"Excuse me, madam, could you tell me how to pronounce this word?" On the train from Elmwood to Harrison City, a young man in a white shirt approached a mature woman and humbly asked for help with an English magazine in his hand.
The woman was wearing a low-cut camisole, her highlighted blonde hair styled up, and a light eyeshadow accentuating her captivating beauty. Since she boarded the train, all eyes, whether male or female, were fixed on her. Many men even started drooling, yet surprisingly, the woman kept her gaze outside the window, oblivious to the attention. The seats beside and opposite her remained empty, perhaps because no one dared to sit there due to her unique aura.
But the young man, about eighteen years old, boldly approached her with his English magazine in hand.
The young man, named William Sterling, was leaving his idyllic hometown of Elmwood for the first time, heading to Harrison City to stay with his aunt.
As he asked the question, William's gaze wasn't on the magazine but on the woman's neckline. Her chest was impressively ample; with William's experienced eye, he estimated it to be at least an E-cup, possibly even larger. Since she was only wearing a low-cut camisole, her breasts were partly exposed, and from William's elevated angle, he could even see a trace of her lingerie—a red lace bra. The deep cleavage was almost pressed into a single line.
Such a chest would drive any man wild, not to mention her stunning face!
Hearing William's question, the woman, who had been staring out the window, finally turned her head and looked up, seeing an exceptionally handsome face. When she noticed his quickly retracted gaze from her chest, the corners of her mouth curled into an amused smile.
"Do you speak English?" she asked with a smile after glancing at the word William was pointing to.
"Yes, I do, just not this word," William replied candidly.
"I don't recognize this word either…"
"Huh?" William was stunned…
"But if you turn the magazine the right way up, I might be able to help. It's pronounced 'law,'" she said as she placed her hand on William's and flipped the magazine right side up.
Feeling the smoothness of her hand, William's heart skipped a beat, but when he realized he had been holding the magazine upside down, he was filled with embarrassment…
Damn it, how embarrassing! My first time trying to hit on someone, and I made such a rookie mistake…
At that moment, William wished he could find a hole to crawl into. Of course, if the woman would let him bury his head in her cleavage, he'd do it without hesitation.
Meanwhile, the other passengers burst into laughter, making William even more self-conscious. He was about to walk away in shame, find a quiet corner, and cry, when he realized the woman was still holding onto his hand.
"Sit down. I'm bored by myself. Keep me company," she said, pointing to the seat in front of her with a smile.
"Huh? That doesn't seem right… What if someone else has that seat?" William asked, feeling a bit embarrassed at having his intentions seen through.
"Don't worry, no one will take it. I bought the tickets for all these seats," she said with a smile, shaking her head.
William was stunned. Bought all the tickets? Damn, this woman must be crazy, or maybe she just has too much money? If that's the case, I wonder if she'd be willing to be my sugar mommy?
As William was lost in his thoughts, the woman had already pulled him into the seat opposite her.
"What's your name?"
"William Sterling!" William replied without hesitation.
"Where are you from?"
"Elmwood."
"What brings you to Harrison City?"
"college…" William instinctively answered, realizing only after responding to three questions that he had almost given away all his details. Damn, no wonder Grandpa says women are dangerous. They're truly not to be underestimated!
"Hehe, were you trying to hit on me just now?" The woman asked suddenly, just as William was beginning to raise his guard.
"Huh…" William was once again stunned. This woman's thought process is too unpredictable!
He wanted to deny it, but seeing her leaning on the table, resting her cheek on her hand, with those mesmerizing eyes blinking at him, he couldn't lie. Steeling himself, he nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
"You're an honest boy…" she said, laughing, causing her ample chest to jiggle with her laughter. From this close, the sight made William's heart race. Damn, those are even bigger than Mrs. Lin's next door. If I could just touch them, it'd be worth dying for!
"Is that what they say back in your village?" William shyly lowered his head, suppressing the excitement building inside him.
"Hehe, then honestly tell me, why did you want to hit on me?" Seeing William's self-satisfied response and his shy act, the woman laughed even harder.
"Because you're beautiful!" William blurted out, without a second thought. It was the truth; if she were unattractive, he wouldn't have even tried to hit on her!
"Hehe, then tell me, what part of me do you find most beautiful? I want the truth, and don't give me any of that 'everything is beautiful' nonsense…" Hearing William's honest response, the woman was even more amused.
William froze for a moment, then put on a serious, thoughtful expression, carefully examining her again, focusing mainly on her impressive chest. She didn't mind his gaze at all, instead pushing her chest out proudly for him to admire.
After what seemed like a long while, William shyly lowered his head and whispered, "Do you really want the truth?"
"Of course!"
"Then could you lean in closer?"
Hearing this, the woman was delighted. Without worrying that William might take advantage of her, she placed her breasts on the table, crossed her arms, and leaned her head forward.
Seeing her ample chest flat on the table, William couldn't help but swallow hard, then he leaned in close to her ear, inhaling her enticing fragrance, and whispered, "Your chest…"
As he spoke, he "accidentally" brushed his lips against her earlobe.
The woman rolled her eyes at William and whispered back, "You little rascal, you really are bad…"
"Hehe, they say women love bad boys, right?" William grinned mischievously, but didn't pull away. Instead, he stayed close, whispering with her.
"Do you want to be even worse?" she asked playfully, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Huh?" This time, William was truly caught off guard. Worse? What does she mean?
"I mean, do you want to touch it?" she clarified, giving William a flirtatious wink.
"Yes…" William blurted out without thinking, feeling a surge of excitement. Damn, am I really this lucky? I randomly run into a hot woman, and she's this forward?
"You naughty boy, you wish…" she laughed, but didn't lean in any closer. Instead, she sat back upright.
"Come on, you're teasing me…" William knew he'd been played, his handsome face falling in disappointment.
"Giggle, do you really want to?" She leaned in closer again.
"What's the point? Would you let me?" William asked, trying not to look convinced.
"Give me your hand…"
"For what?" William asked, wary.
"Will you or won't you?"
"Fine…" Faced with her challenge, William reluctantly extended his right hand.
She smiled, grabbing his hand with her left, while her right finger swiftly traced something in his palm. She then leaned in and whispered, "If you can tell what I wrote, I'll let you touch it."
"138xxx, that's your phone number? And your name is Claire Morgan?" William raised his head, confidently identifying what she had written.
"Oh..." This time, it was Claire's turn to be surprised. Her mouth formed a large "O," and her seductive eyes widened in disbelief.