Sam had long anticipated that anything happening to him would be magnified and then beco serious.
He just hadn’t expected that upon hearing the news, Zoe would react so violently.
She grabbed Sam’s throat as if she had lost her sanity in an instant, swinging from the extre of desire to the extre of anger and resentnt.
However, Sam didn’t seem to struggle fiercely.
Because he had sensed sothing beforehand, he simply chose not to resist at that mont.
He let Zoe grip his throat, watching as she exerted more force, her hands on his neck, veins bulging as if her rage at that mont was to strangle him.
Sam’s cheeks turned an obvious red, but he just stared into her eyes.
He could hold on, and it was necessary to do so.
To persist without doing anything, his hands not moving at all, as if he had given up the desire to live at that mont.
Until...
The hands on his neck suddenly released, and fresh air rushed into Sam’s lungs.
It was like a brief redemption, as if the light of survival had once again descended upon him.
Zoe still sat on top of him, still not too heavy, but now the previous ambiguous charm seed to have been exhausted, replaced by a silence soaked in cruelty and indifference.
Or perhaps... it was more like the peace of death.
Sam’s breathing returned to normal, his complexion quickly settled down.
Zoe bowed her head, one hand propped on the sofa beside Sam’s face, the other hand curling a strand of hair that fell beside her cheek.
Up close, Sam could see her expression at that mont, still with a faint flush, but those eyes seed to reveal a woman in despair and sorrow.
It was heart-wrenching, it was guilt-inducing.
"Aren’t you afraid of dying?" she asked.
Her voice was cold.
It seed like a voice that had never co from this woman before, and Sam could clearly feel that Zoe’s deanor had undergone a drastic change.
To be precise, it was as if she had beco soone else, as if a second personality hidden within her had surfaced.
But was that really the case? Sam didn’t know if Zoe had a second personality, and the system had never ntioned any intelligence on this aspect.
More accurately, it was her true nature that had surfaced.
The kind of revelation that cos after all pretenses are stripped away.
It was the look of soone who, after facing the most dreaded situation and feeling utterly helpless, finally couldn’t be bothered to pretend anymore.
Sam watched Zoe’s sowhat cruel gaze and spoke in a lowered voice.
"Of course I’m afraid of dying... but I know you won’t kill ."
Sam’s voice lacked force, but it was incredibly calm, as calm as a gently flowing stream, a tranquility that seed to overpower all the raging waves.
And the woman before him was so sensually alluring, even if her expression now seed terrifyingly silent. Yet it couldn’t drown out the charm that was inherently hers.
She looked into Sam’s eyes, at his slightly trembling eyelashes.
Her voice seed to be soaked in an icy cavern.
"Is that so? Why wouldn’t I really kill you... You know very well how much I like you, how the tenderness and tolerance I’ve shown you are unprecedented, sothing that has never been given to anyone else. Why wouldn’t I kill you? This mont makes so sad, Sam... I trusted you so much, believed in you, but now...
it’s as if you’ve betrayed ."
She used the back of her finger to gently caress Sam’s cheek.
From his cheek to his nose, to his lips, and then those beautiful eyes.
Her slender fingertips, painted with bright red nail polish, seed as if they could pierce directly through Sam’s eyes, pluck out those gem-like orbs in a bloody fashion, and then treasure them.
To place them by her bedside, so that every morning upon waking, it would feel as if Sam was watching her. Would that an he belonged to her then?
It was a very dangerous thought.
"Why is it like this, Sam? It shouldn’t be this way. Is there sothing about that dissatisfies you, or is it that you simply can’t find satisfaction with ? Why didn’t you tell earlier?"
Her tone sounded as if she was seeking advice, but her gaze and the movent of her fingers were more like an interrogation.
It reminded Sam of a thod used to question prisoners.
Coaxing them with gentle words.
But when you remain stubbornly silent, refusing to divulge the truth the other person seeks, what follows is the onset of real torture.
Her ample bosom pressed against Sam’s chest, heavy yet sohow enjoyable.
Yet the atmosphere was extrely oppressive, as if compressed between the two of them.
The contrast was intense.
The scent of death and decay spread relentlessly.
Sam, too, looked into her eyes, his hands remained still, not attempting to push her away to secure so safe space for himself at this mont.
Instead, he allowed danger to linger close at hand, like a dilapidated station open to the winds from all directions, devoid of any ans of defense.
"Because Zoe, you’ve been great. I’ve said it before, my affection for you is like that of a younger brother’s dependency on his sister. You’ve taken good care of ... I’ve felt warmth. But people are always greedy, always so despicable and shaless. I’m no different, so when a beautiful love presented itself, I couldn’t refuse.
It’s not the sa thing, is it?"
Their gazes intertwined in the dim light, devoid of the smoke of the battlefield or the sparks of gunfire.
Zoe seed to grit her teeth.
"But you enjoyed it too... You didn’t refuse, and the things we did before are not what a sister and brother should do. If you see as a sister, why then did you go along with those things? Are you going to say you were forced? Don’t speak such hypocritical words now... I hate it when people choose to be fake when they should be real."
Her gaze seed to focus on Sam’s pupils, and even at that mont, he felt a searing pain, as if forced to shed tears, to close his eyes or to look away.
But Sam didn’t let his gaze drift; he stubbornly kept his eyes on her.
"Because... Zoe, you are indeed tempting, and as a normal man, it’s hard to resist your charm and the seduction you offer. I did enjoy it, but... if my life were reduced to re desire, if emotions were only about such sex needs, wouldn’t that be too hollow?
Even without these things, without such temptations, if Zoe were just the girl next door, a big sister figure in my life, I would still be content."
Sam spoke these words with utmost sincerity.
Perhaps this way, Sam would feel better, more secure.
But ever since he ca into this world, there had never been any talk of safety in Sam’s life.
Sure enough, the next mont, Zoe looked at Sam and let out a cold laugh, as if it was a clear and intense mockery.
"Should I say that n are inherently hypocritical, or are you especially sanctimonious? From the beginning, you should have felt that I wanted more than that, not so brother-sister relationship. I don’t believe you didn’t feel it, yet you still went along with it. You had emotional needs but didn’t express them to . Couldn’t I have fulfilled them for you? Or is it...
that you are inherently greedy?"
"I am inherently greedy, vile, and despicable, and I am sorry."
"What good is an apology at this ti... You’ve already laid your cards on the table, haven’t you? In this vile mont, I was ready to give you my all... How could you bear to hurt like this?"
She spoke softly. She seed unhard, but the fluctuation in her voice was moving.
It was as if the fear was gone, but what it brought to Sam was an endless sense of sha.
Sam looked at her.
"Of course, I can’t bear to hurt you... Zoe, I can’t stand the thought of you being hard. But at that mont, if I hadn’t told you, how could we have continued... Should I have kept it hidden and deceived you?"
She suddenly sat up straight.
Completely unconcerned about her naked body, her breasts swayed, a deadly temptation in themselves, but the atmosphere now seed to leave no room for Sam to contemplate such things.
She suddenly seed determined and crazed as she clenched her fist and brought it down heavily on Sam’s chest.
"Thump!"
The punch was forceful, the heavy impact as if striking Sam’s heart.
"I would rather you had lied to !" she declared.
It was like a weighty interrogation.
And Sam seed impervious to the heavy, heart-wrenching force.
He looked at her.
"But can happiness be found that way? For soone living in deceit, when the bubble of lies bursts, won’t that day be even harder to bear than this mont? So, if this dreamlike relationship must have an end, it’s better to face that now, right?"
Zoe’s fist, which had been pressed against Sam’s chest, gradually loosened, and then she gave Sam a beautiful smile.
A smile as stunning as the grandest rose blooming suddenly out of season.
Then, as Sam was lost in that smile for a mont, she stood up, leaving his body, and picked up the trench coat that had fallen to the ground, slipping it on.
Sam also sat up and watched her turn and walk towards the kitchen.
Sam couldn’t predict this woman’s every move. How to put it? After so layers of hypocrisy had fallen away, everything about her beca unpredictable, as if she had turned into soone completely unfamiliar.
He could only quickly dress himself, stand up, and walk towards her.
But in the instant he reached the kitchen, Zoe turned back around.
She was smiling at him, but in her hand, she held a gleaming knife.
The familiar knife that had once appeared before Sam’s eyes.
Sam furrowed his brow, tucking away the montary tension into the depths of his heart, and then looked at her.
"What are you going to do?"
Zoe smiled seductively, seemingly devoid of normal emotions.
"Who is that woman? The one who kissed you downstairs that day? Is it her?"
Well... it turned out Zoe wasn’t planning to attack Sam, but his so-called girlfriend?!
Sam felt a chill run down his spine.
Why did this woman seem so crazed?
Yet it was precisely this hint of madness that made Zoe all the more alluring, a charm that teased at the very limits of human nature.
It was as if she incited a desire to join her in madness, to trample all moral boundaries and rules together.
"It’s not her... don’t do this, Zoe."
Sam grasped her hand, trying to control the dangerous object that could beco a real weapon.
Zoe looked at Sam with a radiant smile, but her eyes seed to drown in sothing terrifying, devoid of any trace of reason.
"Will you only be mine, will you only stay with if she disappears?"
"It won’t be like that... and you would be breaking the law, you could ruin your life in an instant, do you really think it’s worth it?"
Zoe, still smiling, caressed Sam’s face with her hand, as if speaking with tenderness.
"Whether it’s worth it or not, only I can decide. A person can give everything for what they feel is important. Is life so important? It’s hopeless, Sam... I’m beyond saving. If it weren’t for you, what would my life have been like, dull and tasteless?
Now that soone wants to take all this beauty away, shouldn’t I do everything in my power to protect what should be mine?"
Her rhetorical question felt even more insane, as if her entire worldview had been completely distorted.
Perhaps that was the essence of her twisted being.
Sam’s brow creased slightly under her touch, feeling the pressure multiply.
"But this isn’t what I want, nor is it what I hoped you’d have to face..."
"Then, should I kill you? That way, my pain and your struggle would both vanish completely, wouldn’t they? Eh? Maybe that’s the best solution, perhaps it’s the finest ending fate has in store for us. How would the news report it, I wonder? Would that girl be heartbroken over you?
No, only I would be so devastated for you, right?"
She laughed, childlike.
In the dim light, her flickering gaze was like a terrifying substance brewing, growling softly.
When it explodes, it will be a destructive force capable of annihilating everything.
Zoe seed to be seeking Sam’s opinion, but Sam knew that if he didn’t handle this mont correctly, she might truly commit an act of madness.
The interweaving light was like a carousel of fate, giving Sam ample ti to reminisce about the past.
And plenty of ti to fantasize about a future or a possible demise.
But how could he die now, after all this?
Sam knew himself well; at his core, he was soone who clung to life out of fear of death. And having co this far with these female leads, how could he die so carelessly?
No one would bear to, and neither would Sam.
He didn’t want to be the first to be destroyed, nor did he wish to see the woman before him truly fall into such madness, ruining her entire life because of him.
If that were the case, the rest of his life would be tornted.
He would be covered with imnse regret from beginning to end, until he grew old, until he truly died.
So Sam let go of Zoe’s hand. It was as if he had given her the freedom to destroy everything, but before that, Sam stepped forward and embraced the sensual body of the woman tightly.
He enveloped her entire being into his arms.
It was like grasping the singularity just before the explosion of the universe.
Like the Titanic halting its advance just before striking the iceberg.
Like gently cradling a fragile dandelion before it could scatter to the winds, preventing it from drifting away.
In this mont, Sam intended to absorb all potential dangers into his own chest.
The woman held tightly in his arms still clutched the knife, feeling the robust heartbeat of Sam that she could hear.
Then, with a smile, she nestled into his shoulder and whispered softly.
"What a fool you are, leaving your back unguarded at a ti like this. Perhaps, I could plunge the knife in right now. Your back would be drenched in blood, staining my hands..."
Sam held her like this.
Inhaling the subtle fragrance of her hair, he was indifferent to the allure of her figure at the mont.
He simply said in a low voice, "Getting your hands dirty is easy to deal with, much better than staining your whole body. This way, you’ll have plenty of ti to deal with my body, maybe even get the chance to leave this place, leave this country. With so luck, it might take a while before soone discovers my corpse. If you get far enough away, the police might not even catch you."
As he spoke, Zoe chuckled.
Sothing rubbed against his back, but was it the blade or the flat of the knife?
A cool sensation on his back, on the side opposite his heart.
"Isn’t it too late for such words? Your tenderness now is utterly useless... Aren’t you afraid of dying?" she asked.
Sam thought for a mont, seemingly pulling her even closer.
"It’s not about tenderness; I’m just feeling grateful."
"Grateful for what?"
"That at this mont, I can finally see the real you."
"The real ?"
Zoe seed to ask in confusion, then said with a laugh,
"Yes, the real . The one who isn’t gentle at all, but rather obsessive, quite mad... Sam, I don’t know what to do, how should I treat you? I can’t bear the thought of handing you over to soone else and then returning to my dull life. I can’t handle it... But I can’t bear the thought of you actually dying either.
What should I do?"
Sam didn’t choose silence at this mont; he candidly shared his thoughts.
"I’ll try, maybe I can get my girlfriend to accept your presence. That’s the only thing I might be able to do, but asking to give up on soone, that seems impossible."
"Weren’t you the one who said that what’s between us is just a brother-sister kind of affection? Why can’t you let go now?" Zoe seed to mockingly question.
Sam pondered for a mont.
"Maybe it’s because this version of you, especially, makes worry. Now I can be sure..."
"Sure of what?"
"That the person who sneaks into my room when I’m not ho, even when I’m asleep, and takes my underwear... it’s you, isn’t it?"
Zoe’s breath paused for an instant.
The knife did not fall.
She chuckled softly, behind Sam’s back.
"So you found out a long ti ago... So, are you scared because of that? Are you afraid to admit that you want to give up on , to stay away from , because you fear that I might sneak into your house and kill you in your sleep, is that it?"
Her voice was sultry, yet she spoke such terrifying words.
Sam controlled his heartbeat, trying to keep it as calm as possible.
"Of course, I want to live, to witness more of the beauty this world has to offer. So maybe what I’m suggesting is a good choice. If I have to choose between survival and death, I’d prefer the way I ntioned. That we exist together, happily."
"Foolish boy, how could that ever lead to happiness... No woman wants to share the man she loves, whether it’s or your current girlfriend."
"Maybe so compromise is needed, it’s not possible for everything to develop exactly as everyone wishes. Let find that sliver of possibility, maybe... even if there’s only a tiny hope, I’m willing to try."
Zoe remained silent, simply quiet.
Sam, of course, knew that her agreent wouldn’t co so easily.
Especially not at such a tense mont.
But unexpectedly, before Sam could hear her answer, the ringtone from his phone in his pocket shattered the deathly silence.
At that mont, Zoe patted his back and said, "Answer the phone."
Sam hesitated. "It’s okay... it’s probably nothing important."
"Just answer it," she insisted.
With no other choice, Sam let go and glanced at Zoe, who was still holding the knife, smiling. Find more adventures on .Côm
Sam slowly took out his phone, only to find it was his sister Ava calling at this ti.
"It’s my sister," he said.
"Mhm, go ahead, answer it. It’s fine."
The woman repeated with a smile, as if there was no danger at all.
Sam answered the call.
"Hello?"
But the first thing he heard upon answering wasn’t Ava’s voice, but the unmistakable sound of a hand gripping his cock.
Sam froze and looked at the person opposite him, then heard a voice from the phone by his ear.
"Hey~ brother, what are you doing? Why did it take you so long to answer?"
"I... uh-uhm."
Sam made a strange noise.
Uncontrolled.
Because at the mont Ava spoke, the woman in front of him crouched down.
Not just crouching, she gave him a seductive smile.
Then she parted her lips and took Sam’s cock into her mouth.
What the fuck?!
This can’t be right?!
"What’s that weird noise? What are you doing?"
Sam didn’t know what he was doing, nor did he understand what Zoe, now crouched down, was planning.
All he knew was what was happening right now.
Unimaginable, yet his heartbeat began to race.
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