A fragrant feminine scent, accompanied by the soft warmth pressing against his chest, startled Harry while simultaneously exciting him so much that his head felt hot. He nearly got a nosebleed from the rush of heat.
"Brother, you're the best! You can't lie to me! We have a deal now! If you dare stand me up, I'll never talk to you again!"
Clara's hug was brief. After embracing Harry and giving him a quick kiss, she immediately took a step back, her face flushed with happiness as she gazed at him, batting her long eyelashes. Her expression was a mix of innocence and seduction as she smiled sweetly.
"When have I ever broken a promise to you? Don't worry, this time I'll definitely go with you. Not even the heavens can stop me!"
Harry chuckled and reached out to stroke Clara's smooth, silky hair, his heart overflowing with affection. His penis swelled and bulged prominently in his pants.
Clara was just too irresistible, and the fact that she was his sister in law made Harry feel utterly bewitched by this little minx.
"By the way, brother, can you drive me there this time? In the Mercedes you bought for mom! Let me show off a little! I've always watched my classmates getting picked up and dropped off in luxury cars. Now it's my turn to experience being envied!
I want them to see that you don't need to be some old man's mistress or suck up to rich second generation brats to get a luxury car ride!" Clara proudly placed her hands on her hips and laughed.
So that's what this little minx was thinking…
No wonder she was so insistent on him accompanying her. Turns out it was all about the Mercedes, using him as a chauffeur to help her show off.
However, most students at performing arts universities were extremely vain. Given that Clara had grown up in such an environment, her slight vanity while still sticking to her principles was already quite commendable.
"What's there to show off with a Mercedes E300… Your school is full of beauties, and plenty of wealthy guys are eyeing them. Most probably drive Mercedes S Class or Porsches. If I show up in an E300, it'll just be average at best." Harry shook his head with a smile.
"Actually, I was planning to change cars anyway. I'll give my current one to your sister. Let me call the dealership first to check if they have the S Class in stock. If they do, I'll go pick one up and take you in that."
"Seriously? Brother… How… How are you so rich now? Is writing novels really this profitable? Your income must be on par with those A list celebrities!"
Clara stared at Harry in disbelief. She knew he had been making a lot of money lately, but she never imagined he was this wealthy.
He had just bought their mother, Hazel, a 80,000 USD Mercedes E, and now he was about to buy himself a Mercedes S. It was almost too exaggerated and unbelievable. Clara couldn't help but feel like something was off.
"Brother, are you involved in something illegal? Drug trafficking? Or… or are you being kept by a rich woman?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Do I seem like that kind of person to you? All my income is legitimate and aboveboard, no issues whatsoever."
Harry pinched Clara's tender, dewy cheek in mock reproach, feeling quite pleased with himself.
Making his beloved sister in law gasp in awe and admiration, seeing her happy, gave Harry an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Nothing else compared.
"Hehe, I was just joking~ Of course I know how amazing you are, brother~" Clara giggled and plopped down on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand as she began murmuring to herself about how she would show off to her best friend when they got to school.
"First, I'll call and arrange to meet them at the school gate… Then brother, you'll drive me over… I'll make sure they see us… Then I'll take them out to eat… Those jealous little sluts are gonna lose their minds…"
Watching Clara sitting on the sofa, lost in her blissful fantasies, Harry couldn't help but laugh.
This girl could switch between being a seductive temptress and an adorable little girl in an instant. Harry couldn't comprehend how one woman could embody so many contrasting charms—sensuality, cuteness, innocence, playfulness, and allure.
Sometimes, Clara seemed like a mischievous child. Other times, she exuded the mature allure of a woman who stirred desire, like a voluptuous young wife.
Her beautiful face, with just a touch of makeup and dressed in something sexy, radiated a potent mix of purity and seduction.
But when she went barefaced and dressed youthfully, Clara gave off the vibe of an angelic girl, pure and untouched by the world's corruption.
At times, she could even shift between these personas in mere moments. With just a change in expression or gesture, Clara could project entirely different auras.
Sometimes, she was so adorably innocent that it made you want to protect and cherish her.
Other times, she was as enticing as a ripe peach, oozing temptation that made it impossible to resist lustful thoughts, driving you wild with the urge to conquer her!
Just like now…
Harry swallowed hard with a "gulp," watching Clara's plump, round peach-like buttocks settle onto the soft sofa. Then her slender waist swayed as she leaned back against the sofa, her fair and voluptuous long legs naturally crossing. Her full thighs pressed against her plump private area, the tight-fitting leisure pants outlining a faint, barely visible crevice.
Because she was lying sideways on the sofa, her unbuttoned denim jacket slipped halfway off, revealing a glimpse of two snow-white, heavy breasts pulled downward by gravity and pressed together, their cleavage so deep and alluring it seemed to form a vortex capable of sucking one's soul in.
This pose perfectly showcased Clara's stunning figure!
Just one movement transformed Clara from someone Harry had found cute and innocent into a seductive temptress!
"If only Clara were wearing a short skirt today..." Harry's cheeks burned uncontrollably as he fantasized about how much more enticing the view between her legs would be if she were in a short skirt.
"Brother, I'll introduce you to a gorgeous woman later! I guarantee you'll be completely smitten by her!"
Clara didn't notice Harry staring at her legs and the tantalizing crevice between them, lost in his sexual fantasy. She simply tossed her thick, wavy black hair, lazily gathered it up, and tied it into a ponytail with a rubber band on her wrist.
This mesmerizing, flirtatious movement revealed the two sparkling, trendy dangling earrings on her ears.
These earrings were clearly cheap, low-quality accessories, and the "diamonds" were undoubtedly fake. But on Clara's ears, they looked incredibly stylish and sexy, far more appealing than high-end brands like Bvlgari, Cartier, or LV.
Ugly women need luxurious accessories to embellish themselves.
Truly beautiful women can make even the tackiest, cheapest accessories look fashionable and high-class.
"Could anyone be prettier than you? I've honestly never seen a woman more beautiful than you."
Harry couldn't help but sincerely compliment her, his mind still dazed, preoccupied with thoughts of Clara's deep cleavage and the enticing crevice between her long, voluptuous legs.
In Harry's eyes, no woman in the world could compare to Clara!
No woman was more alluring than her.
If given the choice, all the women in the world combined wouldn't be worth Clara alone!
"Pfft!~" Clara burst into laughter at Harry's infatuated words, pursing her lips and blushing as she playfully scolded him, "Brother, your flattery is so fake! You just haven't met my best friend yet. Once you see her, you'll know what a real beauty is!
I promise, you'll be completely enchanted by her!
But, she already has a boyfriend, you know!~ Don't get any ideas!"
"How could I get any ideas? Aren't you the one tempting me? Always going on about how beautiful your best friend is. If your sister finds out you're introducing me to other women, she'll skin you alive."
Harry's eyes darted furtively toward Clara's snow-white chest, his throat constantly gulping.
The atmosphere was growing increasingly, stirring Harry's restless desire.
He wasn't the least bit interested in these topics.
No other woman, no matter how beautiful or seductive, could compare to Harry's current lust for Clara.
Right now, Harry only wanted to conquer this irresistible, enchanting sister-in-law!
"Brother... I..." After fixing her hair, Clara glanced at Harry, biting her lip as if hesitating to speak.
But halfway through her sentence, she suddenly stopped, her cheeks flushing red. Both of them fell into silence, the scene turning awkward.
"This big dummy, why isn't he making a move... What's he just standing there for? Geez... If he doesn't come over soon, I'll leave... It's almost 4:30, and my sister and mom will be home from work soon."
Just as Harry was struggling to break the awkward silence, Clara's inner thoughts suddenly echoed in his mind. Harry froze momentarily—the realization hit him like a bolt of happiness. After a moment's thought, he understood: Clara hadn't left after using the computer. She had deliberately stayed in the study... waiting for him.
Even her excuse of borrowing his computer might have been a pretense!
This little minx probably missed him and had come specifically to spend time alone with him...
For women, the collision of love and physical intimacy is addictive.
Clara, who had never been intimate with a man before, had grown accustomed to their closeness after their repeated encounters. In fact, she seemed to have developed a craving for the feeling of being in love.
"Ah... Brother... Brother's coming over... So nervous... He's really walking over... Will he... Will he suddenly kiss me like last time? Oh my... What am I thinking? How... How can I let my thoughts run wild like this? He's my brother-in-law... Last time was... Last time was just a moment of impulsiveness... He definitely won't do it this time... Oh... So nervous... My face feels so hot... This is so embarrassing... Brother's getting closer... What do I do... I'm kinda looking forward to it!~"