As Alvin exerted more force, the stone door groaned and shuddered, a faint light seeping through a widening crack. He steeled himself, pushing the door fully open to reveal the scene beyond.

　　An ice pool. A rectangular pool of solid ice stood before him, eliciting a gasp of shock. It wasn't large, only about ten feet square, but its walls were intricately carved with patterns that pulsed with an immeasurable power. A single glance left Alvin dizzy and nauseous. The pool was ancient, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

　　He avoided the pool, his gaze drawn to its center. There, a round, strange substance glowed with a faint white light, its core a dull gray. It resembled jade, but wasn't. Though aged, it emanated an aura of authority and menace.

　　For some reason, as he looked at the gray object, Alvin felt a voice whisper in his mind, urging him to take it.

　　His eyes glazed over, his hand moving involuntarily towards the pool.

　　The instant his fingers brushed the gray substance, the pool reacted as if insulted. The intricate carvings blazed with light, a powerful force throwing Alvin back with a resounding "hum."

　　"Ugh!"

　　He came to, his head throbbing from the impact against the stone wall. He lay there, dazed.

　　The gray substance in the pool seemed to awaken, its surface rippling like thick liquid. It shifted and changed, as if alive.

　　Slowly rising, it seemed to search, its unseen gaze finally settling on the unconscious Alvin. With the slowness of a decaying elder, it flowed from the pool, enveloping him like a viscous liquid, and began to merge with his body.

　　This lasted half an hour. Alvin remained still, unconscious.

　　He opened his eyes, startled to find himself in his bed, the familiar surroundings a stark contrast to the dark stone chamber.

　　He stared at the girl before him, speechless.

　　"You're awake!" A girl in a red dress exclaimed, her eyes filled with relief. "Alvin, do you… do you remember me?"

　　"Of course I remember you, Elyria," Alvin replied, confused. "Why…" He looked around. He was home.

　　*Wasn't I in a stone chamber beneath the lake?* he thought, utterly bewildered. His thoughts were interrupted by Elyria.

　　"We don't know what happened. Uncle Wang sent you to gather moon pearls, and when you didn't return, he went looking for you. He found you unconscious at the village entrance and brought you home. You were out for three hours. It's dark now."

　　*So I somehow returned to the village and Uncle Wang brought me home,* Alvin mused. Then another thought struck him.

　　His eyes flickered. "Elyria, why are you here?"

　　Elyria blushed, averting her gaze. "I… I just felt sorry for you, so I came to look after you."

　　Alvin gave her a knowing smile. "Is that so? I thought you were here to play a 'game'."

　　Elyria blushed even deeper, fidgeting nervously.

　　Alvin sat up, his gaze lingering on Elyria. He spread his arms, a single word escaping his lips: "Come."

　　Elyria trembled, slowly approaching and sitting in his lap, her face downcast.

　　She leaned against his chest, feeling her body heat up. Alvin felt the firm pressure of her buttocks against his legs, his breathing growing heavy.

　　Elyria remained stiff, her hands clasped tightly at her sides.

　　Alvin couldn't contain himself. His hands traced the curves of her body, finally resting on her breasts, gently cupping her budding breasts.

　　"Oh…"

　　Elyria moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as his touch sent shivers through her.

　　He teased her nipples, causing her to tremble.

　　"Mmm…" She let out a seductive moan, lost in the pleasure.

　　Alvin, emboldened, kneaded her breasts, whispering in her ear, "You're such a little slut."

　　"Don't say that!" She protested, though she didn't resist.

　　Alvin chuckled at her compliance. He continued to caress her breasts, then trailed a finger along her earlobe.

　　"Mmm…" A soul-stirring moan escaped her lips, lost in a blissful haze.

　　"Comfortable?" Alvin asked, his dominance absolute.

　　"Mmm…" She nodded, her face flushed, breathing rapidly, trembling with pleasure.

　　"Want more?" He asked, continuing to pleasure her, probing her desires.

　　She hesitated, then nodded. Shamefaced, yet unwilling to deny the pleasure.

　　Alvin grinned, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her dress, his touch now directly on her skin. He cupped her breasts again, their youthful firmness alluring.

　　"Mmm…" She moaned, arching into his touch.

　　He kneaded her nipples harder.

　　"Ah…" A moan escaped her lips, a wave of heat washing over her. She felt the insistent pressure of his arousal against her bottom, instinctively shifting to meet it.

　　Alvin, noticing her movements, pushed her back slightly. "Want to play 'Moon Goddess and the Great Dragon'?" he asked with a lascivious grin.

　　"What's…" she asked, confused.

　　"Watch." He pointed to his groin.

　　His erection strained against his pants, visibly pulsing.

　　Elyria understood. She blushed, nodding.

　　"Then help me undress," he chuckled.

　　Obediently, she knelt and unfastened his belt and zipper, removing his pants and underwear.

　　His penis sprang free, fully erect.

　　"So big…" she gasped, overwhelmed by its size. She'd seen her parents together, but this was far larger than her father's. Even at sixteen, Alvin's was unusually large, a purplish hue, curving provocatively towards her face.

　　She felt a strange mixture of awe and familiarity.

　　"Come on," he said, stroking himself.

　　Hesitantly, she took his penis in her hands. He smiled as she gently caressed him. She blushed, unable to meet his gaze, yet her hands moved instinctively, as if performing a sacred ritual.

　　She stroked him faster, her body trembling.

　　"Swallow it," he whispered.

　　Confused, yet obedient, she opened her mouth and took him in.

　　"Mmm…" Her mouth was full, the taste unfamiliar yet strangely compelling.

　　She sucked on him, her tongue circling his head. An intense pleasure surged through her.

　　"Ah…" Alvin groaned, stroking her hair as she serviced him.

　　She continued, her mouth working diligently, as if to devour him entirely.

　　"Ah…" He groaned again, his hand on her head, pushing her deeper, until his penis was fully inside her mouth.

　　She coughed, protesting with a light slap to his buttocks, but continued, her mouth aching. The taste, though unpleasant, was strangely addictive.

　　He moved faster, deeper. Her mouth was full, her throat stretched to its limit.

　　"Mmm…" He couldn't hold back, thrusting deeply, then releasing his semen into her mouth.

　　"Gulp… gulp… splish… splish…" She swallowed, her mind focused only on breathing and swallowing.

　　After a long moment, he withdrew, watching her gasp and swallow his cum. He smiled.