Chapter Two: Seduction Of The Virgin

	Layla was in the sitting room of the two-bedroom suite they were 
sharing, watching a video their manager had recorded of that day’s practice, 
when Yuri came out of his room that evening, dressed in one of his best 
suits. Layla paused the video and twisted around on the couch, arching her 
eyebrow.

	“Are you going out?” she asked as he headed toward the door to 
leave.

	“Yes. I happen to have a date.”

	“With that Sophie girl?”

	Yuri smirked. “You know, Layla, if I didn’t know any better, I’d 
think you really were jealous.”

	“Don’t be ridiculous, Yuri.” She turned back around and unpaused the 
video. “Just don’t stay out too late. Tomorrow is an important day for us, 
and you need your rest.”

	“Yes, ma’am!” he said, saluting her in jest before exiting the 
suite.

	Like Sophie said, the cab driver had no problem locating the 
apartment building. It wasn’t far from the arena where the International 
Circus Festival was being held. Yuri asked the cab to wait and headed up to 
the fourth floor to Sophie’s apartment. Rather than Sophie, however, Leon 
was the one to answer the door when he knocked.

	“Hello, Leon,” Yuri said. “I’m here to pick Sophie up for our date.”

	Leon didn’t respond, simply turning back around and taking a seat in 
a worn-out armchair, book in hand. Though Leon hadn’t welcomed him in, Yuri 
entered the small apartment anyway and sat down on the couch.

	“Is Sophie running late?”

	Her brother made a grunting sound, but again didn’t say anything, 
which surprised Yuri. He had fully expected Leon to give him the usual “big 
brother” speech about cutting off his balls if he even thought about doing 
anything improper with Sophie. As much as it killed him to admit, Leon’s 
stony silence was unnerving.

	“You know, you can at least say ‘hello’ to me, Leon,” Yuri said. “It 
won’t kill you.”

	Leon turned a page in his book before deigning at last to speak to 
him.

	“Sophie told me that if I didn’t have anything nice to say to you, 
it would be best if I didn’t say anything at all.”

	Fortunately, Sophie chose that moment to come out of her bedroom, 
sparing Yuri from any more of Leon’s unsociable behavior. “Leon, have you 
seen my --” She paused, her eyes widening slightly when she saw Yuri sitting 
on the couch. “Oh, Yuri, I didn’t realize you were here!” Sophie turned to 
her brother. “I thought I told you to let me know when he arrived.”

	“Did you?” Leon drawled, flipping another page. “I must have 
forgotten.”

	“Don’t worry about it,” Yuri said. “I haven’t been waiting long.” He 
stood up and kissed her chastely on the cheek. “You look stunning tonight, 
by the way.”

	Yuri was accustomed to seeing Sophie in the pastels she normally 
wore during practice, so it was a welcome change to see her wearing a modest 
black dress with matching bolero jacket. A cameo choker adorned her neck, 
and her white-blonde hair was pulled back into a neat French braid. 

	“I’m not too overdressed, am I?” she asked, fidgeting with the cuff 
of her jacket. “I wasn’t sure what we were doing tonight, so --”

	“You’re perfect,” he assured her, and offered his arm like a 
gentleman. “Shall we be on our way? I made dinner reservations for eight.”

	“Yes, I just need to find my --”

	Without even looking up from his book, Leon reached for the black 
sequined clutch on the end table beside his chair and held it up. “This?”

	“So that’s where I left it!” She moved to take the purse from him, 
but Leon wouldn’t let it go.

	“Don’t stay out too late, Sophie,” he said, finally looking up from 
his book. “The competition is tomorrow.”

	Sophie rolled her eyes. “I won’t, so can I please have my purse 
now?” After a moment’s hesitation, Leon released his hold on the clutch, and 
Sophie pecked him on the cheek. “Merci. Bonsoir, Leon.”

	After that, Yuri and Sophie left and headed back downstairs to the 
waiting cab. “I hope Leon wasn’t too rude to you while you were waiting,” 
Sophie said as they exited the apartment building.

	“He didn’t say much, honestly,” Yuri said, which was true.

	“Really? He’s usually does a good job of intimidating my dates 
before we go out.”

	Yuri opened the door and helped Sophie into the cab before getting 
in on the other side. He decided not to mention to her just how intimidating 
Leon’s silence could actually be. “So the two of you live on your own?” he 
asked instead as the cab drove off.

	A flicker of sadness appeared in Sophie’s eyes. She looked down at 
her hands, playing with the clasp of her purse. “Our parents died when we 
were really young,” she said after a short pause. “Leon practically raised 
me on his own, especially after we left Monsieur Rubel’s care.”

	“Monsieur Rubel?”

	“Alain Rubel. He was our trainer until we left him a few years ago. 
He’s the one who began training us to perform the Angel’s Maneuver.” Sophie 
looked back up at Yuri. “What about you? Do you have any family? Any 
brothers or sisters?”

	“It was just me and my mother,” Yuri said, turning his head to 
glance out the window at the lights of Paris. The city certainly lived up to 
it’s reputation, but Yuri barely noticed, one of his hands clenching into a 
fist. “My father died in a trapeze accident when I was a kid.”

	“Oh, I’m sorry. I…”

	Seeming to get the hint that he would rather not talk about it, 
Sophie remained quiet the rest of the way. The cab pulled up to the 
restaurant about twenty minutes later. Sophie’s eyes widened in awe as Yuri 
helped her out of the car.

	“We’re eating here? But this is a four-star restaurant!”

	“The concierge at the hotel recommended it to me,” Yuri said. “Have 
you ever eaten here before?”

	“Oh, no…” Sophie shook her head, still staring at the building as if 
she was waiting in line to enter the kingdom of Heaven. “Leon and I could 
never afford to eat at a place like this.” She smoothed down the fabric of 
her dress. “Now I’m worried I’m underdressed.”

	“You look great. Don‘t worry.” Yuri led her inside. “We have an 
eight o’clock reservation,” he said to the maitre d’ at the podium. “The 
name is Killian.”

	“Ah, yes, Monsieur Killian,” the maitre d’ said after locating his 
name on the list. “We have been expecting you. Right this way.”

	The man sat them at an intimate table out on a second-floor private 
balcony and handed them their menus before leaving. Sophie looked like she 
was about to faint when she opened up her menu and saw the extravagant 
prices printed inside.

	“Are you sure this is okay, Yuri?” she whispered, holding her menu 
up in front of her mouth even though nobody else was around. “Just look at 
these prices!”

	Yuri chuckled. “It’s fine. Feel free to order whatever you like. 
Price is no object.” Especially since Kalos was the one footing the bill. 
After what that man had done to his father, Yuri felt paying for a fancy 
dinner was the least the bastard could do. “The lobster here is supposed to 
be excellent. I think that’s what I’ll order,” he decided, setting his menu 
aside. “Would you like to try it as well?”

	Sophie glanced back down at her menu, most likely searching for how 
much the lobster cost. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she 
found it. “Um, I think I’ll go with the coq au vin,” she said, choosing one 
of the cheaper items on the menu.

	“You sure?”

	“Yes, I love it.”

	Yuri gave a little shrug and placed her menu on top of his on the 
table. He would have preferred she pick something more expensive, just to 
stick it to Kalos a little more, but her loss. A short time later, the 
waiter came by and took their order. 

	“It certainly is beautiful tonight,” Sophie commented after the 
waiter left. From their vantage point on the balcony, they had a great view 
of the City of Light, including the brightly lit Eiffel Tower.

	“Yes, it is,” Yuri agreed, reaching across the table to caress 
Sophie’s hand, “but not as beautiful as you are.” 

	Sophie blushed at the complement, her eyes downcast. “Do you really 
think so, Yuri?”

	“I can’t be the first man who has said that to you. A girl as pretty 
as you must have plenty of admirers.”

	“I-I don’t know about that,” she said, flustered. “I haven’t been 
asked out that often.”

	“I find that hard to believe.”

	“It’s true.”

	“Well, then, they must have been too in awe of your overwhelming 
beauty to approach you,” Yuri said, bringing the back of her hand to his 
lips. He then stood up, hearing the faint music of a string quartet coming 
from inside the restaurant. “Care for a dance?”

	Sophie nodded and rose from her chair, allowing Yuri to lead her 
away from the table. Out on the balcony, there wasn’t much room to dance, 
but Yuri didn’t let that stop him. He pulled Sophie close and positioned her 
arms so that they were wrapped around his neck. His hands then traveled down 
her back before coming to a stop on her hipbone. Together, they swayed in 
rhythm to the music, Yuri making a concentrated effort to keep eye contact 
with Sophie the entire time as if she was the only woman in the world.

	And when he sensed the timing was right, Yuri brushed his lips 
against hers, Sophie reciprocating in kind.

	Yes, he had Sophie Oswald just where he wanted.

*****

	The food more than lived up to the restaurant’s reputation. 
Unfortunately, Yuri could not feel so complimentary toward his dinner 
companion. He put up an admirable front of pretending to be interested in 
Sophie’s dull, monotonous life of training with Leon, but inwardly he was 
bored out of his mind. If it wasn’t for his plan, Yuri would have thought up 
an excuse to cut the date short a long time ago.

	It didn’t help matters at all that Sophie was a genuinely sweet 
person, unlike her brother. She probably didn’t have a single unkind bone in 
her entire body. Even when there had been a mistake with the salad she had 
ordered, instead of demanding a new one, she just shrugged and picked the 
croutons out with her fork.

	He would have preferred dealing with Leon directly. Taking advantage 
of his naïve little sister didn’t sit well with Yuri, but things had gone 
too far to back out now. To succeed in getting his revenge on Kalos, he 
needed to be cunning and ruthless, no matter who he might hurt in the 
process. Yuri comforted himself with the thought that after the competition 
was all over, Sophie would at least have learned a valuable lesson about not 
trusting charming men who seduced with pretty words. 

	After dinner, they caught a cab, Sophie under the impression that 
Yuri intended to take her home. Instead, the cab pulled up in front of the 
hotel where Yuri was staying with Layla.

	Sophie hesitated getting out of the car. “This is your hotel,” she 
said, staring up at the building.

	“Is that a problem?”

	“Leon told me not to stay out too late. I don’t think --”

	Yuri took her by the hand and pulled her out of the cab. “Is Leon 
your keeper?” he asked, lifting up her chin. “Come on, Sophie. You’re 
eighteen years old.” He lightly kissed her on the lips -- a preview of 
things to come -- and noted that her lip gloss tasted faintly of cherries. 
“You don’t need your brother’s permission to stay out past curfew.”

	“Well, I suppose I can stay a little while longer…”

	Yuri smiled and paid the cabbie his fare. The two of them then 
headed up to the suite he shared with Layla, Yuri checking inside first to 
make sure the coast was clear. The sitting room was empty, meaning Layla was 
most likely in her own room, already asleep. Yuri opened the door wider and 
invited Sophie in.

	“This is a lovely room,” Sophie said as she walked inside, 
impressed. “Is it a suite?”

	After slipping off his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack, Yuri 
came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and nuzzling at 
her neck. “Yes, I’m sharing it with Layla.”

	At the mention of his partner’s name, Yuri felt Sophie’s body tense 
up. “Layla’s here?”

	“Don’t worry about her. She’s probably already gone to bed,” he 
said, letting go of her. He waved his hand toward the couch. “Have a seat. 
I’ll prepare us some drinks. What’ll you have?”

	“Water will be fine. Tomorrow’s the competition, after all. I don’t 
want to deal with a hangover.”

	“Water it is, then,” Yuri said, heading to the mini-fridge. He 
poured them both a glass of water and joined her on the couch. “Here.”

	“Merci.”

	Instead of drinking his water, however, Yuri set his glass on the 
coffee table and stretched his arm behind Sophie. He began lightly nibbling 
at her earlobe, causing Sophie to let out a girlish giggle.

	“Yuri, quit that! That tickles!”

	Yuri did as she asked and took her glass from her hand, setting it 
down beside his on the table. Resuming his seduction, he turned so that he 
was facing a blushing Sophie and caressed her cheek. “You are so beautiful, 
Sophie,” he murmured before kissing her once again.

	The kiss was deeper and more passionate than the ones they shared 
before. Yuri had sensed she didn’t have much experience in such matters, so 
he had held back, not wanting to come off too strong, too soon, and risk 
scaring her off. Sophie, however, had grown bolder and kissed him back with 
equal force, her hands wrapping around the base of his neck to pull him 
closer toward her.

	To Yuri’s surprise, Sophie climbed on top of him, straddling his lap 
as they continued kissing. He had to admit he preferred this more aggressive 
side to her and felt himself harden in response. He reached for the bow 
holding back her hair and untied it, using his fingers to unravel the braid 
so that her hair fell in loose sexy waves around her shoulders.

	“You are so hot,” he said, and for the first time, he actually meant 
it.

	Sophie’s cheeks went flush, but Yuri couldn’t tell if it was out of 
embarrassment or arousal. Perhaps it was a combination of both. His hands 
moved to slide off her bolero jacket, tossing it aside before reaching for 
the tiny zipper on the back of her dress.

	“Wait,” Sophie said breathlessly, pulling back and moving his hand 
away.

	Yuri fought the urge to swear aloud. “What is it?” he asked instead 
as she climbed off of him. “Don’t you want to?”

	She bit on her bottom lip, her eyes darting in the direction of 
Layla’s room. “Um, yes, but Layla’s here…”

	“Shall we move things to my room then?”

	She nodded, letting Yuri pull her up from the couch and lead her to 
his bedroom. Once inside, he locked the door behind him so that Layla 
wouldn’t accidentally walk in on them. He then took off his shoes and shirt, 
turning around to see Sophie had kicked off her heels and was standing with 
her back toward him at the foot of the bed, her long hair swept over one 
shoulder. Yuri got the hint and came up behind her, unzipping the dress and 
allowing it to fall down around her ankles. Sophie sucked in a sharp breath 
as he also unfastened her bra and began fondling her small breasts.

	“You know, this is my first time…doing this,” she admitted.

	As he kissed the back of her neck, Yuri murmured, “Is it?”

	Oh, great, she’s a virgin, he thought sardonically. This’ll be fun. 
Based on her aggressive behavior earlier, Yuri had hoped he had been 
mistaken about her lack of experience. He ought to have suspected as much, 
though. Leon didn’t seem the type who let many guys near his precious and 
pure little sister.

	“But I dreamed my first time would be with you,” she continued as 
Yuri raised up her arms, locking her hands behind his neck. “I always 
fantasized about you whenever…” She paused for a moment, hesitating before 
switching to her native French. “…quand je m'ai touchée.”

	“Comme ça?” he answered back, slipping his right hand under the 
waistband of her lacy panties.

	As one of his fingers slipped inside her, Sophie gasped. “Tu parles 
français?”

	Yuri smirked. In addition to English, he happened to be fluent in 
both French and Russian. “Oui,” he whispered into her ear while continuing 
to stroke her most intimate spot. “Assez parlé.”

	Sophie moaned softly, arching her back into him as Yuri found her 
pleasure point. Talking was the last thing either felt like doing in that 
moment. 	

*****

	“That was… That was…” Sophie shook her head and laid down on top of 
him, at a lost for words. “Magnifique,” she said once she had managed to 
catch her breath.

	“Was it now?” he asked, twirling a lock of her long hair around his 
finger.

	“Oui.”

	Yuri grinned, quite pleased with himself. He had to admit that 
sleeping with Sophie had been better than he expected, considering she had 
been a virgin. She had been inexperienced, certainly, but very eager to 
learn.

	They lay together for a few moments, neither of them saying 
anything, until Sophie glanced over at the alarm clock. It was about fifteen 
minutes before eleven.

	“Oh, no, I didn’t realize it was so late!” she exclaimed, gathering 
her discarded clothes from the floor. “Leon must be worried out of his mind. 
I need to get home.”

	“Do you want me to walk you back to your place?” Yuri asked, 
watching Sophie get dressed from his spot on the bed. He hoped she said 
“no”. He was exhausted and needed to get his rest for the competition 
tomorrow.

	Plus, he didn’t exactly fancy seeing Leon again, especially after 
what he had just done with his sister.

	“I’ll be fine. I’ll just take a cab.” She looked around the room, 
searching for something. “Where are my panties?” she muttered in French. 
“Oh, never mind…”

	Yuri sat back up, discarded his condom in the wastebasket near the 
bed, and pulled on a pair of pants. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

	They headed back out to the sitting room, Sophie grabbing her jacket 
before letting Yuri show her out. “I had a wonderful night tonight, Yuri,” 
she said out in the hall. “It will be a night I will always remember.”

	“Yeah, it was fun,” Yuri said from his spot in the open doorway.

	Sophie blushed and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. 
“Maybe…we could do it again sometime?”

	Yuri smiled. It was the opening he had been waiting for to put the 
final part of his grand plan into motion. “Sure, I’d like that,” he said. 
“I’ll call you tomorrow sometime. We can make plans then.” 

	“That sounds great,” she agreed, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him 
goodbye. “Au revoir.”

	“Au revoir, Sophie.”

	Yuri watched Sophie until she got on the elevator, then turned back 
around and closed the door behind him. He was startled to see Layla poking 
her head out from behind the door to her bedroom.

	“Who was that, Yuri?” she asked, rubbing at her eyes.

	Wondering how long she had been there, Yuri came up with a quick 
lie. “Just the maid. I asked her to have my suit pressed. When we win 
tomorrow, I want to look good for the cameras.”

	Her eyes glanced over at the two nearly-full glasses of water on the 
coffee table. She arched an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything about it, 
instead turning her attention back to Yuri. “Don’t stay up too late, Yuri,” 
she reminded him. “Tomorrow’s a big day.”

	“I was just about to go to bed.” He let out a yawn and stretched his 
arms over his head. “Goodnight, Layla.”

	“Goodnight.” She closed the door.

	Whistling to himself, Yuri returned to his own room and was about to 
undress again when he spotted something black and lacy on the floor, half 
hidden underneath the bedskirt. He reached down and scooped the item up, a 
self-satisfied smirk on his face as he held up Sophie’s missing panties. He 
wondered what Leon would think if he waved them around in front of him. 
Might be worth keeping in mind as Plan B, in case his plan for tomorrow 
failed and Sophie managed to make it to the competition on time. He stuffed 
the panties inside the gym bag he planned to take with him and crawled into 
bed.


DISCLAIMER: Kaleido Star doesn’t belong to me.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: Any comments and criticisms can be sent to me at 
ElysionDream@aol.com. Special thanks to Starsea, who helped me with some of 
my rusty high school French.

Glossary

Merci. - Thank you.

Bonsoir. - Good evening.

…quand je m'ai touchée. - …when I touched myself.

Comme ça? - Like this?

Tu parles français? - You speak French?

Oui. - Yes.

Assez parlé. - Stop talking.

Magnifique - Magnificent.

Au revoir. - Goodbye