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Uta Figarland, a world-renowned musician and a prominent member of the illustrious Figarland family, is not only one of the most powerful women in the world but also the devoted mother of Lanius and Cain's first love.
Cain met Uta during her North American tour twenty-four years ago, and he could still recall their first meeting as vividly as if it had happened just yesterday.
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- Flashback to Twenty-Four Years Ago -
On a cool evening, Uta sat atop a hill overlooking Hollywood, hunched over and writing a song with a frustrated expression. She let out the occasional curse under her breath, and in a fit of anger, she suddenly threw her notebook aside. A moment later, she heard a loud thud that echoed in the quiet night.
"Ah, fuck!" a boy exclaimed.
Realizing she had accidentally hit someone with her notebook, her eyes widened in panic. She quickly stood up, turned to face the boy, and began to apologize profusely, her words tumbling out in a rush.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you—" Whatever Uta was about to say caught in her throat when she finally looked at the boy.
He was her age and looked like a male model straight out of a magazine—no, that wouldn't be entirely accurate, as he was even better than that. He was practically a teenage girl's wet dream come to life!
He has long, dark hair cascading over his shoulders, thick and gleaming like silk, and stunning ruby-red eyes, adorned with crystalline patterns, complemented by his sharp features and golden-brown skin.
His clothes hugged his physique in all the right places, showcasing a perfectly balanced build—broad shoulders and lean, well-defined muscles that accentuated even the slightest movement he made.
He was perfection in every sense of the word.
Uta unconsciously began to drool at the sight of him but snapped back to reality when he finally spoke.
"It's fine, just be careful where you throw shit," the boy said while rubbing his temple. He stretched out his arm, holding her notebook. "Anyway, here's your notebook."
"Thanks..." She shyly took it from him, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"No problem. So, if you don't mind me asking, what's got you pissed off enough to throw things?" he asked curiously.
Uta looked at him, a bit confused. "Um, I'm struggling to write a song..."
"Oh, you're a songwriter? That's cool. What kind of songs do you write?"
His question further increased her confusion.
"Do you...not know who I am?" she asked.
This was the first time someone hadn't recognized her. It felt odd but strangely relieving. While Uta loved her fans, it could sometimes be overwhelming, and there were definitely moments when she wished to blend in rather than stand out.
The boy tilted his head to the right, which she found adorable.
"Am I supposed to?"
"Well, yeah!!" Uta threw her arms up in exasperation, her frustration mixing with disbelief. "I'm Uta Figarland! The world-famous singer and songwriter!"
"Yeah...still not ringing any bells," he admitted with an honest shrug.
"Are you kidding me? Where have you been? Under a rock?"
Well, she technically isn't wrong.
"Well, you could say that...anyway, I've never been one for social media or keeping up with celebrities...so yeah. I have no clue who you are."
"I see..." Uta frowned momentarily before her expression brightened with a sudden idea. "Are you busy right now?"
"Uh, no. Not really. I'm just walking around. Why?"
Uta's lips formed into a grin.
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- Three Hours Later -
Uta shared her performances on her tablet for several hours while getting to know the boy next to her, whose name she learned was Cain. He told her he was from Mexico but moved to California to escape his abusive and controlling father and siblings.
Hearing his story saddened Uta, but her primary emotions were pure hatred and rage. She couldn't wrap her head around why anyone would hurt their family. Although she typically avoided violence, she could definitely make an exception for Cain's family if it came to that.
She was relieved that Cain had managed to escape his father and siblings and was now living with relatives on his mother's side of the family. Unfortunately, his father and siblings would likely face no repercussions for their actions. Cain explained that his father held too much influence in Mexico for anything to happen.
From Cain's description, it seemed his father was either a high-ranking member of the Mexican government or possibly a drug lord. However, Uta decided not to pry for more details; it was none of her business.
Outside of his unfortunate circumstances, Uta learned that Cain had a passion for physical fitness, which was no surprise given his well-defined build. He also enjoyed reading, drawing, cooking, and eating. His favorite colors were red and black, and his favorite foods included burritos, tacos, and cheeseburgers.
"I'll say it again: you really have a great voice," Cain complimented as they watched one of her performances on the tablet.
"Yeah, I know," she replied, smiling proudly. "Aren't I amazing?"
"Eh, I guess so."
Uta smacked his arm and playfully glared at him, feigning offense. "What do you mean, you guess?"
Cain chuckled. "Nothing, I'm just fucking with you. Or am I?" He rubbed his chin, pretending to be deep in thought.
Uta rolled her eyes, her smile unwavering. "You're such an ass. If you keep that attitude up, you'll never get a girlfriend," she teased.
Cain contemplated her comment for a moment before smirking. "I guess you're not entirely wrong. I'll just have to settle for you," he winked at Uta, causing her to blush.
"W-What makes you think I'd date an asshole like you?!"
"Well, I don't know... Maybe when you first looked at me, you started drooling. If that isn't a strong indicator of someone having the hots for me, then I don't know what is," he said, smiling smugly.
Upon hearing that, Uta's face resembled Cain's eyes, and steam rose from her ears.
"Y-You saw that?" she asked, looking away in embarrassment.
Cain regarded her with an amused expression. "Well, you weren't exactly subtle. I don't mind you staring if it makes you feel any better. But if you want it to last longer, I'd recommend taking a picture," he joked, earning a scoff from Uta.
"As if I'd want a picture of a jerk like you on my phone."
"Your loss," Cain shrugged and sighed. "Well, I'd better get going." He stood up, preparing to leave. "It was nice meeting you, Uta."
He began to walk away, but before he could get far, Uta grabbed his hand.
"Wait!"
Cain turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "Did you need something?"
Uta blushed and avoided eye contact. "Can I get your number?"
As much as she didn't want to admit it, Uta really enjoyed spending time with Cain. He was everything she wanted in a guy, and he didn't make a big deal about her fame.
As he had mentioned earlier, he had no idea who she was, and even after he understood exactly how famous she was, he didn't give the slightest of fucks.
He treated her like a normal person, not as Uta, the world-famous singer and songwriter, which felt refreshing after being treated like royalty for most of her life. While she appreciated the attention, it could be exhausting when she just wanted a normal day or wasn't in the best mood.
"Oh?" His lips curled into a grin. "The Uta Figarland wants my phone number, but why? I thought I was just a jerk," he teased.
"You are, but... you're a tolerable jerk... and..."
"And?"
"And I liked hanging out with you! There, are you happy?!" she exclaimed, her embarrassment evident as she glared at him.
"Very much so," he chuckled. "Alright, give me your phone."
Uta handed him her phone, and Cain entered his number. He then returned it to her, and a smile spread across her face as she mentally celebrated the win of getting a hot guy's number.
"Are you busy tomorrow night?"
"No, why? Are you asking me out?" he teased.
Uta rolled her eyes. "As if. My concert is tomorrow, and I want you to come."
"Alright, I'll come. Send me the details later."
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- End of Flashback -
"Y-Yeah, it has..." Uta said, gulping slightly as her face flushed a deep shade of red. "You look good."
Aside from his thick beard, which Uta thought suited him perfectly, he still appeared to be in his early to mid-twenties, with even more lean muscle than before.
"Right back at you," Cain replied, unabashedly gazing up and down Uta's form, causing her blush to deepen even more. "Honestly, you look even better than the last time I saw you."
Uta's figure had always been striking, well-proportioned with the perfect blend of lean muscle, softness, and curves that turned heads wherever she went. After Lanius's birth, her figure became even more mouthwatering. Her natural, perfectly round, and perky breasts had grown from an impressive F to an astounding H-cup. Her waist was slim, beautifully complemented by strong childbearing hips. Her rear had become larger and rounder without losing its perkiness, and her glorious, thick thighs were slightly fuller and, from what he could tell, softer than before.
The longer Cain stared, the hotter his blood raced, making his clothes feel increasingly uncomfortable and restrictive. Uta felt similarly conflicted. The only thing keeping them from fucking each other's brains out was their son, who was in the living room with them.
However, it wouldn't last long.
Sensing the raw sexual tension in the air, Lanius wisely decided to make a hasty exit before he was traumatized again.
"You know, I'm just going to go..." Lanius announced as he stood up and hurriedly exited.
Once he was gone, Cain and Uta wasted no time and pounced on each other.
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