Return of Black Lotus system:Taming Cheating Male Leads

Chapter 437: Chapter-437

Heena’s gaze dragged slowly down his exposed chest, her eyes lingering just long enough to make him swallow hard, before snapping back to his face. "Though I must admit, looking at what’s on display... I might have to pay double just to keep you all to myself. Tell me, boss, do you always welcome your special guests with so much skin, or am I just exceptionally lucky tonight?"

"A-Ah..." The boss chuckled breathlessly, his smooth composure completely fracturing for a split second as he took a half-step back, totally overwhelmed by her unhinged counter-attack. "You... you really are a dangerous one, aren’t you, sweetheart?"

’CRACK.’

The sound of shattering wood violently broke the heavy, seductive tension in the air.

Both of them turned their heads toward the entrance. Samuel was still standing there, but the heavy mahogany door frame he had been leaning against was now completely crushed into splinters inside his bare, trembling fist. A dark, terrifyingly purple aura of pure, unadulterated jealousy was practically boiling off his shoulders. The six Shadow Guards hiding in the rafters were all sweating profusely, silently praying that their commander wouldn’t literally level the entire five-story building in a fit of marital rage.

Samuel’s eyes were completely bloodshot behind his wooden mask. He looked at the boss’s exposed chest, then at Heena’s hand still holding the man’s pipe, and felt a sensation like his soul was being ripped out of his body and stomped on.

’She’s flirting back,’ Samuel’s mind screamed in absolute, agonizing despair. ’My wife is actively seducing a middle-aged male courtesan right in front of my face!’

The master of the brothel chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated with deep amusement. He leaned in just a fraction closer, the sweet scent of cherry tobacco swirling between them. "Well, well... with all this delicious talk, my dear sweetheart, are you entirely sure you want ’me’? After all, I have an abundance of beautiful young boys right here."

With a lazy, theatrical wave of his hand, he gestured toward the line of courtesans. The men instantly shifted their postures, casting sultry, doe-eyed glances and parting their lips in a display of pure, synchronized temptation. Honestly, even top-tier supermodels from the modern era would look like absolute amateurs compared to the jaw-dropping visuals currently radiating from these people.

But Heena was a veteran Black Lotus on a tight corporate deadline. She didn’t blink.

Instead, her lips curled into a wicked, devastatingly confident smirk. She stepped fully into his personal space, tilting her head with supreme arrogance. Slowly, deliberately, she extended a single leather-gloved finger, placing it right beneath the master’s chin and forcing him to lift his gaze to meet hers.

"Well, my dear... what’s wrong?" Heena purred, her voice dropping into a dangerously playful pitch. "Did you get too old? Or has that handsome waist of yours become too weak to handle me?"

The master’s face instantly flushed a brilliant, genuine shade of crimson. It had been decades since anyone had dared to tease him so ruthlessly. Recovering his composure with a breathless laugh, the color returned to his pale, striking features as he looked down at her. "Oh my... I have to say, young lady, you are really trying to make this old man strip out of his clothes right here and now."

Heena didn’t back down for a single millisecond. Her eyes gleamed with a heavy, unhinged ambiguity that could make a saint sin. "Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind doing it right here in the lobby... but are you sure you can handle the audience, sweetheart?"

The master completely froze. He stared into her sharp, fearless eyes, realizing this magnificent creature was entirely serious—and entirely untamable. A thrilled, dangerous smile spread across his face.

He whipped his head back and shouted toward the upper balconies, his voice commanding and absolute: "Prepare the special room!"

A collective shockwave rippled through the entire establishment. Gasping, the beautiful courtesans froze in absolute disbelief. ’The special room?!’ That legendary suite was a sacred ground. It was the private quarters only used by the master back when he was in his twenties and the undisputed king of the capital’s nightlife. Ever since he retired to run the business from the shadows, no one—absolutely no one, no matter how wealthy, powerful, or royal—had been allowed inside. Who on earth was this mysterious, dashing youth to make the legendary master reopen those doors?

But the master didn’t need to repeat himself. Sensing the gravity of the situation, the staff frantically nodded and scrambled up the stairs to prepare the room in record time.

Meanwhile, the man with the most utterly devastated, apocalyptic expression in the entire universe was still Samuel.

He was standing frozen by the shattered doorframe, his soul practically leaving his body through his mouth. His world wasn’t just destroyed—it was atomized. His pure, innocent, beautiful wife... had been completely led astray by these shameless, half-naked bastards! He was currently experiencing a level of mental agony that transcended human understanding.

And entirely unrelated to this chaotic scene, deep within the grand estate of the Marquisate...

’Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!’

Four synchronized, violent sneezes echoed through the luxurious corridors. The four grand lords and grooms of the household simultaneously rubbed their noses, looking around in utter confusion, a sudden, inexplicable chill running down their spines as if someone, somewhere, was completely ruining their family reputation.

Getting to the special room was a breeze, the crowd parting like the Red Sea before the master. But the moment Gu Jiyoung (master name) crossed the threshold with Heena right behind him, the heavy wooden door began to swing shut.

Samuel lunged forward, his massive frame ready to breach the room, but a slender hand suddenly pressed firmly against his chest.

One of the beautiful male courtesans stood in his way, blocking the entrance. Samuel’s chest heaved, a low, animalistic growl vibrating from the depths of his throat. The sheer, suffocating pressure he released made the courtesan’s breath catch, but to Samuel’s fury, the man didn’t back down.

The courtesan offered a tight, polite smile, though his fingers trembled slightly against Samuel’s leather coat. "You are not allowed to go in, you see? Only the master’s chosen guest enters the special suite."

"Let me go. Right now," Samuel hissed. His eyes behind his wooden mask were entirely bloodshot, gleaming with a terrifying, murderous intent that would have made a seasoned mercenary wet themselves.

Yet, even though this courtesan wasn’t some burly, muscular guard, his eyes didn’t show a single blink of genuine fear. His smile widened, sharp and entirely artificial. "You are not allowed to go, you see? That’s the rule."

Samuel’s hand instantly dropped to the hilt of his sword, the metal clicking threateningly. But before his blade could clear the scabbard, a silver, razor-thin throwing knife materialized out of thin air between the courtesan’s fingers, pressed directly toward Samuel’s throat.

Glancing back, Heena raised an eyebrow, thoroughly impressed. ’’Ah, so that’s why this place doesn’t need heavy external security,’’ she thought, a spark of professional appreciation lighting up her eyes. ’’These gorgeous men aren’t just eye candy. They’re trained vipers.’’

Seeing Samuel about to literally paint the hallway red, Heena snapped.