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This year, my birthday took a completely unexpected turn. What I thought would be a simple staycation with Xav ended up being a surprise chalet party—one that he had secretly planned with my family, his family, and our closest friends. Looking back, I should have been more suspicious, but he really played his cards well.

It all started when the girls celebrated with me a week earlier. They insisted on doing it in advance, claiming that Xav had warned them not to book me on my actual birthday. At that time, I didn’t think much of it. So when Xav told me he had booked a staycation just for the two of us, I completely believed him.

On Saturday morning, he showed up at my house bright and early, even helping me pack my clothes. That was when I started questioning things—why was he so insistent on packing for me? But when I raised my concerns, he brushed them off, saying it was all part of making my birthday special. I let it slide.

We left around noon, grabbed lunch, and then checked in. The chalet was a spacious two-story unit, and when I saw it was just the two of us, my suspicion grew. But every time I tried to question him, he dodged with the most ridiculous excuses.

The real surprise happened after we took a walk at a nearby park, which led to a beach. When we returned to the chalet, I walked into something I wasn’t supposed to see yet—my parents, his parents, and the girls in the middle of setting up for the party. The look of shock on their faces was priceless. Apparently, they had texted Xav to stall for more time, but the guy didn’t even check his phone. So instead of walking into a fully set-up surprise party, I walked in mid-prep, completely ruining their timing. It was hilarious.

The evening was filled with barbecuing, cake-cutting, and laughter. After a while, my parents and Xav’s parents left, along with Isabel, who had a flight to catch. That left just me, my brother and sister-in-law, the twins, CY, and Xav.

The real fun began late at night. We spent hours playing mahjong and drinking—though by 3 AM, exhaustion hit, and we all decided to call it a day. Since there were only two bathrooms in the chalet, we had to take turns showering. The upper-floor bathroom was slightly bigger, so the twins and CY just decided to shower together. As for me? I had always had a weird fear of using chalet toilets alone. Even when I needed to pee, I made CY stand outside for moral support. So naturally, when it was finally my turn, I dragged Xav in with me. It wasn’t even about anything scandalous—I just genuinely hated using unfamiliar toilets alone.

By the time everyone was done and actually in bed, it was already 4:30 AM. Poor Xav ended up sleeping on the living room sofa while my brother and his wife took one room, and the girls and I shared the second.

If the first night was chaotic, the morning after was even worse. Most of us woke up with splitting headaches, even Xav, who didn’t drink much. My brother and sister-in-law tapped out early, heading home right after breakfast.

The rest of us spent the whole afternoon in a lazy daze—either napping like Xav (who slept like a log) or playing yet another round of mahjong. It wasn’t until 6 PM that things started to pick up again when our BBQ food arrived.

Since we had been lounging in the chalet all day, most of us were still in comfy tees and shorts. I was in my only FBT shorts (which I had actually brought as sleepwear) paired with Xav’s oversized dry-fit tee. But as I was helping with the barbecue, I realized I didn’t want to get oil stains on my only pair of shorts. So, without thinking too much, I just took them off and continued on in just the oversized tee.

Now, let me clarify, this was not some scandalous moment. The tee was huge, more than enough to cover everything. In fact, CY even reassured me, saying it looked just like a normal oversized T-shirt dress. Trusting CY, I confidently walked over to the BBQ pit in my new ‘outfit.’

At first, Xav didn’t notice. But after a while, he started looking at me suspiciously. I could literally see the gears turning in his head. To confirm his suspicions, he sneakily reached out and touched my butt, only to realize I wasn’t wearing any shorts. That earned him a chance to scold me, while CY and the twins burst out laughing. They found it especially funny because I’m usually the one lecturing them about dressing too skimpily. The tables had truly turned.

Xav, being Xav, kept insisting I put on some shorts, but after a long back-and-forth argument (which turned into a group debate), he ultimately gave up. The rest of us declared it was completely fine, and he was outnumbered.

We continued barbecuing, making the most of the last burning embers of charcoal. Just as the flames began to die down, we got lucky—we had saved our marshmallows for last. Roasting them over the final glowing coals, we laughed as some turned out perfectly golden while others ended up completely charred. There was something oddly satisfying about ending the night on a sweet note, quite literally.

By the time we finished clearing up the BBQ area and making sure everything was properly put away, it was already close to 1 AM. Exhaustion was kicking in, but none of us were in a rush to sleep just yet. We slowly made our way back into the living room, flopping onto the sofas and floor, basking in that post-BBQ satisfaction.

One by one, everyone started taking turns showering. CY went first, using the lower-level bathroom, while the twins headed upstairs to the slightly bigger one. Meanwhile, Xav and I sat in the living room,
waiting for our turn.

As we stood in line, waiting for our turn to use the bathroom, a mischievous idea sparked in my mind. I lifted my foot and rested it on his thigh, deliberately pressing down just enough to get his attention. His gaze flickered to me, curious yet knowing. Keeping my expression neutral, I casually rolled up the hem of my tee, exposing the delicate strip of my yellow thong.

Trust me, Xav was well-trained. The moment his eyes landed on that glimpse of lace, his fingers instinctively found their way to my bare skin. He started with featherlight caresses along my thigh, his fingertips sending ripples of heat through me as they trailed higher, inch by inch, toward my most sensitive spot. The thrill of being so exposed, the reckless audacity of it all, sent a rush of excitement straight to my core. We weren’t alone, yet that only added to the intoxicating buzz thrumming between us.

My breath hitched as he skimmed over my mound, his touch teasing, torturous. Every time his fingers glided up, grazing my clit in just the right way, I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping. My body responded instantly, warmth pooling between my legs, soaking through the thin fabric of my thong. And it wasn’t just me, Xav was getting harder by the second. I could feel the tension radiating from him, his restraint hanging by a thread.

His movements grew bolder, lingering just a little longer, pressing just a little firmer. My pulse pounded in my ears, my skin tingling with anticipation. Every stolen touch, every brush of his fingers, sent another wave of arousal crashing over me. The idea that at any moment, one of my girls could glance over and catch us only heightened the intensity.

Then, the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoed toward us. Reality snapped back into focus. I straightened quickly, smoothing down my tee as if nothing had happened. But the evidence of our little game remained, my thong was soaked. The wetness darkening the fabric where it clung to my aching core. I glanced at Xav, and the smirk on his lips told me he wasn’t done with me yet.

Minutes stretched into what felt like eternity until we finally got our chance to slip away. The moment the bathroom door clicked shut behind us, Xav turned on the shower, and pressed me against the wall, his body flush against mine, his lips searing hot against my neck and his fingers slipping beneath my waistband, confirming what he already knew.

I barely had time to breathe before he spun me around, bent me over the sink, and pushed my thong aside. The thrill of doing it with CY outside, the risk of getting caught, only made it more exhilarating. He took me right there, deep, slow at first, then rougher, needier, as we both struggled to stay quiet. My hands gripped the cold porcelain, teeth sinking into my lip to suppress the moans threatening to spill.
We were lost in the moment, drowning in pleasure, until a firm rap on the door. Then Cy’s voice, asking how long do we need.

My entire body tensed. Xav froze for a split second before pulling out with a muffled chuckle. I scrambled to wear my clothes, my cheeks burning as I shot him a wide-eyed look. He just grinned, completely unfazed, as if we hadn’t just been caught red-handed.

Later that night, when we finally had a moment alone in the room, Xav wasted no time. He pinned me to the bed, his hands roamed my body with a possessiveness that made me wet in no time. This time, we had to be even quieter as the walls were thin, and any sound would give us away ( although I know they won't mind)

As his movements grew more forceful, my body trembled on the edge, desperate to cry out, to release the pleasure building inside me. But before I could let out a single sound, he silenced me in the most wicked way, grabbing my soaked thong and slipping it between my parted lips, muffling the moans that threatened to escape. My senses spiraled as he thrust into me, each stroke deep and deliberate, making my body arch beneath him.

But just as I neared the peak of ecstasy, he faltered. His breath hitched, his grip tightened, and with just five hard, urgent thrusts, he came. I was left teetering on the brink, aching for more, my pulse hammering in frustration.

Yet, before disappointment could settle in, he proved why he was worthy of being my man, whether as my boyfriend now or my future husband. Without hesitation, he slid down my body, his fingers slipping between my slick folds, teasing, circling, pressing exactly where I needed him most. My body responded instantly, hips rolling into his touch, pleasure surging like an unstoppable wave.

And as his fingers worked me with an unrelenting rhythm, I couldn't hold back. My release crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing under his expert touch, pleasure unraveling in shuddering waves that left me breathless, trembling, and utterly spent.

CNY 25

 

Gong Xi Fa Cai

I know I’m a little late in sending my well wishes this time but this year has been quite a whirlwind. Chaos struck early when my grandma was hospitalized on the second day of the festivities. She had a fall while getting out of the car, and just like that, our family’s house-visiting plans turned into hospital-visiting instead. Thankfully, she’s doing much better now, though she’s in a leg cast for the time being. It was definitely an unexpected turn of events, but we were just grateful that it wasn’t anything more serious.

Despite the rocky start, I still put in the effort for our outfits this year, and I’m so glad I did! Xav and I went all in on a matching couple fit, which honestly turned out to be one of my best decisions. I wore the Blue Batik Charms Dania Padded Column Midi Dress from Dear Lyla, while Xav had on the Jayden Collar Shirt V2 (Blue Batik Charms) to match. I won’t lie, the price was a little painful, but the moment I saw the pattern, I was completely sold. The intricate batik print was just stunning, and the quality made it worth every cent. As for Xav? Well, he didn’t really have a say in it. He’s the kind of guy who would wear nothing but Uniqlo if I didn’t step in and pick out outfits for him, so this was entirely my decision.

For the second day, I switched things up and went with the Ashley Wrap Top (Royal Peranakan) paired with the Bree High Waist Shorts V2 (Oat), also from Dear Lyla, of course. Since I was already shopping there, I figured I might as well grab everything in one go instead of running around looking for different pieces. Xav wore the Dan Mandarin Collar Shirt (Royal Peranakan) with a simple pair of shorts, keeping things fuss-free as usual.

Now, here’s the little fun fact of the day, I decided to go braless and just used nipple stickers. And guess what? Even my mom didn’t notice! Honestly, that was a win in itself. 

Even though this year didn’t go exactly as planned, I’m still grateful that my grandma was well.