Return of Black Lotus system:Taming Cheating Male Leads

Chapter 311 --311

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’’[Day Two - Morning Hair Washing]’’

The next morning arrived with perfect weather—sunny but not too hot, with a gentle breeze.

Samuel had clearly been dreading this commitment he’d made, but he was too honorable to back out now.

He helped Heena heat water and prepare the washing area with stiff, awkward movements.

Heena made everything as easy and non-threatening as possible.

She sat on a low stool with her back to him, her hair draped over the edge of the washing basin.

"Just pour the water slowly and help me rinse out the soap," she instructed. "I can do most of it one-handed, I just need help with the parts I can’t reach."

Samuel poured water with extreme care, as if handling explosives.

His hands accidentally brushed against her neck and shoulders a few times while helping to distribute the soap and rinse it out.

Each time, he flinched like he’d been burned.

But he didn’t run away.

Gradually, over the course of the washing process, his movements became slightly less tense.

He was actually helping, actually touching her hair and shoulders, actually being physically close to her—and nothing terrible was happening.

Heena kept up a stream of casual conversation about neutral topics—the weather, household matters, upcoming business meetings.

Nothing romantic. Nothing suggestive.

Just... comfortable companionship.

By the end of the hair washing, Samuel had relaxed enough to actually seem somewhat at ease.

"Thank you so much," Heena said warmly as she wrapped her clean hair in a cloth. "That was much easier than trying to do it one-handed."

"You’re welcome," Samuel said, and he actually sounded sincere rather than terrified.

Progress.

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’’[Day Two - Afternoon Escalation]’’

That afternoon, Heena "accidentally" arranged for them to collide in a doorway.

She was carrying a stack of books from Samuel’s study (helping to organize some business documents) and he was entering at the same time.

They bumped into each other, and Heena "stumbled" slightly.

Samuel’s instinct was to catch her—his hands automatically going to her waist to steady her.

For a moment, they were very close. Face to face. His hands on her waist, her hands braced against his chest for balance.

Their eyes met.

Samuel’s breath caught.

Heena smiled softly and said, "Thank you for catching me."

Then she stepped back naturally, creating distance before he could panic.

"Sorry for being clumsy," she added lightly, continuing past him as if nothing significant had happened.

Samuel stood frozen in the doorway for several seconds, his hands still tingling from where they’d touched her waist.

He looked confused, flustered, and—if Heena’s assessment was correct—definitely affected.

’Step two complete,’ she thought with satisfaction. ’Physical touch in a "protective" context established. He’s starting to associate touching me with positive feelings instead of pure terror.’

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’’[Day Two - Evening Final Push]’’

That evening, Heena made her final move.

They were having dinner together in their quarters—a simple meal, nothing fancy.

Heena had deliberately worn a soft, flowing robe in pale blue—feminine and pretty, but not aggressively seductive. Her hair was partially up with some loose strands framing her face.

She looked beautiful but gentle. Approachable.

Heena looked at Samuel with what she thought was her most alluring expression and said in an exaggeratedly sugary voice, "Husband~"

The reaction was immediate and catastrophic.

Samuel literally took FIVE rapid steps backward, essentially crawling away from her like she was a deadly predator.

Seeing this absolutely ridiculous response, Heena—who had been reclining gracefully on the small couch trying to look seductive—completely snapped.

She literally threw her chopsticks across the room with a clatter.

She stood up abruptly, planted one foot directly on the dinner table—yes, right on the table where their food was still sitting—and unceremoniously shoved all the dishes to the side with her leg, sending bowls sliding across the surface.

Then she leaned forward, grabbed Samuel by the collar of his robe with both hands, and yanked him toward her with surprising strength.

"What the FUCKING hell are you?!" she demanded, her voice no longer sweet but absolutely furious. "Some kind of EUNUCH or something?! Are you physically incapable?! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"

Samuel, still caught in her grip, was literally trembling—though whether from fear or something else was unclear.

He looked at her with wide eyes and said in a shaky voice, "W-wife, please sit down. You should calm down. This isn’t—"

"CALM DOWN?!" Heena interrupted, her eyes blazing with rage and sexual frustration. "CALM MY FOOT! You—!" She shook him slightly by his collar. "Are you even a MAN or some kind of MONK who took celibacy vows?! Just SAY IT!"

Hearing that direct attack on his masculinity, Samuel’s face flushed bright red and he said with more force, "I am NOT a monk!"

"Oh REALLY?!" Heena shot back. "Then let’s CHECK, shall we?!"

And with that declaration, she literally grabbed his collar with both hands and DRAGGED him.

Samuel stumbled to his feet, trying to maintain balance as she pulled him across the room.

"Wife! Wait! I have—I have work to do! My father—yes, my father is sick! I need to check on him! He’s a heart patient! I should really—"

Hearing these desperate excuses, Heena paused just long enough to look at him, her eyes absolutely blazing with fury.

"Even if your ENTIRE ANCESTRY died right this second," she said with deadly calm, "even if every single one of your relatives from the past thousand years came back as ghosts to haunt this room, you are NOT leaving this place tonight."

With that pronouncement, she literally THREW him onto the bed with surprising force.

Samuel landed on his back with a startled yelp.

"You FUCKING moron," Heena said, standing over him and beginning to untie her outer robe.

The garment fell open, revealing the simple underclothes beneath—and more importantly, revealing the curves and lines of her body that she’d been deliberately concealing.

She gestured at herself from head to toe with one hand and said with absolute confidence:

"Just LOOK at this! This body is so beautiful that even EMPERORS would get down on their knees just for the PRIVILEGE of seeing me like this! Powerful men have begged for the honor! And YOU—YOU dare to keep REJECTING me?!"

Hearing his wife talk about emperors and other men in such a context, Samuel made a strangled sound and said, "Don’t—don’t talk about other men like that when you’re—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Heena interrupted, leaning down over him with her face close to his.

Her expression was a mixture of outrage and wounded pride.

"I am THIS beautiful! I am such a gorgeous woman that people literally prostrate themselves begging just to MARRY me! And you—you have the audacity to keep AVOIDING me like I’m some kind of disease?!"

With that, she reached down and grabbed the ties of his robe.

"What, are you so UGLY underneath that you can’t let me see?! HUH?! Is THAT the problem?!"

She began pulling at his robe, trying to open it.

Samuel was fighting back—sort of. He was making sounds of protest, grabbing weakly at her hands, trying to maintain his modesty.

But Heena noticed something crucial: he wasn’t actually fighting hard.

These principled, controlled men were often the physically STRONGEST when it came to restraining their impulses and maintaining their carefully constructed self-control.