Return of Black Lotus system:Taming Cheating Male Leads

Chapter 326 --326

It wouldn’t even be thirteen full seconds after Heena finished arranging the ropes to her satisfaction.

She was just stepping back to admire her handiwork—Samuel thoroughly restrained, looking both alarmed and resigned to his fate—when suddenly she saw him bend forward as much as the ropes allowed, groaning loudly in apparent pain.

His face twisted in a grimace, and he was suddenly covered in sweat.

Seeing this unexpected development, Heena frowned and said with concern, "What’s wrong with you?"

She moved closer cautiously.

But Samuel didn’t answer. He just continued groaning, his breathing becoming labored and harsh.

Because of the ropes binding him to the bed, he couldn’t move freely or curl up into a more comfortable position. He just lay there, groaning in obvious distress.

Seeing his genuine-looking pain, Heena hurriedly walked toward the bed, her earlier predatory confidence shifting to worried confusion.

’What’s happening? Did I tie the ropes too tight? Is he having some kind of medical crisis?’

As she reached the bedside, she leaned over him, looking at his sweat-covered face with growing alarm.

"What’s wrong? What happened?" she demanded.

Samuel managed to gasp out: "My stomach..."

"Your stomach?" Heena repeated with confusion. "What happened to your stomach? Did you eat something bad?"

As she reached out to touch his abdomen to assess the problem, suddenly Heena’s instincts SCREAMED at her.

That sixth sense that had kept her alive through multiple dangerous worlds, that combat-honed awareness that had saved her countless times—it was blaring an alarm.

’MOVE. NOW. IT’S A TRAP.’

She tried to jerk backward, raising one hand defensively.

But it was already too late.

Samuel had anticipated her reaction.

In one swift, fluid motion—moving with the speed and precision of a trained martial artist, NOT a sedentary scholar—he grabbed Heena’s wrist and PULLED.

She was yanked forward off-balance.

Then he somehow twisted his body despite the "restraining" ropes, and suddenly Heena found herself THROWN down onto the bed.

Pinned.

Her body pressed into the mattress, both her hands captured and held firmly above her head by Samuel’s single large hand, his weight settling over her in a completely dominant position.

The ropes that had been "restraining" him were now hanging loosely from the bedposts, clearly no longer serving any functional purpose.

"Ugh!" Heena grimaced in pain as she landed hard on the bed, the air knocked partially from her lungs.

She looked up at Samuel’s face hovering above hers and said with a mixture of annoyance and grudging respect: "You sneaky, manipulative, ANNOYING man. When did you untie those ropes?!"

Hearing that accusation, Samuel looked down at her with a brilliant, triumphant SMILE and said, "Well, didn’t YOU say that I should learn PATIENCE, wife? I was simply learning patience—waiting for the perfect moment to turn the tables."

Heena looked at him with eyes that promised future revenge.

Then Samuel raised his right hand—the one not currently pinning her wrists—and showed her his fingers.

Particularly his first two fingers, which had some slight rope burn marks on them.

Heena was utterly DUMBFOUNDED.

"Did you just—did you just use your FINGERS to untie those ropes?!" she asked with disbelief.

Those ropes were as thick as her wrist! They had multiple tight knots! How could he possibly have undone them with just his fingers, and so quietly that she hadn’t noticed?!

Hearing her shocked question, Samuel just smiled mysteriously.

Heena stared at him and asked seriously, "Are you REALLY a scholar? Or are you secretly some kind of soldier or martial artist?"

That level of finger strength and dexterity wasn’t normal. Those rope-manipulation skills weren’t something a typical merchant’s son would possess.

Samuel looked down at her with an indulgent smile and said, "Well, if you have such a beautiful wife like you—"

He reached down with his free hand to gently touch her chin.

Heena immediately tried to BITE his fingers like a trapped animal.

Samuel quickly pulled his hand back, laughing, and said, "Little tigress! At least let me finish my romantic line before you try to maim me!"

Heena glared at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense and let me UP."

Hearing that demand, Samuel laughed out loud—genuinely, joyfully amused—and said, "Well, we can talk about my mysterious skills later. Right now, let’s focus on something much more important..."

With that declaration, his hand started moving under her loosened outer robe, fingers tracing along her waist with clear intent.

Heena couldn’t help the small sound that escaped her throat—something between a gasp and a moan.

She looked up at him and said accusingly, trying to maintain some dignity: "Don’t you feel ASHAMED right now? Attacking your wife like this after pretending to be in pain?"

Samuel lowered his head, his mouth coming close to hers, and said softly, "Ashamed?"

He kissed her lips gently, teasingly.

Then pulled back just enough to whisper against her mouth: "Why would I feel ashamed? Didn’t YOU say earlier that this is YOUR room and I am YOUR husband?"

He kissed her again, deeper this time.

"So according to your own logic, dear wife, there’s nothing shameful about a husband being intimate with his wife in their private quarters."

Heena wanted to argue with that reasoning—wanted to point out the hypocrisy, the manipulation, the unfairness of using her own words against her.

But Samuel’s mouth was moving from her lips to her jaw, then down to her neck, and coherent thought was becoming increasingly difficult.

"You... you cheated..." she managed to say. "You faked being sick..."

"I learned from the best," Samuel murmured against her throat. "My very clever wife taught me that strategic deception is acceptable when pursuing important objectives."

His hand slid higher under her robe.

"And what could be more important than this?"

Heena tried one more time to maintain her position of authority: "I was supposed to be in CONTROL tonight. That was the PLAN."

Samuel lifted his head to look at her, and his expression was soft but absolutely unrepentant.

"Plans change, wife. Didn’t you also teach me to be adaptable?, now lets play the adult game "

Heena gasped as Samuel’s words sent a sudden shiver down her spine. The playful, competitive banter was evaporating, quickly replaced by a thick, heavy tension that made the air in the room feel scorching.

His hand, previously tracing the curve of her waist, deftly moved to the silk tie of her inner robe. With a single, effortless flick of those surprisingly strong fingers, the knot gave way.

"You..." Heena breathed out, her chest heaving as the cool night air brushed against her flushed skin, immediately chased by the searing heat of Samuel’s touch sliding up her bare side.

"I told you," Samuel murmured, his voice dropping a full octave, losing every trace of his scholarly mildness. "I am a very fast learner, wife."

He captured her lips again, completely devouring any further protests she might have formed. This kiss wasn’t teasing or playful like the last; it was deep, demanding, and utterly possessive. He tasted of dark tea and something intoxicatingly male, overwhelming her sharpened senses.

His free hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to expose the elegant, vulnerable line of her neck.

"Mmm"