Without exaggeration, the sight alone was enough to transform a man into an irrational beast.
At this moment, Zoe was undeniably alluring.
And her charm was not just confined to the game world; in reality, she seemed even more enticing than her virtual counterpart.
Her beautiful appearance, seductive figure, and the ambiguously warm atmosphere in the bedroom seemed to conspire against Sam's willpower.
Her legs dangled in the air, like inviting hands. "Please, help me take off my shoes... I can't do it, help me out, will you?" Zoe cooed, her posture and whiny tone sending tingles through the body.
"This is a bit awkward, maybe you should do it yourself?" Sam suggested, trying to maintain decorum.
Zoe, sounding hurt, replied, "Why wouldn't it be appropriate? Do you dislike me that much? You don't even want to help me... It's saddening. Already dizzy from drinking too much, and now even you're disgusted by me, a drunkard. I'm so heartbroken..."
"Alright, alright, stop crying. I'll help you," Sam capitulated, unable to withstand her act.
Zoe looked so pitiful, seemingly on the verge of tears. Who could resist that?
Sam moved closer to her, his eyes drawn to her legs swinging before him.
Noticing Sam's acquiescence, Zoe flashed a charming smile. "I knew you were the best, Sam. So considerate and gentle."
Sam cautiously reached out, trying to avoid touching her skin. He removed her high heels, giving him a clearer view of her lace panties.
Though tempted to look, Sam restrained himself, diverting his gaze elsewhere and advising, "You should be more careful with drinking, don't drink so much."
With her heels off, Zoe's toes were visible through her black stockings, a hint of flesh color showing, well-defined and without any unpleasant odor.
As Sam prepared to leave, Zoe's legs seemed to naturally fall, landing right on Sam's thighs, her toes pressing against his cock.
She opened her alluring eyes, sighing as if troubled. "I don't want to drink either... but it's part of the job. Many deals aren't made at work, but over drinks, dinners... even in bed."
"Hmm?"
"But rest assured, I haven't stooped to trading my body for work. A job is just a job, it can be replaced. But once you lose your principles, you can't get them back, right?"
Although her words seemed principled, her actions suggested otherwise.
Sam could feel her legs gently rubbing against his thighs, her toes boldly fiddling with his cock through his trousers.
The situation was awkward. Should he push her away?
It seemed too abrupt, but letting it continue seemed even less appropriate.
Zoe suddenly looked at Sam. "Everyone has their struggles, don't they? You go to school every day, isn't that tough? Coming to Kuhang alone, working in a convenience store after school – it's not much easier than what I do, right?"
"It's okay, I've gotten used to it. I find it fulfilling," Sam said after a moment of thought.
"By the way, weren't you supposed to be on a date today? Why are you at home?" Zoe asked suddenly.
Sam was startled, not understanding why Zoe would ask that out of the blue. "It wasn't really a date, just helping a friend. I came back after finishing."
Sam was sweating, unsure why the room felt so hot even with the air conditioning on. Could it be because of Zoe's toes ceaselessly fiddling near his cock?
Zoe's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. "So, you don't have a girlfriend then?"
Her sudden and strangely personal question took Sam by surprise. "No."
"Why not? I can't understand it. You're handsome, gentle, caring, and responsible... You shouldn't lack girls' interest. Is it because your standards are too high?"
"It's not about high standards, just that I'm not interested in a relationship right now. Besides, dating isn't a necessity, is it?"
Zoe suddenly sat up. Since her legs were still on Sam, this abrupt movement made it seem like she was sitting in his lap. Although her buttocks weren't on him, the pose was even more seductive.
Sam instantly became alert, looking at Zoe, but the scent of her perfume wafted over as she leaned in close. Her unbuttoned collar revealed her E-cup breasts, almost etching their perfect shape into Sam's memory forever.
"It seems we're both lonely strangers in this city," her eyes half-closed as she gazed at Sam.
Her look was ambiguous and hazy, her breath alluringly sweet.
Sam felt himself being swept up in the atmosphere and slightly leaned his head back. "Loneliness isn't so bad, as long as you find something to focus on. Like me, I love gaming. I believe playing games helps me happy."
"Don't talk too much about life's philosophies; it makes you seem prematurely old," Zoe chided.
Seemingly emboldened by a hint of inebriation, Zoe did things she wouldn't normally do, even boldly placing her hands on Sam's shoulders, closing the distance between them.
Sam could even feel a slight contact between his chest and her breasts.
"Isn't this a bit much, Miss Zoe? You seem to have had a bit too much to drink. Maybe you should rest first?" Sam suggested, hinting that their contact was crossing the boundaries of neighbors, or even close friends.
But Zoe didn't let go. She bit her lower lip slightly, tilting her head and gazing at Sam with an intense look. "Sam... are you shy?"
Sam replied, "It's just..."
"Isn't this nice? Since you don't have a girlfriend and at this age... surely you have some physical needs to be addressed, right?"
"Ah?"
How did the conversation turn to this topic?
Seeing Sam's slightly bewildered expression, Zoe shifted, now sitting fully in Sam's lap.
Her buttocks pressed uncomfortably against his cock, but she didn't seem to mind. She leaned forward, resting her entire body against him, draping herself over Sam's shoulder.
Then she whispered in Sam's ear, "This is a good opportunity, you know. Would you like me to help ease your... vigorous energy?"
"That doesn't seem right. We're just neighbors," Sam responded.
Zoe smiled, "It's okay. Think of me as your sister, helping her brother with his troubles. Besides, you've taken such good care of me tonight. This is my way of repaying you, right?"