The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 121

Chapter 121: Are you coming to my room tonight, or shall we go to yours?
Angel skillfully removed Sam’s underwear and caressed his penis. Her movements were gentle, and Sam responded with arousal, his hand involuntarily stroking her thigh.

It seemed as though everything was replaying a familiar script, both seemingly having forgotten someone was waiting for them to join for a meal.

Of course… not everyone had forgotten.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

“What are you doing in there, aren’t you coming down to eat?”

A familiar voice sounded.

Sam immediately pushed Angel off him. He quickly got up, no longer paying attention to the girl who had stripped and was slightly lifting her buttocks, ready for more.

“Coming, coming,” Sam replied towards the door, then turned his head to look at the girl on the bed. “Stop it, everyone is waiting for us.”

Angel frowned, visibly upset looking towards the door. “So annoying… always spoiling our moments.”

After Sam and Angel tidied up their clothes and hair to go out, Ava was at the door, scrutinizing them, trying to spot any unusual signs.

“What are you staring at, let’s go eat,” Sam said, feeling awkward under her gaze, as if he had just been caught in an affair behind this girl’s back.

But she’s his sister, why would he feel so strange?

As they passed by Ava, her gaze quickly shifted to the haughty Angel. “I warn you, don’t force my brother to do things he doesn’t want to do,” she said.

Angel looked amused at the girl. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Did he say something to you?”

Ava, of course, wasn’t that naive, but merely snorted. “I’m just not pleased with your heiress demeanor, always liking to boss people around. My brother is not your slave.”

Angel smiled slightly. “Then, I’ll try to make him my slave, thanks for the heads-up.”

“In your dreams! What, you think we’re still living in a slave society?”

Ava was furious, but Angel looked at her indifferently.

“It seems society is indeed progressing, and the civilization of the entire world is advancing. But let me tell you a harsh truth.

The majority of people at the bottom of this society are serving the elite as slaves. And if you really want to help your brother… you should persuade him to marry me. This way, he might have a chance to leap classes and avoid becoming someone else’s slave.”

Ava was taken aback.

As Angel was about to walk past her, Ava frowned and asked, “Do you truly love my brother?”

Angel stopped, turned her head to look at Ava, her gaze as oppressive as ever. But Ava didn’t back down, staring directly at Angel, determined to get an answer.

Angel slightly curved her lips and replied, “The word ‘love’ is too juvenile to ever come out of my mouth. I can only tell you that I have a certain fondness for him, something that others aren’t entitled to, nothing more.”

After saying this, Angel turned and walked away without a backward glance, her ponytail lightly brushing Ava’s face.

Ava was left somewhat dazed, taking a moment to snap back to reality. “What kind of answer is that!”

…

Sam and Angel sat at the dinner table as if nothing had happened.

Sam’s mother, suddenly remembering something, asked softly, “Right… are you two heading back to Kuhang in a few days?”

Sam looked up, smiling and nodding. “Yes, probably by this weekend. The summer break is just over a month, and there’s a lot to do before school starts, so we need to prepare in advance.”

The mother nodded, and at that moment, the usually silent Robert chimed in, “That timing would be perfect to catch the church service. It’s quite the lively event. You could take Miss Angel to see it, and your sister will be the priestess this time, performing on stage.”

Before Sam could reply, Ava shyly lifted her head and said, “Who asked them to go watch? What’s there to see anyway? Kuhang isn’t lacking in this; no watching allowed!”

It seems everyone has this kind of mentality: when performing something significant, having family and close friends watch can bring a particularly nerve-wracking feeling.

Yet, Sam said with a smile, “Since it’s Ava acting as the priestess, of course, we have to go watch. Are you coming?”

Angel lifted her head, “Is it that interesting?”

Sam thought for a moment, “It’s hard to say if it’s interesting, but it should be lively, different from the usual religious activities. Our services here are very unique. Not only do locals come over, but people from other cities also make the trip just to see.”

Angel frowned, “Then you go. I’ll just stay in my room.”

Angel indeed dislikes crowded places, the kind where, as she puts it, she doesn’t have to smell strange and complex scents.

That she could suggest staying in her room while letting others go surprised Sam somewhat; it seems that through their interactions over time, her personality and temperament have gradually become somewhat different from before.

“Well, it’s a pity not to go, considering it’s Cedarwood’s major festival of the year,” Sam said with a smile.

Angel squinted at Sam. “Do you really want me to go?”

As if hinting at something, Sam immediately looked down at his plate. “If you want to go, then go; if not, then don’t. I can’t order you around…”

Ava unexpectedly didn’t catch their conversation; she bowed her head, her hands trembling nervously as if she had already envisioned certain scenes, her anxiety unspeakable.

She hoped Sam would go… but was also worried, afraid her performance wouldn’t be up to par, and she’d be ridiculed by her brother.

Dinner ended in such an inexplicably tense atmosphere.

Sam took Angel for a walk outside after dinner in the evening.

Before coming back, Angel suddenly said, “Your sister seemed quite nervous.”

Sam looked at her, puzzled: “Nervous about what?”

Angel smiled, “The church thing.”

“Ah… it’s pretty normal, I guess. Maybe because I said I’d go watch, it might have added some psychological pressure on her.”

“You knew you were going to watch?”

Sam shrugged, “Growing up is all about challenging yourself with things you’re not good at. She has to go through these experiences, and I believe she can overcome these difficulties. Plus… I genuinely want to see it.”

As they were about to reach the entrance of the yard, Angel stopped.

The moon hung high, surrounded by the sounds of crickets and frogs in the fields. There was no roar of cars omnipresent in Kuhang, nor the irritating blare of advertisements.

“Are you coming to my room tonight, or shall we go to yours?” Angel suddenly dropped this bombshell, dissipating all semblance of a literary atmosphere in an instant.

What kind of question was that! Sam turned away, annoyed. “Can’t you keep quiet for a few days?”

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle one night? It seems I overestimated your sex stamina.”

It was the familiar taunt, but this time Sam wasn’t about to fall for it. Falling for it before was a choice, a result of weighing pros and cons.

“You can say whatever you want, but the person begging for mercy in bed last night wasn’t me.”

Angel flashed a dangerous look. “Who begged for mercy? Did I say anything?”

Sam looked up at the sky: “You didn’t say it, but every part of your body was begging for it. Every time you climaxed, your vagina would involuntarily contract.”

Angel let out a cold laugh. “Is that so. Then be prepared for tonight.”

“I already said I don’t want to.”

“It doesn’t matter if you want to or not, if you don’t come to me, I’ll come to you. It’s that simple.”

With that, Angel turned and went straight to her room, leaving Sam still outside, looking up at the sky.

Damn. What kind of situation is this?

Sam didn’t go to Angel’s room but returned to his own, even planning to lock the door.

However, in the middle of the night, Sam felt a bit thirsty, and since there was no water left in his room, he had no choice but to go downstairs to get some.

Just as he turned the corner, right at the fridge.

“Brother?”

The moment he opened the fridge, not only did light shine out, but a voice emerged as well.

Sam almost jumped in fright.

The terrifying scene from last night hadn’t completely left his mind, and here was another scare?

Sam calmed down and saw it was his sister, leaning against the cabinet next to the fridge, holding an open bottle of Coke.

“What are you doing up so late?”

Ava frowned and huffed. “Nothing, just thirsty.”

Sam looked at her amusedly. “Thirsty, so you drink Coke? Who told you that would quench your thirst?”

Ava turned her head away in dissatisfaction and took another sip, as if in defiance. “I like it. What’s it to you?”

“I’m your brother. If I don’t care, who will?”

“Who asked you to care.”

Ava, holding her Coke, walked past Sam towards the door, opening it to let the moonlight in.

The girl, in a white nightgown and barefoot, seemed somewhat lonely as she sat down on the pathway under the eaves.

After a moment, Sam decided to join her, sitting down beside Ava, both looking in the same direction. There was the tall garden wall, with some weeds at the edges and a white flower blooming.

The girl beside him, in her white nightgown, suited her well. Her unbound hair fell over her shoulders, draping over her budding breasts.

Ava was beautiful and pure, like the white flower by the garden wall. His sister was truly a unique gift from heaven.

Ava deliberately turned her face away from Sam.

Sam, talking to himself, said, “You’re not nervous and unable to sleep, are you? It’s not like you’re performing on stage tomorrow.”

Ava frowned. “I’m not nervous. Why would I be?”

“Is it because I’m coming to watch that you’re nervous?”

Without thinking, Ava instinctively retorted, “How could that be! Nervous because of you? That’s absolutely impossible.”

“So, you’re very confident then?”

“I… I’ve rehearsed many times already. Everyone says I pick things up quickly, so there definitely won’t be any problems.”

Sam said, “No matter how well you prepare, it’s still preparation. You need to be cautious…”

“Are you here to help me, or to mess me up? I think you just want to see me make a fool of myself!”

Ava looked at her brother somewhat angrily. What was he saying? Wasn’t this just making her more nervous?

But Sam just smiled at Ava.

His handsome face and clear smile, illuminated by the moonlight, seemed to be covered in a faint glow. Such a smile was enchanting, captivating everyone who saw it, including the girl in front of him.

Caught in the spell of his smile, Ava heard Sam’s magnetic, almost magical words. “It’s nothing, besides reminding you to focus more, I also want to tell you. I’m not going to watch you in the hope of seeing you fail, I’m just looking forward to it.”

“Looking forward to what…”

“Looking forward to seeing if my sister has grown into an even better girl… Although in my eyes, you’re already good enough, but I’m eager to see an even better you. And I have absolute faith in you, that you’ll show everyone at the event that you are the most unique girl in Cedarwood, the one and only Ava.”

At that moment, Ava’s eyes widened. She even stretched out her hands, feeling an impulse to hug Sam tightly right then and there. For some reason, looking into his eyes, listening to his words, it was as if she could hear his sincerity.

Ava could clearly feel that Sam had a lot of faith in her.

But Ava didn’t reach out her hands. She didn’t want to be seen as a fragile girl, especially in front of her brother.

Besides, the event hadn’t even started yet… What if it turned out to be a disaster?

She would save that hug for when everything was successfully over. She was going to succeed. After all, Sam said she was the most unique girl in Cedarwood.

Ava stood up. “You don’t need to say it, I am that kind of girl. I’m going back to sleep, you should rest early too.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Sam watched Ava leave, then rubbed his eyes.

He had activated his Temptation Constitution, not for any other reason but to ensure his words would deeply penetrate her heart, serving as a psychological suggestion that she would undoubtedly succeed.

This must count as help, right? Although it couldn’t directly enhance her chances of success, sometimes confidence alone is enough to achieve certain things. She wasn’t without ability; it was just her youth and the instability of her mindset that were the issues.

Yes… Sam certainly was a good brother.

Wait a minute? What had he come downstairs for?

Sam nearly forgot he was still thirsty, standing up and heading back towards the fridge.

He had just opened the fridge and taken a big gulp of water when he heard footsteps. Frowning, he saw at the turn… a black dress. And, unsurprisingly, a familiar figure appeared before him.

Wearing a nightgown, with a lazy, seductive demeanor, Angel walked towards him.

Without a second thought, Sam started to walk away. “What a coincidence, you’re here for water too…”

Planning to slip away, but unexpectedly, “Snap.” Sam’s wrist was caught.

He turned his head to see Angel’s eyes slightly squinted, as if glowing in the darkness. “Who said I was here for water?”

“Then what are you here for…”

She moved closer to Sam, with a familiar scent, carrying the kind of desire that excited countless men.

Angel’s enticing body pressed up against him, not just that, but she also pushed Sam against the edge of the fridge.

“Of course, to finish what wasn’t done before dinner…”