Puberty Cinderella

Ella had wandered in an abandoned garden seven times in her dreams. Weeds grew vigorously between the ruined walls, vines wrapped around fallen marble columns, and a few small pale green flowers she had never seen before bloomed.In the pool in the middle of the garden stood a headless statue of a woman, holding a stone dagger and thrusting it into her chest.Even though the mosaic stone tiles at the bottom of the pool have long been covered with moss, the spring water is still bubbling from between her breasts.

Seeing the statue, Ella felt extremely thirsty, but every time she took the spring water to her mouth, she would wake up from the dream.For the seventh time, she finally drank the spring water, but her thirst was not relieved by half.Once the spring water was swallowed, it became as hot as magma, and an inexplicable anxiety arose in my heart, as if it was about to jump out of my chest.Ella gasped in pain, as if she was about to be submerged by the scalding tide.At this moment, a pair of cold hands grabbed her, and something soft and temperatureless pressed against her lips, making her breathless.Ella's eyes widened and she saw a woman kissing her, but she was too close to see her face.The scalding spring water intertwined with the chill from the woman. Ella's body shivered from hot to cold, but there was a strange sweetness in her heart.

The pain gradually became unbearable, and Ella couldn't help but groaned, and opened her eyes suddenly.In an instant, the garden, the pool, and the woman were gone, replaced by a tired stain on the ceiling.

"Cinderella, Cinderella! How long are you going to sleep?" The stepmother growled outside the door.

"I'm coming!" she said.

Ella raised a hand to touch her lips lightly, and the incredible kiss in her dream could never be found again.Ella lazily lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, only to find that her crotch was wet.

"Cinderella!"

"immediately!"

Ella hastily put on her patched smock and skirt, her boots only halfway up, and ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, nearly knocking over a stack of dishes.

Ella lit the fire, threw the dishes prepared in advance last night into the pot, and stared at the flames in a daze.The crotch is still sticky, and Ella doesn't know why she still wets the bed at such an age, it must be because she is too tired to do housework.Alas, it would be nice if her father was still alive, so that she could continue to live the life of a pampered duke's daughter like her sisters.

Before his father died of illness, he left all his property to his stepmother, and entrusted her to take care of Ella and raise her as his own.Who would have imagined that when the father died, the stepmother would change her face, not only bossing around the servants, but also sending Ella to do the hardest and most tiring work.The domestic servants couldn't bear the tyranny of the stepmother and resigned one after another, so Ella had to take on all the housework.

Escape, of course she thought about it.But this home—whether it's the frosted windows, the carvings on the beams, or the magpie perched on the branch of the hazel tree—is full of memories.She knew that once she got out of here, she would be haunted by it forever.

Years ago in the winter (before her name was prefixed with "Sinde"), my father would sit in the rocking chair in front of the fire, put her on his lap, and tell her all kinds of strange stories.Through her father's vivid narration, Ella seems to be able to see those characters in the flickering fire, such as the fairy godmother, the stork who gave birth, the ice queen who abducted children, and the dwarves who guarded the underground treasure.Maybe one day she will be lucky enough to become a character in the story.She was almost on the verge of believing the thought when a burning smell in the air woke her up.

Ella exclaimed, and hurriedly took the pot off the fire, scalding her hand in the haste.But she couldn't care less about these. The stepmother and eldest sister yelled impatiently in the restaurant, threatening to drive her out of the house if they didn't serve food quickly.She has long been used to this level of burns, and thick calluses have grown on her hands.Sometimes she wondered if cocoons would grow in her heart, and she would be able to turn a deaf ear to her stepmother's curses.

Ella put the unburned top part into three plates, leaving only the black paste at the bottom of the pan for herself, and carried the tray out.

The second sister, Vivian, put down the newspaper in her hand, and smiled at her embarrassedly, as if she was ashamed of her mother and sister's bad temper.If it wasn't for the fact that her stepmother strictly prohibited them from interacting, she and Vivienne should have become very good friends.Ella smiled back at her too.

"Hey, Cinderella, why are you so slow?" the elder sister Camilla shouted.

"sorry."

"Do you want to starve us to death, and then take away our property?" Camilla scooped up a spoonful of meat soup and brought it to her mouth, "It must be, you must hate us in your heart, but there is nothing you can do. Say You are not allowed to put poison in the dishes..."

The stepmother interrupted her: "Vivian, is there anything in the newspaper?"

"Oh, it's not a big deal. There will be a ball in the Emerald Palace next month. I heard that it is actually to find a marriage partner for the prince. Unmarried Omega from all over the country have been invited."

"What!" screamed the stepmother, "you must go to this ball!"

"But we're all betas," Camilla said.

"Yes, but," said the stepmother, "if the prince is fascinated by your beauty before he knows that you are Beta, things will be better. Although I am Beta, I also gave birth to you two?"

"Oh! Mom, you are so smart!"

"What about Cinderella?" Vivian said. "Can we take her with me?"

"Cinderella?" The stepmother squinted her eyes and looked at Ella. "She is not suitable for this kind of scene. Besides, she doesn't have decent clothes. It will only embarrass us if we take it away."

"I... I don't want to go."

"Listen, she said so herself."

Ella hung her head.Of course she wants to go to the ball and see how charming the Prince Charming really is.But I am ashamed, and I am afraid that I will humiliate myself by standing with those gorgeously dressed girls and boys.

"Bah!" Camilla suddenly shouted hysterically, pointing at the plate, "What is this!"

Ella leaned up nervously to take a look, and then let out a long sigh of relief. "It's just a little charred."

"How dare you give me something like this!"

As she said that, Ella's eyes went dark, and it turned out that she was slapped to the ground by Camilla.Camila usually complains about picking water and carrying a basket, but she is absolutely unambiguous when she slaps her.

"Okay, okay, lady shouldn't kill someone herself, it will stain your clothes." The stepmother said.

Ella covered her face and half knelt on the ground, staring her eyes wide.It's nothing to be beaten and scolded, you lose if you cry, so she held back her tears and forced herself to think about some happy things, such as the stories her father told while holding her.

Camila kicked Ella a few times, angrily slammed the door and left.

"Don't forget to change your sister's dress after cleaning up." The stepmother said coldly and left the restaurant.

Seeing that her mother and eldest sister had left, Vivienne wet a handkerchief with water and stuck it on Ella's face.

"Does it still hurt?"

Ella shook her head, sobbing silently.

"Oops! Why are your fingers blistered?"

"The front is hot."

"This is impossible!" Vivienne looked at the blisters on Ella's fingertips distressedly, and suddenly felt an urge to stick out her tongue and lick it gently.

In an instant, Ella felt that the blood in her whole body was boiling, especially an indescribable part below the neck, which was swollen and uncomfortable.

Vivienne felt something strange about her. "What's wrong?"

"Down...below, it's so strange..."

"Is it here? Or here?" As she said, Vivienne lifted her skirt and groped carefully on her legs.Being touched by her, Ella only felt more uncomfortable, as if she would explode at any moment, she grabbed her hand in desperation and put it on the painful spot.The moment I touched it, it was like getting an electric shock.

"Ah!!!" The two screamed at the same time, but for completely different reasons.

The stepmother and elder sister who rushed to hear the sound only saw Ella holding Vivienne's hand and forcing her to touch the small tent propped up on her crotch, and almost took off the pumpkin panties.