Sam didn’t even have ti to utter a word, let alone appraise the unimaginable and inimitable perfection of the other’s physique.
He was pushed under the shower, instantly drenched by the warm water cascading over him. Then, he saw Angel, naked, tiptoeing towards him, stretching her arms to wrap around his shoulders, and... kissed him.
What was happening? Why so sudden?
Sam didn’t know. He hadn’t had the chance to speak since entering, and now, found himself speechless.
He could only feel Angel’s soft breasts against his bare chest. Her kiss, fervent with intense desire, was almost too clear to need any words; Sam could feel it all.
He felt the warm water soaking him as thoroughly as the day’s heavy rain.
He felt Angel’s tongue wildly invading his mouth. He felt her moist, delicate hands continuously caressing his body...
He could feel everything, yet he couldn’t understand why Angel would do this so abruptly.
Even in such circumstances...
Sam felt sowhat fortunate he hadn’t worn a shirt, or it would have been soaked as well... But what about his trousers, now completely wet from the shower?
And very soon, Sam felt his trousers being pulled off. Well, they were already wet anyway... But wait! Why take off his trousers?!
Sam finally managed to extricate himself from this unexpected intimacy, pushing Angel away with a bit of force. Both were panting heavily.
Sam tried his best not to look at Angel’s body, knowing that if he did, he wouldn’t know how to control himself.
The perfection of her body, skin glistening with water droplets, flushed slightly pink from the warm water.
Not to ntion those sensitive areas that no one but Sam could appreciate...
Coupled with Angel’s wet hair and her desire-filled gaze locked onto him.
How could one describe this scene? It was like the climactic plot in a post-rain tale, featuring a drenched, fallen girl and a struggling, bewildered boy led by desire.
"Are you... crazy?" Sam struggled to calm his emotions, then tried to put his trousers back on as calmly as possible.
Although Sam tried to appear calm, his erect penis betrayed his inner turmoil, revealing that his emotions were anything but steady.
Surprisingly, Angel didn’t stop him from putting on his trousers. Instead, she turned off the shower and took a black sealed bag from Sam’s hands.
"It’s nothing, just wanted to experience what we didn’t get to earlier."
"What do you an by what we didn’t get to earlier?"
Sam was confused by her words. Angel, drying herself with a towel, seed utterly calm, as if nothing had happened. The swift fading of desire from her deanor caught Sam off guard. When had Angel beco so composed?
"I’ve already said it’s nothing."
"Isn’t this a bit absurd? You pull in here, do all that, and then act as if it’s no big deal?"
While putting on her bras and panties, Angel turned her back to Sam.
"Help with this."
"...Can you explain first?"
"Do it first."
Sam reached out, clumsily fastening the clasp of her bra, facing Angel’s graceful back.
Angel seed pleased with his effort. Turning around, clad in her underwear, she radiated a different kind of beauty—noble and elegant.
Angel smiled. "You seem disappointed. Is it because I didn’t go further, leaving you unsatisfied?"
Sam couldn’t be bothered to respond, casually grabbing the towel Angel had used to wipe his face and hair, and then his cock. Angel, watching this scene, didn’t stop him, her lips moving slightly, her eyes flickering.
"I’m just worried you got the wrong idea, making all anxious. Don’t do this again," Sam sighed.
Angel gently opened the bathroom door. "Don’t worry, if there’s a next ti... it will be unforgettable."
Unforgettable? In what sense?
Sam couldn’t imagine what she would do next. Why did it feel like coming back to his hotown had sohow endowed her with magical powers that were evolving?
He was puzzled, but the girl in front turned her head again.
"Ah, right, my clothes, including my underwear, you’ll wash them for . Don’t let anyone else touch them, okay?"
"...I’m not your nanny."
"Didn’t you say carrying was your honor before?"
She really couldn’t distinguish sarcasm. Clearly, he had been mocking before!
Sam looked at her helplessly. "Can I take that statent back?"
Angel laughed lightly, a sound filled with contempt yet also brimming with pride. "Just like your honor, I’ll take every part of your body into account."
With that, Angel finally left the bathroom, this ti without looking back.
Sam sighed, touching his damp hair.
Damn it, he needed to change his clothes again!
His father ca ho late, and dinner passed without much incident. His mother expressed mild concern about the relentless storm, ntioning that the weather forecast predicted at least two more days of rain.
For Sam, this was good news. No need to go out, no need to worry about further mishaps.
Angel showed no particular reaction, remaining exceptionally calm.
Ava occasionally cast probing glances at both Sam and Angel, but seed unable to detect any clues or slip-ups.
Finally, he could go back to his room to rest.
Sam shed the day’s fatigue. Today’s events weren’t particularly bizarre, just punctuated by a storm. But why did the image of Angel kissing him in the bathroom keep coming to mind?
Was the scene unforgettable, the experience too strange, or was it just... well, Sam was admittedly quite lascivious.
Just thinking about that mont made his body involuntarily heat up.
That damn sexual desire.
It was like a bullet in the chamber, bound to be fired.
He needed to cool down.
Of course, not by masturbating.
Sam’s thod of calming down involved taking out his phone, browsing his contacts, and then sending a photo.
Of course, it wasn’t anything inappropriate but a simple landscape photo he had taken that afternoon.
The recipient was soone who could surely bring his thoughts back to earth, preventing any wild fantasies.
Sophie: [What are you sending ?]
Sam: [Nothing much, just a picture of my hotown Cedarwood.]
Sophie: [The scenery’s not bad... Why are you sending a picture? Didn’t we say no more contacting each other?]
Sam: [It’s nothing. I sent it to a group, you’re the only one who replied. Didn’t expect that.]
Sophie: [Get out of my contacts.]
Sam: [Just kidding~ Just checking if you’ve fallen asleep yet, why are you still up?]
Sophie: [About to go to sleep.]
Sam: [It’s raining heavily here, what about Kuhang?]
Sophie, holding her phone and propping her chin on a pillow, frowned. She glanced outside, where raindrops pattered against the window.
Sophie: [This rain is widespread, affecting several states.]
Sam: [Don’t you feel like we’re experiencing the sa rain, making the distance between us seem not so far?]
The phone’s glow illuminated Sophie’s face, highlighting a faint blush on her cheeks.
Sophie: [Why do you sound so... slick all of a sudden?]
Sam: [Do you like it?]
Sophie: [...I’m about to throw up.]
Sophie tapped her phone aggressively, as if not just touching the screen but slapping soone’s face.
Sam: [Hahaha, isn’t it said that people like to share their deepest feelings late at night?]
Sophie: [Sorry, that’s a negative for .]
Sam: [Really?]
...
Sam: [Hey, hey, hey? Still there?]
...
Sam: [Sophie is a big dummy.]
Sophie: [Sam, you’re dead when you get back!!!]
...
Sophie: [Where are you?]
...
Sophie: [Sam!!!]
...
With a "thump," Sophie, frustrated, threw her phone onto the bed.
The rainy night, usually perfect for sleep, now left her chest heaving with anger, completely dispelling any trace of sleepiness.
"How can soone be like that?!"
"...Sister, just have a nice chat with Sam."
"Why should I chat with him? He’s the one harassing !"
"But you still replied to his ssages... Eh, eh, eh, I won’t say anymore, I won’t say anymore."
"Sophia."
"Hmm?"
"Suddenly, I don’t really want you to et him anymore."
"Eh, eh, eh?! How can that be, sister? You promised!"
"Why, can’t I change my mind? Besides, he’s made angry."
"No, sister~~ please, I’m begging you~~ you’re the best, sister~"
"Hmph."
Sam indeed didn’t reply to any ssages because he had fallen asleep.
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Indeed, to calm himself down, he had to transfer his restlessness to soone else.
As for whether it would burden Sophie psychologically... not at all!
Girls like Sophie exist almost as if they’re begging to be "teased"—stubborn and always trying to prove themselves.
This sleep... no, these past two days, Sam slept very well.
The storm indeed lasted for two days, and with nothing else to do, Sam occasionally witnessed Ava provoking Angel, only to be effortlessly subdued by the Heiress, which frustrated her.
Sam treated it as if watching a drama.
And sotis, Angel would ask Sam to accompany her to sleep, but nothing else happened. Sohow, not being handsy made Sam sowhat uncomfortable.
Sam felt that Angel’s restraint seed deliberate, as if she was plotting sothing big.
Sothing was off; he had to be careful...
Sam got up as usual, rubbed his hair, put on his clothes, and went downstairs.
He heard so lively conversation below.
Thinking it was his family, Sam greeted them as he descended.
"Good morning... Eh?"
But he froze the next second.
Because, besides his sister Ava, there were two unfamiliar yet beautiful faces turning to look at him.
Their eyes widened the mont they saw Sam.
"Wow!!!"
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