
Seeing her mother walk away, Monica anxiously pulled at Steven's sleeve. "How did it go?"
Steven took out a thick red envelope from his pocket, and she paused for a moment. "This is..."
"It's from Auntie." He hugged her tightly, his chin against the top of her head, his voice filled with laughter.
As parents, it was a custom in Siena to give a red envelope as a gift when their daughter brought a boyfriend home.
And the fact that Mrs. Perez was willing to do this at least meant that she approved of Steven.
Monica was overwhelmed with joy as she glanced at the red envelope and raised her head to ask, "What did you talk about?"
"Just some work-related matters and some personal things." Steven said, "She didn't make things difficult for me, so don't worry."
She kissed him on the chin. "I knew you could do it, my amazing husband."
He lowered his head and cupped her face, kissing her passionately.
Of course, Mrs. Perez and him didn't just have a simple conversation. He did perform well this year, but it was just the beginning. Mrs. Perez required him to use all his assets as a guarantee, and make a promise to never betray Monica, to never let her down with her feelings.
"But Monica doesn't need to know all this, because that day will never come."
After a lively New Year's dinner, Monica led Steven upstairs and into a room.
It was the first time Steven found out that she had a special room where she stored gifts from other people.
Monica searched for a while and hugged a few boxes in her arms. "I found them all - the birthday gifts you've given me over the past few years."
She felt a little guilty, but then tried to maintain her composure.
"I received so many gifts every year, there was no way I could open them one by one. And at that time, I disliked you, so I didn't even think about what good things you might have given me."
"It's alright, it's not too late to open them now."
Moonlight poured coldly onto the balcony, and the wicker chair gently swayed. Steven held Monica in his arms and joined her in unwrapping the gifts.
"This is the first birthday you've had since we met," Steven reminisced. "Before giving you this gift, I asked Eric about it and learned that you always receive so many expensive gifts on your birthday."
"But at that time, I hadn't really begun my career, so I couldn't afford those valuable things. After much thought, I decided to give you this."
Monica flipped through the contents. "This is... a photo?"
"Yes," he explained. "When you came to Boston that time, we couldn't visit many places due to the weather. And then you went back to China without coming again, so I wanted to document it for you."
He took the camera and, in his spare time, visited all the places she had planned to go. He tried to capture the most beautiful scenery in the best weather.
Behind each photo, he had handwritten the date and time of the shot, even down to the second. Below that were the English addresses.
Preparing this photo album took him several months.
Steven continued, "Fortunately, you didn't open it back then."
At that time, he himself was in a state of confusion and hesitation. He was afraid that she, who was used to luxury goods, would see how cheap the gift he gave was.
He was even more afraid that she would conclude that his feelings were equally cheap.
But at that time, all he could offer was this, a small and insignificant sincerity.
Monica lowered her head and carefully turned through each page. In the middle, she found a greeting card.
Steven held her tighter and took the card from her. "Let me read it to you."
He began,
"Monica, first of all, happy birthday."
"For you, this birthday is destined to be special. On this day, you enter adulthood and embark on a new phase of life. When I wrote this card, Boston was welcoming the spring, and the cherry blossoms outside the window were very beautiful and dazzling."
The night was clear, and silence enveloped them, with only his smooth voice flowing softly.
"I hope everything in your life sparkles as brightly as these blooming flowers. May you always be free, enjoy your own life, and seize your own future."
He finished reading the card and folded it back, whispering a phrase that he hadn't written at that time.
"And I will love you forever."
The birthday gift in front of them not only witnessed her growth, but also the transformation he had undergone in these years.
From the cautiousness he displayed when writing the card, to now being able to hold her tightly in his arms, he still couldn’t believe it.
She was growing up, so was he.
Monica listened silently, resting her head on his shoulder, her arm tightly around his waist, burying her cheek in it. "I love you too."
The moonlight was like water as the two embraced on the balcony. Laughter from other villas in the distance drifted faintly, a unique lively atmosphere on New Year's Eve.
Steven held her in his arms, reading birthday cards from the past few years to her one by one, gently and romantically reminiscing about the past five years.
Although happiness came five years late, he never regretted it.
Because at this moment, they were in the perfect time and the most compatible with each other.
After cuddling for a while, Monica got up to put the gifts away. Steven helped her tidy up and accidentally discovered a small black box, mysterious and uniquely decorated.
Monica also became curious and read the inscription on it, remembering: "This was a gift from Lily in the past. She gave one to me and one to Mandy. Mandy said she was playing a prank on purpose, so I didn't open it."
The belated curiosity made her eager to try, so she tore off the packaging and took out the contents from the box, wanting to find out.
But to her surprise, after just one glance, Monica's heart skipped a beat. She immediately put the item back, pretending nothing had happened, and said, "We should go downstairs now."
Steven calmly said, "Since we've opened it, shouldn't we take a closer look?"
"...There's nothing worth seeing."
This Lily actually gave a small toy for self-pleasure!
Seeing her blushing, he laughed, took the item from her hand, and lifted her up in his arms. "After all, it's a friend's kindness. It would be a waste not to use it, baby."
Bonus 4 Fireworks 2
The floor heating in the room was very warm, and a continuous warmth rose, making Monica's cheeks slightly flushed.
She lay on the bed, hugging a pillow and watching Steven adjust the cleaned toy. She playfully bumped his waist with her knee and asked, "You want me to use it?"
"Why not?"
Steven turned to the side, his fingers reaching under her long skirt, gently scratching the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh.
Monica was ticklish and tried to close her legs, gasping and moaning, "It's New Year's... My parents are downstairs..."
"Soon."
Steven brought the toy between her legs, pressing it against the inside of her thigh over her panties.
Monica was shocked by the sensation that spread from her legs, and her body went limp like a broken bone.
He asked intimately, "Does it feel good?"
Monica gasped incoherently, "I...uh..."
Steven took off her soaked panties, increased the suction intensity, and pressed it firmly against her clitoris. Soon, he could hear her broken moans:
"Don't...don't...ahh..."
Monica couldn't help but grip his hand, her legs curling up and kicking the bedsheets. She wanted to close her knees, but he kept them apart with his hands. The toy teased her, causing her waist to tremble, and tiny droplets of moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes.
She vaguely heard the crisp sound of metal colliding, as if he was undoing his belt. Her consciousness floated up and down under the stimulating vibrations of the toy, until one
A hard and hot object rushed towards the center of her legs.
"Uh..." an unconscious moan escaped from her throat.
The next second, the swollen penis slowly pushed open her entrance and penetrated forcefully.
Monica's breath was momentarily held.
Shortly after, her body started trembling violently.
"Don't come in... hmm..." she pleaded.
He applied force, thrusting deep inside, and his glans forcefully collided with her cervix.
Before Monica could catch her breath, her sensitive body on the edge of climax was pushed to orgasm instantly, her whole body tensed up, trembling, and her vision turned blank.
But it wasn't over yet.
Toys were different from people. Steven would sense her reactions and adjust the intensity considerately, but the machine remained constant and unchanging. It wouldn't slow down its pace because of her pleas.
Before Monica could recover from the climax, she was stimulated by a new round of sucking vibrations, trembling all over and choking on her tears. She cried out a couple of times and then he suddenly thrust in deeply several times, leaving her voiceless.
Another climax.
It was even more terrifying than before.
The erect penis filled the passage, relentlessly stimulating her without lessening the intensity. It was already difficult for her to endure, not to mention that he also brought a small toy.
With stimulation on both sides, she didn't know how to handle it. She turned into a puddle of water, completely weak.
"Husband...don't use it anymore...hmm..." Tears blurred her vision as she gasped and sobbed. "Don't raise the intensity anymore...uh...I really..."
Steven thrust his hips, increasing the intensity and relentlessly stimulating her soft passage. The sound of water splashing constantly resounded at the joining point, creating a lewd melody in the room.
Complete loss of control, a blank mind, and an uncontrollable body.
Monica even felt like she was the toy, continuously played with, going through multiple orgasms. At the end, she cried and lost control, wetting him.
Steven kissed away the tears from the corner of her eye, softly comforting her, "Baby, you're so obedient."
He continued thrusting fiercely for dozens of times, his back and waist tensed up. At the moment of ejaculation, pleasure overwhelmed him. He pressed against her ear and whispered hoarsely, "Thank you, baby."
It allowed him to spend such a blissful New Year's Eve.
Just as the couple finished tidying up and were about to go downstairs, they were dragged over to a mahjong table.
Monica was always the unluckiest one, initially unwilling to play. But this year, with Steven taking her place, she happily dragged a chair and sat beside him, whispering in his ear, "You must not win against my parents."
"Okay." As the son-in-law, he understood this rule.
Monica glanced at Eric sitting next to her on the side, "You can win against my brother as much as you want. After all, you two have played many times."
The person involved overheard her words and looked over with a half-smile.
Monica secretly stuck out her tongue and quickly hid behind Steven.
Laughter and excitement filled the air both on the TV during the Spring Festival Gala and at the mahjong table.
Midnight was approaching.
"We're about to count down!" Monica glanced at her phone, stood up from the chair, and pulled Steven's hand. "Let's go outside!"
Firecrackers were prohibited in Siena, but the Perez family's villa was located in the mountains away from the city center, so they could always see people setting off fireworks on special occasions.
The entire family walked out from the house, and outside, the snow had already stopped, leaving behind a white layer on the ground.
A brilliant scene illuminated the night sky.
Eric tossed a string of firecrackers into the courtyard and handed the lighter to Monica. Naturally, she didn't dare, so she shook her head quickly, and the lighter ended up in Steven's hand.
He was taken aback for a moment.
"A good start, go ahead," Eric patted his back, "Since there's a new member in the family, let you do it this year."
Steven turned around, Mrs. Perez and Mr. Perez were both smiling at him, and Monica, who had covered her ears early on, blinked at him.
In an instant, he felt a strong sense of "home."
Steven crouched down, cupping the flame with his hand, and leaned forward to ignite the fuse.
Three, two, one...
As the countdown stopped, in the moment when the new year arrived, countless fireworks soared into the sky from all directions, painting it with a vibrant display.
They stood in the courtyard, surrounded by the booming sound of fireworks and firecrackers, with dazzling and colorful tree-like fireworks.
Monica covered her ears and happily shouted at him in the lively and noisy night, "Steven, Happy New Year!"
After the fireworks bloomed brilliantly, the colorful remnants fell like shooting stars. Steven's gaze gradually lowered and landed on her cheek, unable to move away anymore.
He smiled and embraced her, leaning down. "Monica, Happy New Year."
It was the end of the old days, and the beginning of the new year.
Now, he could tightly embrace his loved ones, which outshined a thousand words.
-The End-