Return of Black Lotus system:Taming Cheating Male Leads

Chapter 430: Chapter-430

Samuel watched her laugh, the sheer intensity of his adoration radiating off his massive frame. He reached out, his warm fingers gently resting against the edge of the mattress, positioned perfectly to catch her if she felt dizzy again.

"Young Miss," Samuel whispered hoarsely, his dark eyes locking onto hers through the slits of his mask. "Now that the trash inside the house has been thoroughly managed... what are your next orders for this servant? Whoever you want gone, you only need to utter their name."

Heena set the empty porcelain bowl down on the tray, her playful demeanor slowly sharpening into the razor-thin focus of a true tactical mastermind. The domestic revenge was essentially complete; the abusers had been crushed into the dirt. Now, it was time to deal with the real threat looming outside the Marquisate walls.

’System,’ Heena commanded internally. ’Boot up the global map. Let’s find out exactly where our rogue Regressor is hiding, and what kind of plot they are currently trying to cook up.’

’’[SYSTEM ALIGNING LOGS... TRACKING TIME-TRAVEL SIGNATURE... DETECTING TARGET LOCATED IN THE IMPERIAL CAPITAL...]’’

A slow, dangerous smile spread across heena face system asked in heena mind . Should we go now, host? Hearing that, Heena just waved him off in her mind and said, What the hurry? Let’s wait for a few more moments. After all, I cannot go search the whole capital for an unknown person.

Heena looked down at Samuel, a wicked, playful smile spreading across her lips. The tension of the upcoming capital trip dissolved, replaced by her favorite pastime: pushing her fiercely proper shadow guard right over the edge.

"Work, huh?" Heena cooed, her voice dropping into a lazy, teasing purr. "Of course. Why not? So, Mister Guard... how about you start your next assignment by taking off your clothes and letting this lady inspect your body?"

To emphasize her point, she slowly lifted her leg, pressing the sole of her silk slipper directly against the center of his massive, rock-solid chest. It was a dominant, scandalous gesture. The thin fabric of her indoor footwear allowed her to feel the rising heat of his skin through his tunic, meant to rattle his rigid sense of propriety.

The motion caused her silk robe to part slightly at the thigh, revealing a smooth stretch of pale, unblemished skin that caught the dim light of the room.

Samuel froze. Behind his wooden cat mask, his dark eyes dilated. He looked at the small foot resting against his chest, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm that Heena could practically feel through her shoe.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he slowly reached up, his massive, scarred hands hovering just over her bare ankle. His fingers twitched as if he wanted to grasp her but didn’t dare profane her skin without permission.

The sheer size difference between his rough hands and her delicate leg made the air in the room turn thick. Heena swallowed, her nipples hardening against the fine lace of her undergarments as the tension shifted.

"Well," Samuel rumbled, his deep voice carrying a sudden, smoky roughness that sent a tiny shiver down Heena’s spine. "If it is my lady’s direct order... how could this servant possibly say no?, but!"

Heena raised an eyebrow, amused. "But?"

Samuel slowly tilted his head, looking up at her from his knees. The fierce, terrifying aura of the elite assassin was gone, replaced by a gaze so intentionally pitiful, helpless, and deeply sorrowful that he looked like a virtuous maiden being cornered by a rogue noble.

"But..." Samuel whispered, his tone dripping with mock distress. "My lady is an unmarried young lady of the highest nobility. What on earth would the people say if word got out that you have defiled this innocent servant of yours? My reputation would be ruined."

Heena stared at him, a pretty pout forming on her lips.

"Oh my, I completely forgot," she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "After all, if your reputation is ruined, how would you find a wife, Mr. Guard?"

As she spoke, Samuel leaned in slightly, subtly nuzzling his chest against her silk-clad foot. The friction sent a warm jolt through her, and she reacted by shifting her weight, drawing her leg a fraction higher.

The movement pulled her hem up further, exposing the soft curve of her thigh and the delicate expanse of her bare legs. Samuel’s gaze locked onto the sight, his jaw tightening as he fought to maintain his composure while her soft skin brushed against his heavy chest.

He bit his lip, his voice straining. "No, my lady... I am already married."

Heena blinked, looking at him with a sudden flash of genuine surprise, followed by a theatrical wave of disappointment. "Oh my, really? Married? Who is this clever woman who managed to claim you before anyone else?"

He looked up at her, his eyes steady behind the mask. "My wife is wonderful, Your Highness. She is the most beautiful, most intelligent woman I have ever known."

A spark of competitive heat flared in Heena’s chest. She leaned forward, pressing her foot firmly against his chest, forcing him to feel the deliberate weight of her command. The posture caused the neckline of her bodice to dip, offering him a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.

"So," she murmured, her voice dropping an octave. "Your wife is even more beautiful than me?"

Samuel didn’t blink. "Yes, my lady."

Heena’s eyes narrowed playfully. With a sharp exhale, she delivered a mocking kick to his chest, sending the massive guard sliding backward across the polished floor. She looked down at him, her chin tilted high.

"So you mean to say that some ordinary woman out there, your wife, is more beautiful than me?" A haughty, demanding tone bled into her words, though her gaze remained intensely fixed on him.

Samuel adjusted his stance on the floor, looking up at her with unbothered calm. "Well, yes, my lady."

"Good heavens," Heena breathed, stepping closer until she stood directly over him. "Do you have any idea what I could do to you? And yet you dare defy me for the sake of a mere woman?"

"Of course I know the risks, my lady," he answered, his tone perfectly even, yet his eyes traced the elegant curve of her hips. "But you asked me a direct question, and I simply answered it honestly."

"Uh-huh."

This time, a sharp note of forcefulness entered her demeanor. She lunged forward, her fingers threading into the heavy fabric of his tunic, gripping him tightly to pull him close. Her breasts brushed against his shoulder as she narrowed the distance between them, her breath hot against his cheek.

"How about this, then?" Heena whispered, her lips practically brushing the edge of his mask. "This lady wants to see just how much you truly love this so-called wife of yours. Let us find out who is superior between her and me."

Samuel didn’t resist as she forcefully hauled him forward by his lapels. His massive body shifted closer, his knees framing the edge of the mattress as he leaned over her, completely eclipsing the light in the room.

The distance between them vanished, leaving them close enough for Heena to feel the hot, rapid breath escaping the slits of his wooden mask.