Chapter 141 - 141 141. Are You Samuel?

141 141. Are You Samuel?

“What are you doing?” the man protested. He knew what Clara was thinking but didn’t want to believe it. How could he possibly do that with an underage girl?

There was no answer from Clara. When they arrived at the hotel, the girl just paid and asked the man to get out of the taxi. It didn’t take long for the two of them to be in the room. Only two of them.

“Are you crazy?” asked the man again. Sweat was dripping down his forehead.

“I’m not crazy. You can do it with me,” Clara replied in a confident voice. She had already made up her mind to give up her virginity tonight. Why didn’t she hand it over to the man who had saved her?

“I don’t fuck drunken girl,” the guy said. “Go! You’re also underage, right?”

Clara shook her head. She had no proof that she was an adult. However, she remembered Abigail’s words.

“What? You call this sexy body underage?” Clara asked confidently. She even pulled the stranger’s hand and brought it to her half-opened round chest. “And I am sober enough to save you from the gunshot.”

Clara gulped. She was trembling at her own doing. This was the first time she had been touched by a man for sexual purposes.

“You are underage,” said the man with a sinister smile. “Otherwise, how could you hesitate when you were about to drink wine?”

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Clara laughed wryly. She couldn’t lie to him.

“Go home!” ordered the man so that Clara would not become a victim of his excessive desire tonight. “I don’t want to go to jail.”

However, Clara refused. She still wanted to help the man. “Sixteen years is the age of legal consent to sex.”

The man seemed to be electrocuted to hear Clara’s confession. Sixteen years was still so young, right? Was the girl getting used to it?

“No! You must still be a virgin,” said the man again, making Clara growl because all the pretense she did seemed useless. Was there a ‘virgin’ stamp on her forehead? How could the man know?

Clara then had no other choice. She quickly took off her red skimpy dress, leaving her body almost naked, wearing only a skin-colored strapless bra, matching her panties. At first glance, Clara looked completely naked.

“Reject me if you can, then I’ll leave this room,” Clara said defiantly.

Like it or not, the eyes of the man who was thirsty for the woman’s touch turned to Clara. And it was then, he realized that he had made a mistake: in front of him now stood a beautiful goddess that he would not be able to resist.

The girl’s body was so beautiful, like the sculpture of a goddess. The curves of her body were very fit and full, just like an adult woman. When the man was transfixed, the beautiful body moved towards him confidently.

“You’re the same girl as that pink-haired Gothic?” asked the man who had just realized that the girl in front of him had changed her appearance.

“You must be in so much pain that you didn’t notice my transformation sooner. I’m not hideous anymore, am I?” teased Clara as she wrapped her arms around the man’s neck.

Clara’s amber eyes studied the red face of the man before her. So handsome, so manly with his firm jaws. His skin was white, making his red face stand out.

Meanwhile, the man also could not bear it. The urge for having sex made him lose control. Coupled with the sweet and fresh smell of cherries perfume wafting from Clara’s body, making his manhood tighten and torment.

“How can a sixteen-year-old girl be as sensual as you?” asked the man in a hoarse voice. “Are you a college student?”

“Sophomore. I go to school faster and earlier than the others. Surely it’s also legal for me to give up my virginity quicker than the others, right?” answered Clara. Her eyes were fixed on the handsome man.

“You are quite bold.”

“By the way, you turned out to be so handsome. There must be a lot of women who want you,” Clara commented with admiration.

She wasn’t lying, the man was very tempting. Moreover, his rock-hard body made him look more perfect. The sweet smell of cinnamon wafting from his body made the man’s charm even more perfect. No wonder someone drugged him to get a night with him.

Suddenly, Clara remembered the conversation she heard in the garden. Didn’t Rosie ask her cousin to drug a guy named Samuel?

“Are you Samuel?” Clara asked then.

Hearing his name being called by the girl, the man was stunned. “No,” he lied. He didn’t want to reveal his identity to strangers. “How did you know Samuel’s name?”

“I … overheard the conversation of the two people who drugged the man named Samuel. She wants that man tonight,” Clara said doubtfully. She deliberately kept Rosie’s identity a secret. “They must be frantically searching for him now,” Clara continued, laughing out loud.

Samuel’s face tightened. “Is that Rosie and Albert?” the one called Albert, must be Rosie’s cousin. “As expected, that girl is a bitch.”

After Samuel was satisfied and grumbling, Clara whispered, “Stop swearing! The important thing is that you aren’t the one she’s after. I hope that Samuel doesn’t get caught in her trap.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“You are right.”

Clara was relieved. If the man was the man Rosie wanted, she would understand Rosie’s infatuation. The green-eyed man was as handsome as Apollo.

Clara blushed. Her face was burning hot when she realized what she was doing.

Meanwhile, Samuel looked helplessly at Clara. The beautiful goddess before him was simply bewitching. His manhood was getting hardened just by staring at her naked body as if he was going to jizz in his pants.

“You asked for this, right?” whispered Samuel in a hoarse voice. “Don’t regret it later, okay?”

Clara smiled gently, her glazed eyes looking at Samuel expectantly. Not long after, his lips were on hers, eating up the rest of her lipstick.