Chapter 3: The Most Loved One

The morning after Valentine’s Day...

Henry sat at his desk in the big exam hall. His answer booklet was open and his pen rested in his hand. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, and everyone around him wrote quickly with their heads down.

The questions on the paper were about supply and demand curves. They looked like meaningless lines and numbers because his mind was somewhere else.

He no longer needed a girlfriend.
He had something far better at home—his mum.
She was warm, soft, and completely his.

He could still feel her body against his. Her beautiful breasts bounced right in front of his face when she rode him slowly. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she moaned his name like it was the only word she knew.

She let him do anything now.
Pin her down.
Pull her hair.
Spank her ass red.
Make her kneel and suck him.
Wake her in the night with his cock already pushing inside her.

No questions. No hesitation. Just yes.

That phone call with Dad had been the hottest thing. Fucking her deep while his father talked on the line, clueless and heartbroken.

Henry loved his dad. The man worked hard and sent money home.

But the danger of Dad finding out made everything burn hotter. He had to be careful.

Henry blinked and came back to the exam hall. The invigilator walked past with clicking shoes. He looked down at his paper. It was still blank. He hadn’t studied enough—not even close.

His mind was full of her. He wrote his name at the top, then nothing. He had to focus. But all he could think about was getting home and back inside her.

The exam didn’t matter. She did.

Henry stared at the blank answer sheet with his pen frozen in his hand.

And there it was—the ring.

just sitting on the page with no glow. He was sure—dead sure—he’d left it at home. Hidden in his closet under old shirts.

He picked it up. It felt heavier than yesterday.
Colder.

Weird!

Henry slipped it into his pocket and glanced around. No one watching. He zipped it into his backpack side pocket.

The exam dragged on.

He went back to thinking about her—about tonight, about what he would do when he got home.

Finally, the bell rang, and Henry knew he had done badly on the exam—something he should really take care of, apart from spending all his time inside his mother’s love hole.

Henry walked to his locker, spun the combination, and pulled it open.
And froze.

The ring sat right on top of his books, just sitting there like it belonged. He checked his backpack fast—the side pocket was empty. The ring wasn’t there anymore.

It was here.

Henry stared at it, then picked it up again. He stared at it for a long moment, then closed his fist around the ring, keeping it hidden in his palm.

All of a sudden, a voice came from behind him.

“Hey, man—what’s with the ring? You proposing to someone?”

Henry jumped a little and spun around.

His best friend Tyler stood there, grinning, backpack slung over one shoulder. He had sneaked up quiet as always.

Tyler was the ultimate geek—messy dark hair, thick glasses that slid down his nose, always wearing a faded T-shirt with some obscure video game or comic reference. He lived for D&D campaigns, late-night coding sessions, and arguing about Marvel vs. DC on forums.

He pushed his glasses up and leaned closer, eyes bright with curiosity.

Henry laughed it off, shaking his head. “Nah, man. No proposing. Just some old junk I found.”

Tyler shrugged, still grinning. “Alright, keep your secrets.”

They walked together to the cafeteria and grabbed trays. Henry led the way to the same back table he always sat at—quiet corner, away from the crowd.

They sat down opposite each other, unpacking their food.

Tyler took a bite of his sandwich, then looked up.

“You didn’t reply to my messages yesterday,” he said. “Everything alright at home?”

Henry paused, fork halfway to his mouth.

Tyler knew about the Valentine’s Day thing—how Julia sometimes drank too much when Dad missed it again. Henry had vented to him before.

“Yeah,” Henry said, keeping his voice even. “She was upset yesterday, like usual. Drank a bit. But she’s better now.”

Tyler nodded, concern in his eyes. “That sucks, man. Tell her I said hi, yeah? If she needs anything...”

Henry smiled a little. “Will do.”

Inside, he felt the ring in his pocket—cool and heavy.

Henry zoned out completely, staring at his tray but seeing nothing.

Something was off with the ring. Each minute, it felt heavier. And heavier.

Like it was growing.

The weight started tugging his pants down a little. He shifted in his seat, trying to ignore it.

Tyler was talking excitedly about D&D—the new campaign, some boss fight—but Henry heard none of it.

All he could think about was getting rid of the ring. A sudden pop went off in his head, clear and sharp.

Without thinking, he pulled the ring from his pocket and shoved it across the table to Tyler.

“Here. Take it!” he said.

Tyler stopped mid-sentence, confused. He looked down at the ring in Henry’s hand.

“What the hell? Dude, what is this?”

A sudden red glow sparked from the ring—like it came to life. The stone pulsed warm red, bright enough to catch the cafeteria light.

Tyler’s eyes went wide. “Nah! What the fuck, man?”

Henry remembered the old man’s words clear as day. He leaned forward, put his finger right on the tip of Tyler’s nose, and stared into his eyes.

“Give this to your mum” he said, voice low but firm. “And you will be the most loved one in her heart. Mark my words.”

Tyler froze. Everyone around them started looking—smiling, pointing, whispering. A few kids laughed.

Tyler’s face went red. He snatched the ring fast, just to stop the attention, and hissed at Henry.

“Alright, fine! Jesus, you’re weird today.”

He stuffed the ring in his pocket, glancing around embarrassed.

“They bully us for less than this, you know.”

Henry shrugged, not caring who watched.

“How does it feel?” he asked. “Heavy?”

Tyler frowned. “It’s alright. Normal.”

Henry leaned in. “You sure? Does it feel heavy?”

Tyler shifted, looking scared now.

“No! What’s happening, man? You’re freaking me out.”

Henry and Tyler finished lunch without another word about the ring. They ate their food, talked a little about classes, and then threw away their trays.

The bell rang. They stood up and went back to their separate classrooms.

Henry walked down the hallway feeling lighter. Relaxed.

The ring was gone.

Not in his pocket. Not in his backpack. Not tugging at his pants anymore.

He kept seeing it in his mind—like it was looking back at him, asking to be taken care of.

But now Tyler had it.

The weight was off him. Literally.

That evening ... back home in the master bedroom...

Henry sat naked on the edge of the master bed, the room lit soft by the bedside lamp. His cock was hard, standing straight up as he stroked it slowly with one hand. The parcels lay open beside him—all arrived in one-day delivery, boxes and tissue paper scattered across the sheets.