Samantha gasped, instinctively covering her breasts. Just how sharp were those eyes? The doctor said that it was the best treatment and was so natural that no one would be able to tell the difference.

Even if squeezed tightly, Kyle wouldn't have felt the silicone bags inside. She had made sure of that, for she knew Kyle was the type that was rather rough and passionate when making love. The fact that she could hardly walk the day after clearly proved that.

Samantha looked at Sayuri with wide-eyes.

Just how did she know? She couldn't have known. Samantha guessed that Sayuri was only saying things wildly so she puffed out her chest more and said, "These are real."

Sayuri raised an eyebrow and shook her head, looking at Samantha in disdain. She didn't refute anymore, nor did she argue.

Instead, she just said, "If you say so."

Which made it worse, because it was so very obvious that Sayuri was mocking her.

She could not believe how stubborn Sayuri was being, hanging on to that thought of hers. There was absolutely no way Sayuri knew!! It was impossible to tell that she had work done.

What Samantha didn't know is that like anything that came in 'pairs' on the human body, it is never identical. The human body may look symmetrical but it never is 100% so. Thus, there are always some slight differences. Breasts that have implants would look exactly the same, and that, by itself, is already unnatural.

Of course, since Samantha was wearing a bra and proper clothes, it was harder to tell if it was identical or not. Sayuri also based it on another aspect: the shape of the breasts were just too round. Natural breasts would be more pear-shaped whereas fake ones looked like balloons.

No bra would give that effect.

Agitated at the thought that Sayuri would expose her, Samantha unbuttoned her shirt and spread it wide open showing her ample breast trying to break free from the bra that was too small, "These are real!"

For added measure, she reached over and unhooked her bra, letting the full glory of her breasts be out in the open.

"Real!!" she insisted, huffing, causing her breasts to go up and down.

Of course, as expected, this was the moment Kyle walked in.

When she saw him, she got up quickly and practically ran to him, "Feel them! They are real!!"

Kyle blinked at the two mountains that were suddenly right in front of him. He sidestepped easily, avoided her and quickly sat down next to Sayuri, handing her the cool apple juice with a couple of preserved sour plums in it. There was no ice as it wasn't good for her, but the juice was cold enough to be refreshing.

Sayuri smiled at him and took a sip gratefully.

Kyle was well aware of the scene that was going on inside, but he still chose to enter at that moment anyway. The bodyguards outside were already at their limit, trying hard to keep a really straight face. Kyle simply nodded at them as he passed by, saying, "Good job. It's been hard on you."

Kyle and Sayuri ignored Samantha completely, and Sayuri leaned in to kiss Kyle as a 'thank you'. This time, she didn't just touch her lips to his, but also moved her tongue inside.

Kyle closed his eyes, returning her kiss passionately. Sayuri set the rules, and he obeyed but if she initiated anything, he wasn't going to reject it. He would indulge her - and himself - to the fullest.

At least, Samantha's presence was good for something!

When they finally broke the kiss, Samantha's face was red - but at least, she was fully dressed again. She just stared at the couple in front of her, livid that she could not get Kyle's attention, even for a second.

Kyle turned to her but didn't say a word. It was Sayuri's platform.

Sayuri smiled and caressed Kyle's cheek, and he looked at her so lovingly that it took a lot of Sayuri's willpower not to smack his face.

"As you see, Samantha," Sayuri said, turning to face her, "He is mine. Even your gigantic mountains won't move him."

Samantha huffed, having calmed down and gotten back her emotions in check. In front of Kyle, she didn't dare act like a shrew so she withdrew.

She straightened her blouse and got up elegantly, "We shall talk about this at another time, since it is so obvious that you're rather busy sucking face. Could you at least talk to Junior?"

Kyle turned to look at Sayuri, asking permission, and putting her drink on the table.

He quite enjoyed sucking face with Sayuri, thank you very much. He wouldn't mind if she did it again.

As if hearing his thoughts, Sayuri kissed him again, more passionately this time and Kyle almost had her lying down on the sofa because of it. In fact, she was already halfway down the sofa and it was only Kyle's arm around her waist that stopped her from lying down on it completely.

Samantha gritted her teeth at this blatant display that Sayuri was giving her. It was a clear slap to the face. Despite the fact that she was practically half-naked in front of Kyle, he had ignored her completely.

She took a deep breath.

Nevermind.

She had him once, she will have him again. She will snatch him away from Sayuri and then have the last laugh.

That thought was immediately shattered by Sayuri's next words.

"Kyle would never leave me for you," Sayuri said breathlessly, her lips just barely inches away from Kyle's. She licked his lips, eliciting a groan from him and smiled.

"He agreed to your break-up simply because you were moving."

She kissed Kyle briefly on the lips, asking him, "If I went back home, what would you do?"

"I'd follow you there," he replied unhesitatingly.

Sayuri turned to Samantha, "Like I said, MINE. Back off."