Diana exited the TO LOVE club and walked toward the parking lot, where two Russian female soldiers opened the door to her jeep. Climbing into the Russian-made vehicle, she lit a cigar with a heavy, imperial scent, the smoke filling the interior.
"Commander, you're injured!" one of the soldiers exclaimed, noticing the bloodstain on Diana's shoulder.
"It's an internal injury; it'll heal soon, don't worry." Diana smirked playfully, exhaling a cloud of smoke as she muttered into the air, "A Pure-Blood from China, huh?"
...
Leon Chen felt utterly drained, his entire body sapped of strength. Truthfully, he wasn't far from being completely spent. The arrogance of that Russian Blood Clan member had pushed him to the edge, triggering his most intense fighting instincts. In the end, he had barely managed to shatter her haughty pride with all the strength he could muster.
The price? He was now utterly exhausted.
So soft, so comfortable. Leon nuzzled his cheek against something.
Emma's face flushed red as she held him tightly in her arms. Meanwhile, Angelina Dream's jaw dropped. Oh no, it's over, she thought. In just one day at the TO LOVE club, Leon's "cousin" had seemingly become a lesbian. But then again, with her masculine outfit, Angelina figured it had nothing to do with her.
"Should we call Leon?" Emma asked, relieved to see that "Victoria" was just tired.
Angelina quickly shook her head. "No way! If Leon finds out I took his cousin to this kind of place and she ends up like this...," she trailed off. While Leon seemed like a straightforward guy, Angelina wasn't willing to take the risk.
Emma nodded, realizing that calling Leon might make things awkward for her as well.
"How about taking her back to my villa? I was the one who brought her here," Angelina suggested.
Emma, familiar with Angelina as a celebrity, didn't hesitate to agree.
"Do you want to come with us?" Angelina asked, noticing the lingering gaze Emma had on "Victoria."
"Yes," Emma answered softly.
When Emma saw the Lamborghini they would be driving, she was surprised. Leon had asked that no one at school find out about his car, so Angelina had come up with an excuse, telling Emma that "Victoria" was a mysterious heiress.
Emma had her suspicions but chose not to ask any further questions.
Angelina took the wheel, while Emma sat in the back, taking care of the exhausted "Victoria." Through the rear view mirror, Emma caught sight of the classical beauty, her gaze fixed tenderly on "Victoria."
Even asleep, Leon's sharp, chiseled features exuded an aura of strength and grace, a presence that could rival any warrior. Angelina herself couldn't help but feel a bit moved. After all, "Victoria" had played the hero earlier. There's no way Emma hasn't been affected by that, Angelina thought.
During the drive, Angelina couldn't help but ask Emma about her love life, hoping to find some inspiration for her music.
Emma only smiled, dimples appearing on her cheeks, but remained silent.
Angelina, being as perceptive as she was, quickly deduced that Emma was the type to harbor a one-sided love. It was clear that whoever Emma admired must be someone exceptionally impressive—so impressive that Emma felt intimidated just by the thought of them.
Could it be Grace Wang, the legendary student council president of H University? Angelina wondered.
Soon, the Lamborghini pulled into Angelina's villa.
Once they got out of the car, Angelina glanced at "Victoria's" torn clothing and turned to Emma. "We need to clean her up."
"I agree," Emma replied with a sly smile.
The two girls shared a mischievous glance.
Half-conscious, Leon felt hands gently moving over his body, and he opened his eyes slightly. His vision blurred, but he could make out two familiar figures around him. Their voices sounded distant and dreamlike.
"Her boobs is massive, and she's not even wearing a bra! This is unfair!" one voice remarked.
"And her legs are so long. Ugh, it's so annoying!" added the other.
"Her skin is so smooth. I'm so jealous!" the first voice continued.
"Wow, Victoria really is a Butch... She's even wearing men's underwear!" the second teased.
Are these two women competing with each other? Well, as long as it's none of my...
Suddenly, a lightning bolt struck his mind. Wait, something's wrong!
He shot his eyes open.
"Victoria, you're awake?" Angelina asked with a playful smile.
Leon turned his head, his eyes widening in shock.
Angelina stood there, completely naked, her boobs bare and proudly exposed. Her long legs shimmered like ivory, and she stood before him with absolutely nothing left to the imagination.
"Well, have you never seen such a small boobs before? I know my body isn't as good as yours," Angelina said with a mock sigh.
"Has Victoria woken up?" came a soft voice from the other side of the room.
Leon froze.
A beautiful silhouette stepped out of the mist from the bathroom, her movements graceful as a lotus in bloom. It was none other than Emma!
Luckily, Emma was wrapped in a bathrobe, though even with the robe on, her snow-white skin gleamed, and her figure made Leon's heart race.
Leon stood there, dumbfounded, as the impossibility of the situation began to sink in.
"You—"
"Thank you for helping me," Emma said shyly, her hands moving to untie her bathrobe.
Whatever words Leon had been about to say got stuck in his throat.
Thanks to his enhanced senses, even a quick glance revealed Emma's flawless, jade-like body in all its perfection. Her chest was small but beautifully shaped, her curves were like an artist's finest work, and her skin glowed with a purity he had never seen before.
Even there was perfect.
Leon quickly averted his eyes, his heart pounding wildly. This scene was far too much for him to handle.
"Both of you need to leave!" he demanded, his voice low.
"Oh, Victoria, why so shy? I thought you had such a masculine charm," Angelina teased, drawing closer to him, rubbing his arms with her body. Her soft skin brushed against her boobs, her legs, and... other places, making her tense up even more.
Leon wanted to scream. He was too weak from the earlier battle to even lift a finger.
"Victoria, your body is amazing," Angelina whispered, her breath tickling his ear.
"You'll regret this," Leon warned, though his voice was strained. He was trying to be considerate, but if they found out the truth later, they'd be the ones in for a shock.
The two girls, of course, had no idea of the truth. They simply thought that "Victoria" was shy, and that made her even more adorable to them.
"We'd regret not taking advantage of you now while you're weak," Angelina giggled. "Right, Emma?"
Leon had been hoping that the graceful Emma would come to his rescue, but seeing the blush spreading across her face and the way she looked at him with desire, he knew all hope was lost.
What followed was, without a doubt, the most sensual bath Leon had ever experienced.
Angelina and Emma took turns holding her, their bodies pressed against his. Every now and then, there was a teasing caress or a playful touch. Despite himself, Victoria's body responded, unable to resist the softness of their skin.
Leon was, after all, only human. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the natural urges that arose in such a situation. In the heat of the moment, Leon couldn't help but succumb to the instincts of a normal, healthy man.
One was the world's number one idol, desired by both men and women alike. The other was the elegant, classic beauty of the student council. Any man in his position would have been helpless.
If only I had a girlfriend, maybe that would've been enough to stop this, Leon thought regretfully. But alas, that dream was far from reality, and now, temptation had won.
Leon's blood boiled like fire as Emma's lips found his in a passionate kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her body pressing closer to his as her tongue explored his mouth. The way she clung to him made it feel like she wanted to melt into his body.
His hand instinctively found her boobs, while the other slid lower, guided by primal instinct.
As if acting entirely on its own, his body reacted.
Angelina, meanwhile, leaned against the wall, panting. She wasn't quite as bold as Emma, and the experience was overwhelming for her. Watching the two beautiful girls entangled together left her flushed and short of breath. She bit her lip, her mind flashing back to the kiss she'd shared with Leon that fateful night. She cursed him silently: Leon, you bastard, next time I won't go easy on you!
...
Leon covered his face, feeling his body heat up with embarrassment. It wasn't just his face that burned—the entire memory of what had just happened was too much to bear. He wondered how Emma Su would react if she ever found out the truth. He couldn't help but imagine her reaction, and he figured she'd be too shocked to even get angry.
Walking out onto the balcony, he opened the window, letting the cool night breeze wash over him. The cold air helped, but only a little.
"Victoria, are you sure you don't want some of my underwear? It's from Victoria's Secret!" Angelina's teasing voice called from the other room.
"No!" Leon Chen firmly rejected.
"Don't worry, I won't tell your brother anything about this," Angelina Dream teased, now fully convinced that "Victoria" was a lesbian.
Leon didn't bother arguing. After all, it wasn't entirely untrue in this situation.
"I'm going to sleep. Don't disturb me," Leon said with a deep sigh, crawling under the covers. He couldn't tell if this day had been a stroke of luck or pure disaster, but he hoped it would end soon.
Leon prepared to fall into a deep sleep. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but as he drifted off, the door suddenly creaked open. His eyes fluttered open slightly, and what he saw left him momentarily stunned.
Standing at the door was Emma, biting her lower lip, her face glowing with a soft blush as those familiar dimples appeared. Silently, she began tiptoeing toward the bed.
Oh, Holy Mary, mother of God...