novelraw Chapter 312 --312
Chapter 312 --312
But that self-control was also completely useless in certain situations.
Because if Samuel REALLY wanted to escape, he absolutely had the physical strength to throw Heena off him. He was taller, heavier, with more muscle mass and training in self-defense.
But he wasn’t doing that.
So Heena understood immediately: ’This bastard doesn’t want to do this himself—doesn’t want to be the one to initiate or admit he wants it—but he DOES want it to happen. He just needs ME to take the responsibility and the lead.’
’Damn fucking moronic repressed virgin,’ she thought with exasperation even as she continued her assault on his clothing.
She finally managed to pull open his outer robe, and her hand landed on his stomach—
And she froze completely.
Wait.
She touched it again, more carefully this time.
She looked down at what she was feeling, then back up at Samuel’s face with absolute shock.
She couldn’t believe what she was touching.
This was NONSENSE.
HOW THE HELL did this scholarly man have defined ABS?! Like, not just some muscle tone, but actual EIGHT-PACK definition that she could feel distinctly under her palm?!
There were no gyms in this world! No fitness regimens! How was this physically possible?!
Samuel’s face had turned completely RED—like a tomato, absolutely scarlet with embarrassment.
But Heena controlled her shock and continued her mission.
She reached down to untie his pants—
Got them partially open—
Looked down—
And immediately LET GO and scrambled backward off the bed.
She stood there, staring down at him with wide eyes, then at his face, then down again.
Samuel hurriedly sat up, looking mortified, trying to retie his clothes.
Heena held up both hands in a gesture of retreat and said, "I’m sorry. I apologize. I was wrong."
Because she had just gotten a very clear view of exactly what Samuel had been hiding under all those modest robes.
And it was... substantial.
Like, REALLY substantial.
Possibly too substantial for someone of her relatively petite build to handle comfortably.
’That thing is ENORMOUS,’ she thought with genuine alarm. ’It’s too large. That’s going to HURT. Like, seriously hurt. So no. NO. Thank you for the offer, but absolutely not.’
She turned around to make her escape, fully intending to flee from the situation she’d created.
"Ha ha ha," she said with forced cheerfulness, backing toward the door. "You know what, I just remembered—I should probably check on my mother-in-law Maya! She was crying earlier today, and as a dutiful daughter-in-law, I really should—"
She didn’t finish the sentence.
Because suddenly her wrist was caught from behind in an iron grip.
She was pulled backward with surprising force and found herself falling onto the bed.
The entire scene REVERSED in an instant.
Now Heena was on the BOTTOM, lying on her back on the bed.
And Samuel was on TOP, looming over her with an expression she’d never seen on his face before.
His usual careful control was completely gone. His eyes were dark and intense, his breathing slightly heavy, his grip on her wrist firm but not painful.
He looked down at her and said in a voice that was low and dangerous, "Where exactly are you going, wife?"
Hearing that tone—so completely different from his usual polite, scholarly manner—Heena actually GULPED nervously.
"Ha ha ha," she said, her laugh sounding much less confident now. "My lord, I really do need to—I mean, I should probably check on your stepmother, you know? My mother-in-law? She’s in distress and I should—"
Samuel put his free hand on the bed directly beside her face, caging her in with his body.
He leaned closer and said, echoing her own words back to her:
"Right now, even if my ENTIRE ancestry died, even if YOUR whole family came here demanding your presence, you are NOT leaving this room."
And somehow, when HE said those words in that deep, authoritative voice, the effect was completely different from when Heena had said them earlier.
When she’d said it, she’d sounded like she was trying to be intimidating—like acting tough, playing a role.
But when Samuel said the exact same words, Heena felt an actual TREMOR run down her entire body—a shiver that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with a completely different kind of anticipation.
’Oh,’ Heena thought with a mixture of shock and... excitement? ’Oh no. He’s not a scared rabbit anymore. He’s—’
Samuel’s other hand came up to cup her face gently, his thumb brushing across her cheek.
"You’ve been pushing and teasing and seducing me for two days," he said quietly, his eyes locked on hers. "Making me flustered, running away when I get too close, then coming back to tease me more."
His thumb traced along her lower lip.
"Did you think there wouldn’t be consequences for that? Did you think I’d just keep running away forever?"
Heena tried to think of something witty to say, some way to regain control of the situation.
But her mind had gone completely blank.
All she could focus on was the weight of him over her, the heat of his body, the intensity in his eyes, the gentle-but-firm way he was touching her.
"I... I didn’t mean to..." she started weakly.
Samuel smiled—actually SMILED—but it wasn’t his usual polite, careful smile.
This was something else entirely. Something that made Heena’s heart race faster.
"Oh, I think you meant EXACTLY what you were doing," he said. "You wanted to see if you could break my control. If you could make me give in to wanting you."
He leaned even closer, his lips almost touching her ear as he whispered:
"Congratulations, wife. You succeeded."
And then he kissed her.
Not tentatively, not nervously like someone inexperienced.
But deeply, confidently, with clear intent.
Heena’s eyes widened in shock for a moment before they fluttered closed.
Her hands, which had been raised defensively, slowly lowered to rest against his chest—not pushing him away, but just... touching. Feeling.
The System, who had been watching this entire interaction with growing horror and fascination, suddenly squeaked and disappeared.
"NOPE!" his voice echoed from somewhere in the spirit realm. "I’m OUT! I do NOT need to witness this! Host, you’re on your own! I’ll see you tomorrow! Or the next day! Or whenever you’re DONE!"
But neither Heena nor Samuel noticed his departure.
They were entirely focused on each other.
On the kiss that was deepening, becoming more intense.
On hands that were beginning to explore, tentative but increasingly bold.
The scent of expensive incense, jasmine, and the lingering, sharp tang of the high-quality tea Heena had been drinking earlier filled the room. It was a heavy, intoxicating atmosphere that seemed to press in on the four walls of the imperial-style bedroom. Heena felt the weight of Samuel above her—not the crushing weight of a burden, but a solid, searing heat that made her previous bravado feel like a childish game of tag.
Samuel’s kiss was deep and surprisingly skilled for someone who had spent most of his life buried in books and self-restraint. Heena’s mind spun. One second she was trying to run away, the next she was pinned beneath him, her lips being claimed so thoroughly that her toes curled against the soft silk of the mattress.