The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 100

Chapter 100: You’re not thinking of going back hometown with me, are you?
When Sam got up from bed at 8 a.m., he felt a sense of satisfaction from having slept well after a wave of fatigue.

Logically, given the extent of his ‘Sexual Desire,’ he wouldn’t expect to feel physically overdrawn.

However, upon reflection, it seemed more likely that the exhaustion stemmed from emotional states rather than physical exertion.

Pouring himself a glass of pure milk, Sam gazed at the pure white liquid swirling in the glass, which triggered memories of the previous night’s madness.

Sam used his fingers to massage Zoe’s pussy, bringing her to several orgasms.

The image was unforgettable, Zoe almost going limp on top of Sam, caressing her breasts with one hand, then grabbing Sam’s wrist with one hand and letting his free hand rest on top of her breasts.

She kissed Sam’s cock to her heart’s content, itching to get it all down her throat.

Zoe’s movements were wild, but she was very careful, avoiding her teeth touching Sam’s cock each time, which certainly gave him the best experience.

Zoe didn’t release her mouth until Sam had climaxed and ejaculated, she took the cum in her mouth and swallowed it back, then licked the cock completely with her flexible tongue.

Zoe’s actions were gentle, and throughout the process, she seemed to thoroughly enjoy herself.

It’s likely that Sam will never forget this scene—not just for a long time, but perhaps for his entire life. This night could be described as the most passionate one since Sam arrived in this world.

Even though Sam was momentarily tempted to use the Magical Condom, he ultimately restrained himself. Just as he was about to act on the impulse, Zoe’s murmured words right by his ear, as if in a trance, made him abandon the thought altogether.

“It’s mine… All of Sam, every inch, every drop, must be mine…”

Was it truly hers? Of course not. A man as outstanding as Sam should be considered a treasure for all humanity, not just belonging to one person.

Well, that might just be the declaration of a shameless harem protagonist.

Drinking his milk, Sam certainly didn’t consider himself a paragon of fidelity, especially given the current circumstances where being devoted to just one person seemed an impossibility, almost like a death wish.

The game world and the real world are vastly different, after all. Aside from taking the initiative and conquering the female leads, there seemed to be no other path or retreat.

It really was a situation of no turning back.

After finishing his milk, Sam looked over the luggage he had packed the night before.

It wasn’t much since he was returning to his hometown, not going on a trip. A simple canvas bag containing his documents, charger, and keys was all he needed.

The train was scheduled to depart at 10 a.m., and Sam planned to leave by 9 a.m. It seemed Zoe had already left for work early, with the weather in Kuhang remaining sunny and the temperature still scorching.

Sam locked the door and headed downstairs. The sunlight evaporated the dew on the green leaves as he prepared to take a taxi from the front of his apartment building.

Suddenly, a sleek black luxury car unfamiliar to him pulled up right in front of him, making Sam hesitate due to the car’s precisely timed stop.

Before Sam could ponder further, the rear window rolled down, revealing a face that was surprisingly familiar yet unexpected.

“Get in,” she said.

Angel, with her noble, cold beauty, sitting in the back of the luxury car, spoke casually.

Sam was taken aback, not expecting Angel to be there. How did she know where he lived, or that he was about to leave at this time?

“What’s this about?”

Angel’s voice was calm, almost indifferent. “Aren’t you going to the station? Get in.”

Was she really offering him a ride out of goodwill? Wait, he hadn’t asked for such a favor, nor had he informed her about his train schedule…

Angel seemed to notice Sam’s hesitation and explained, “With my family’s resources, finding out when you’re boarding and which train you’re taking is easy.”

“Suppose that makes sense.” No longer feeling the need to protest, Sam appreciated the offer of a free ride and promptly got into the car.

The driver, a woman Sam had never seen before, displayed professional conduct, never glancing at him through the rearview mirror.

As soon as Sam boarded, she smoothly drove off, her presence so minimal it was as if the car was self-driving.

Sam looked curiously at Angel sitting beside him.

She was dressed in an exquisite, expensive-looking black mini skirt paired with flat shoes suitable for travel, and wrapped in black over-the-knee stockings. Her attire exuded a youthful vibe, yet retained her inherently noble and extraordinary aura.

“Why would you go to the trouble of sending me off?” Sam queried, finding it unnecessary.

Angel wasn’t known for making gestures that would ‘move herself,’ nor was she someone to fawn over others. Angel kept her gaze forward. “Do I need your permission to do what I want?”

Sam leaned back comfortably, appreciating the luxurious seat. He noted the pleasant, high-quality scent coming from Angel. “Of course you don’t need my permission, but it’s still odd. It’s hard to imagine this is something you’d do.”

Angel’s behavior was unusually proactive. Detecting the implication in Sam’s words, Angel let out a cold laugh.

“Don’t overthink it. There are things left unsaid, scores unsettled that are bothering me. That’s why I needed to see you today.”

This reasoning seemed more plausible, albeit still peculiar.

As Sam watched the landscape speed by, confirming they were on the route to the train station, he mused, “There’s no need to rush, is there? And what score could there be to settle? Do I owe the heiress something?”

Sam had taken to referring to Angel as the heiress.

Angel scoffed. “Do you really think you owe me nothing? Have you forgotten what you did to me yesterday?”

Sam glanced cautiously at the female driver, who remained unresponsive, dressed like a bodyguard.

Lowering his voice, he replied, “It was unavoidable, wasn’t it? After all, you were the one who initiated it. I merely reacted instinctively…”

Angel looked straight into Sam’s eyes, her sarcasm unshielded. “Before you, no one dared to resist me. And you think it’s no big deal?”

“I apologize then,” Sam surrendered promptly, upholding his principle of not quibbling with women—a trait he considered among his virtues.

“What’s the use of an apology if it solved anything? Why would we need police then?” Angel retorted.

“Then, call the police,” Sam suggested, only to feel a sharp pain on his foot the next moment. Angel had stomped on his foot quite forcefully.

Fortunately, thanks to his enhanced attributes and self-healing ability, Sam didn’t find it too unbearable, though he grimaced for show.

Choosing to remain silent thereafter, Sam decided to enjoy the view outside the window, waiting for the journey to end.

As they neared their destination, Angel inquired, “Your hometown is in Cedarwood?”

Sam nodded in affirmation. “Yeah.”

“Never been there. What’s it like?” Angel seemed genuinely curious.

Sam smiled and described, “Well, it’s not very developed, but it’s a beautiful place. Peaceful and comfortable, without the hustle and stress of big cities, but naturally, lacking their glamour too.”

Angel frowned slightly. “You seem to really like it there.”

“Of course, who doesn’t love their hometown? No matter how poor or backward, it holds precious memories. How can anyone forget where they come from?”

Sam’s answer, sincere and straightforward, elicited a clear, tranquil smile from him, momentarily disorienting Angel.

The determined, forced his cock into her mouth Sam from yesterday and the content, peaceful Sam of now—she wondered which one was the real him.

“Hearing you talk about it makes me want to see your hometown,” Angel admitted.

Sam chuckled. “I could take you there sometime, but be prepared. It’s a place far removed from the conveniences you’re used to…”

“Miss, we’ve arrived.” The car stopped in front of the bustling station entrance.

Sam opened the door, got out of the car, and turned to Angel, who was still inside. He waved at her. “Thanks for the ride. I’ll be off then.”

“Wait.” Angel suddenly stopped Sam, prompting him to look back at her. He wondered if she intended something like a farewell kiss from a movie scene, although their relationship hadn’t reached such intimacy.

Angel stepped out from the other side of the car and walked over to Sam. The sunlight highlighted her perfectly braided hair, making her as unforgettable as ever.

Soon, Sam noticed the female driver also exiting the car, not just to get out but to open the trunk and wheel a suitcase over to them.

The driver looked towards Angel, “Everything’s arranged, Miss. Assistance will arrive there quickly, rest assured.”

Angel nodded, “Thank you, no need for too many people.”

“Understood, Miss,” the driver responded before getting back into the car.

Sam, utterly baffled by the turn of events, turned to Angel. Her look of sly satisfaction confused him further.

“What are you doing?” Sam thought of a terrifying possibility.

With a smug smile, Angel replied, “Didn’t you just invite me? Now’s your chance.”

“You… you’re not thinking of going back hometown with me, are you?!”

Sam hadn’t considered this at all, but the situation left no room for doubt—her luggage was already out!

Angel squinted, looking up at Sam with enjoyment. “Why not? I have no interesting plans for the summer vacation, and since you made it sound so intriguing, let’s see what your hometown is really like. I hope I won’t be disappointed.”

It seemed Angel had planned this all along.

Sam attempted to dissuade her, “It’s unnecessary… My hometown has nowhere for you to stay, and the transport is terrible. You won’t like it.”

Angel smiled, “We’ll see if I can handle it when we get there. Now, take my luggage and get ready to board.”

“Why bother…” Sam muttered, but Angel turned and glanced away with her familiar pride and a hint of triumph. “Allowing I to take you back home is already a favor. Don’t haggle. Let’s go.”

With that, she led the way towards the crowded station entrance.

Sam looked at the luggage by his side, feeling a surge of panic.

He had thought returning home would be a break, but now, what was this situation?