The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 139
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Chapter 139: Can you wear this set next time?
Sophie hadn’t yet made an appearance, but the time to depart had arrived.
Sam boarded the bus and found himself a seat. Due to his late arrival, only two vacant seats were left, prompting him to walk over and sit down, conveniently leaving an empty seat beside him.
Alice, naturally, wanted to sit next to Sam, but as a teacher, such an action would surely raise suspicions, so she abandoned the idea.
Despite the thrill of flirting with the forbidden, she knew she couldn’t pursue excitement at all costs. What would differentiate her from a lunatic if she did?
Just before departure, a figure finally boarded the bus.
Many eyes immediately turned her way, yet she received none of their gazes, as if tuned to a unique frequency on the radio, rejecting any other sound waves.
She moved calmly, seeking a seat on her own. The front seats were all taken, and even when someone signaled an offer to make room for her, she didn’t accept, not needing such kindness.
Upon noticing the naturally vacant seat, she directly sat down.
Then…
“See, I told you we have a connection,” a familiar voice chimed in.
Sophie turned her head stiffly, only to be met with Sam’s smiling face. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“Sam, are you haunting me now?” she said, though softly and lightly, her tone still a little laced with annoyance.
Sam, smiling, observed Sophie, who seemed somewhat cuter today. It wasn’t her tone of voice that was cute…
But it’s undeniable, Sophie, in her white T-shirt tucked into a black skirt, had the charming vibe of the girl-next-door.
“What do you mean ‘haunting you’? Get it straight; I was here first. If you insist on sitting next to me, how am I the one haunting you?”
Sophie felt a headache coming on. Sitting down seemed to mean she’d have to engage in an endless tangle with Sam, a situation all too familiar to her.
It seemed she had grown accustomed to it, yet what she feared and sought to avoid most was getting used to things, to getting used to being around certain people.
Sometimes, habit is the real killer.
That’s because once you get used to someone’s presence, they might become your Achilles’ heel. You’d dread their absence, feeling utterly unnatural without them.
Thus, Sophie quickly leaned forward to look around.
Leaning against his seat, Sam said with a smile, “Don’t bother, all the other seats are taken. This bus only has so many spots. If you’re thinking of switching, I’d suggest hanging on the roof.”
Sophie, miffed, leaned back and pulled out her earphones and phone, immediately starting to listen to music with her microphone off, completely ignoring Sam’s words.
Especially in front of so many people, engaging in conversation with Sam… would that not completely shatter her usually cool and distant image?
It might give others the wrong impression, as if Sophie only befriends handsome men… hmph, as if.
Sam, of course, didn’t mind. Knowing this to be Sophie’s style, he leaned against the window and started playing with his phone.
What surprised him was a message from a girl who wasn’t on this bus and wouldn’t be joining this Summer Camp Experience.
Angel: [What are you up to?]
After some thought, Sam took a photo.
Sam: [image]
Angel: [You’re at Summer Camp Experience?]
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Sam: [Emoji/small cat smiling] [Yeah.]
Angel: [Why bother with such things… It’s tiring and not fun at all.]
If I’m not here, where else should I be? Can I going to go to your house, strip you naked and fuck your cunt with my big cock?
That sounded a bit rude, didn’t it?
Sam: [Anyway, just idling is boring. Emoji/small cat smirking.]
Angel: [Why would you send such a sleazy emoji?]
Sam: [Sleazy? I think it’s pretty good. Emoji/Pikachu smirking.]
Angel: [No more emojis allowed.]
Sam: [Why? It’s fun. If we can’t use emojis in chat, why not just write letters? Emoji/small cat scratching its head.]
Angel: [If you send one more, I’ll come find you at your Summer Camp Experience location.]
Sam: [I was wrong.]
Sam resisted the urge to continue sending emojis. How could someone chat without using emojis? Sam didn’t get it.
Angel: [Unless you turn your own photos into emojis.]
Sam: [Wouldn’t that be too embarrassing? Even someone as vain as me couldn’t do that.]
Indeed, everyone has their vanity, and while it’s fun to use friends’ funny photos as emojis, one’s own are off-limits.
Angel: [How long is Summer Camp Experience?]
Sam: [Three days and two nights.]
Angel: [That long? Just go for a day.]
Sam: [Why? It’s only three days. Are you already missing me that much?]
Angel: [Haha. Perhaps it’s you who’s missing someone else’s taste more, right?]
Sam, of course, understood exactly what Angel was alluding to, with images of seductive and enchanting moments flashing through his mind.
The allure was undeniable – the sensual breasts, the noble temperament, the suppressed moans – Sam almost had an erection on the spot.
Sam: [Sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just looking to enhance my learning on this trip, laying a solid foundation for a bright future ahead.]
Angel didn’t respond for a moment, leading Sam to think she had finally had enough of his feigned propriety.
But just a minute later, she sent a message.
Angel: [Photo]
Sam, slightly puzzled, clicked on it instinctively, nearly causing a nosebleed. The photo was a freshly taken one, even featuring a date stamp.
But it wasn’t just any photo—it was of Angel in black stockings.
If it were only that, Sam wouldn’t have been so shocked. But upon zooming in, he noticed not just the slim, enticing legs wrapped in black stockings but also, peeking from under a black skirt, the hint of underwear.
Lace, wasn’t it? Black stockings, a black skirt, and white lace underwear.
Sam felt an overwhelming rush, as if he had just taken a potent Viagra, instinctively crossing his legs to contain himself.
Sam struggled to control his impulses, even briefly entertaining the idea of stopping the bus and running off towards a certain residence on Cherry Blossom Avenue.
He took a deep breath, silently saved the picture, and then, with all the seriousness he could muster, sent a reply.
Sam: [Can you wear this set next time?]
Angel: [? Next time? What next time? What are you talking about?]
Sam: [It’s not the first time, no need to pretend, right?]
Angel: [I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t want to be a stumbling block on your path to a bright future. Sorry, I don’t understand your meaning.]
Sam pondered for a moment. One should resist their desires. Otherwise, what separates us from beasts? Humans can have instincts, but they must also learn to control them.
So…
Sam: [Please.]
Angel: [Let’s see how you behave when you return.]
The conversation ended there.
It’s no exaggeration to say that Sam was already looking forward to their next meeting.
Some things are just like that: at first, you resist with all your might, fearing that once something happens, it’s like opening Pandora’s box, beyond control.
But once it inevitably happens, it feels like the shackles are unlocked, and you find yourself excitedly riding the waves in the storm. Perhaps this is also a part of human nature.
Sam, almost instinctively, turned his head and saw someone leaning over, staring intently at his phone screen. Sam immediately turned off his screen.
“Sophie, didn’t any teacher ever tell you that it’s wrong to sneak a look at someone else’s privacy?”
Sophie immediately withdrew her gaze, feigning indifference. “Why would I watch your chat? You’re overthinking it. I’m not curious about you at all.”
“Oh? Then how did you know I was chatting?” Sam countered, prompting Sophie’s cheeks to flush.
“I just glanced once! Look at you, getting all anxious. You must be talking to that woman about something inappropriate…”
Sophie had inferred the identity of the other party from Sam’s remarks, of course. She couldn’t make out the content in full detail, but it seemed to vaguely mention things like performance, next time, future…
Strange stuff.
Sam chuckled, “Do all you girls like to deflect and bite back when caught doing something wrong?”
Sophie snorted coldly. “I can’t be bothered with you.”
Then, for the rest of the trip to their destination, Sophie didn’t speak to Sam. While Sam was relieved by the peace, Sophie spent the journey pondering.
What could Sam and Angel possibly chat about? Were their conversations as mundane and trivial as the ones he had with her at night?
Or were they discussing something else…
After a two-hour journey, they finally arrived at their destination, temporarily leaving the bustling center of Kuhang City for a remote mountain’s mid-slope.
This was an astronomical observatory specifically designed to attract astronomy enthusiasts and meteor believers.
Sophie quickly got off the bus, seemingly making a deliberate effort to avoid Sam, disappearing into the crowd. Sam, on the other hand, walked slowly at the end of the line until a voice discreetly whispered in his ear.
“Seems like you were enjoying your chat, Sam.”
Turning his head, he was met with Alice’s stunning face, indicating she had noticed what he had been up to on the bus.
Sam immediately responded with a smile. “Just a casual chat with a classmate…”
“Choosing quite the person to chat with, all unique and beautiful girls. I’ve underestimated you, daring to do such things under my watch…”
“How could that be, Teacher Alice? I’m very restrained, I definitely wouldn’t do anything inappropriate.”
Alice’s gaze turned dangerous, yet she smiled. “You’d better be… I hope you can keep yourself in check, including your…”
Sam’s eyes widened in shock, his gaze nervously shifting to the students ahead, grateful that no one was looking at him at the moment.
Otherwise they would have clearly seen the mature woman beside him, dressed in a long skirt with a unique aura, her hand clutching his cock tightly…
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