The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Meeting each other is already the best arrangement fate has to offer
How can one describe everything happening in the cinema?

In the front row, people were fully engrossed in a rather good romantic movie, fully justifying the price of their tickets with their undivided attention.

In a more secluded corner to the side.

It seemed like a couple, watching the movie while whispering sweet nothings to each other, occasionally indulged in some uncontrollable small gestures.

Of course, in this day and age, none of this is particularly unusual. It seems everyone understands the actions young people feel they need to express their love.

But in the back row, where there should have been two people, it appeared as though one had vanished.

Only Sam remained, practically lying in his chair, as if the movie had lulled him into a sleepy daze, his eyes half-closed.

Yet, if one were to draw closer, they could hear the occasionally deep breaths of this very handsome man.

Of course.

Zoe hadn’t disappeared.

She was there, just in a different manner… no, more accurately, in a different posture.

Zoe was on her knees, holding Sam’s penis in her hands, her face almost nestled between his legs. Carefully retracting her teeth, she welcomed Sam’s glans with her lips and soft tongue, gently sucking to draw it deeper.

Due to its size, some saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth. She softly sucked on Sam’s penis, her agile tongue moving with the rhythm of her actions, continually caressing it with gentle affection.

Under the dim lights, such actions were almost invisible.

Yet, Sam still had a sense of crisis, subtly using his hand to block any potential lines of sight and glances, though this was entirely his own overthinking.

Sam was curious about something, too.

Why was it that every time he interacted with these so-called female leads, things always escalated into such ‘out of control’ scenarios?

It seemed incomprehensible.

Upon realizing all this took place in the realm of a game world, it all seemed to make sense to Sam.

There was no longer a need to puzzle over the magical forces at play; he had grown accustomed to, even comfortable with, such developments.

Zoe was thoroughly engaged, her tongue tirelessly caressing him, accompanied by soft hums of approval.

Gradually, this form of oral sex brought Sam immense satisfaction.

Thirty minutes had passed, and the movie continued on, as did Zoe’s fellatio of Sam. He didn’t try to hold back from climaxing, preferring instead for it to end sooner. However, due to his enhanced attributes, his stamina had become remarkably strong.

An hour later, as the movie neared its end, Sam finally reached orgasm, ejaculating entirely into Zoe’s mouth.

Zoe looked around.

Sam quickly redressed, glad to have finished in time before the movie ended.

Though Zoe couldn’t speak, her mouth filled with Sam’s semen, their eye contact seemed to communicate everything that needed to be said. Her current state appeared even more alluring without words.

Observing Zoe’s somewhat uncomfortable expression, Sam sighed silently.

Was proving oneself necessary?

Couldn’t they have simply enjoyed the movie? The money spent on tickets went to waste as they missed the film’s most exciting parts.

Due to the prolonged oral sex, Zoe’s face was flushed, likely needing some time to recover. What impressed Sam the most, however, was Zoe’s endurance.

It was understandable.

Zoe had diligently performed oral sex, but this effort was somewhat beyond her capacity, given the size of Sam’s penis.

The instinctive gag reflex during the act was inevitable.

Sam took a deep breath, then looked at Zoe with concern.

“Zoe, are you okay?”

Zoe shook her head, opening her mouth to spit the semen into a tissue, then crumpled it into a ball.

Sam’s ejaculation was indeed copious, but that was just the reality of a not-yet-19-year-old Sam—youthful and strong.

This is the kind of prowess expected of the quintessential male lead in this world.

“I’m okay… but I’m not very skilled at it, I didn’t take good care of Sam…” Zoe seemed somewhat remorseful and unwilling to accept her performance as sufficient.

Really now?

To feel competitive about such a matter? What kind of unusual competitive spirit is this? Even Angel didn’t have such an outrageous character.

Reflecting on it, the various ‘female leads’ didn’t exactly compete to be better than one another; each had her unique characteristics.

Sam immediately shook his head.

“You did very well.”

Zoe, with her cheeks flushed, looked up at Sam with a tender gaze.

“Really? Are you satisfied? Did I make you feel comfortable and pleased?” Her question was direct.

It was a tough question for Sam, as he needed to maintain his persona; he couldn’t appear too satisfied.

“I’m quite satisfied… considering how hard you tried… but let’s not do this again, look, your knees are red.”

Sam seemed more concerned for Zoe, not lost in the extraordinary experience just passed.

Despite Zoe’s oral sex being somewhat awkward and not particularly skilled, just the sight of her performing the act was an unparalleled experience from a psychological perspective.

Zoe shook her head.

“How could I not… after all, Sam, you’ve helped me so much. Even though the outcome was somewhat unexpected, it was the best it could be. I’m not ungrateful… moreover, if it’s for Sam, I’m very willing to do this for you.”

Looking at Zoe’s shyly smiling face, Sam sighed with a sense of resignation.

It seemed Zoe was falling deeper.

The movie ended quickly, and the two left the cinema. Zoe, still holding onto the tissue and with flushed cheeks, whispered, “Wait for me a moment, I need to go to the restroom to clean up a bit…”

Sam looked at her, puzzled. “You could just throw the tissue in the bin, no need to go to the restroom for that.”

But Zoe just smiled at Sam. “It’s not just about that… I also need to take care of some other things… Oh, never mind, it’s embarrassing to say…”

Sam couldn’t help but smile. Talking about being embarrassed while bringing it up anyway?

Once in the restroom, Zoe locked the door and quickly took off her skirt and underwear.

She reached inside herself, masturbating while whispering softly, “Sam, you know, I truly love you.”

“Sam, I really hope that one day, you can truly make love to me, instead of me having to express my love for you in this way.”

…

Sam didn’t have to wait too long, about ten minutes or so, before Zoe came out of the restrooms.

After she emerged, Zoe seemed too embarrassed to hook her arm in Sam’s again, even though they had appeared so close and intimate in the movie theater, engaging in acts as intimate as oral sex.

However, after Zoe reached climax through masturbation, it was as if a reset button had been hit, and their interaction reverted back to how it was before.

That is to say, at their core, they were essentially neighbors—nothing more than friends who called each other brother and sister, without any blood relation.

The two strolled down the streets as evening approached.

Sam felt refreshed and invigorated, while Zoe’s face was no longer so flushed.

As the streetlights began to illuminate, Zoe turned to the handsome man beside her. “How about we grab dinner together later?”

Sam thought for a moment and then shook his head.

“I promised my teacher I’d head back before dinner. Can’t make it this time; maybe next time,” he replied.

Zoe seemed a bit disappointed, especially since she had given Sam a blowjob at the cinema earlier, which apparently did not significantly alter their relationship.

This gave Zoe a strange sense of illusion, as if she were caught between a dream and reality, itching with a restless energy for which she found no outlet.

Zoe had been restraining herself, resisting the urge to claim Sam as her own too eagerly. Yet, the more she held back, the more this itchy, restless feeling grew.

What was going on?

“Well, it seems it won’t work out this time. And having you with me today, I’ve even wasted your time from the SamSummer Camp Experience.”

Sam chuckled. “What’s the big deal? It’s fine, really. The Summer Camp Experience is just okay, nothing particularly captivating about it.”

As Zoe watched the sun gradually set on the horizon, it was as though the night was announcing its arrival to the world.

The street they were walking on was bustling with pedestrians and vendors, brimming with life. It seemed only in such an atmosphere could Zoe truly feel alive.

“Sam… it’s not that simple, you know.”

“Hm?” Sam turned his attention to Zoe, who seemed to take on a special aura. Her beautiful cheeks, under the dim glow of the evening, radiated a unique beauty.

She looked like a model in a shop window, basking in solitary light that did not detract from her radiance.

“Youth, you see, is something that once gone, never returns. So, we should cherish every moment, leaving no room for regrets. Although we all know that life is inevitably filled with them, the fewer, the better, right?” She smiled at Sam, her demeanor now resembling that of a wise older sister.

Sam grinned. “Sis Zoe, you sure sound experienced. Are you giving me advice as someone who’s been through it?”

“Tap.”

“Tap.”

“Tap.”

The distinctive sound of Zoe’s high heels echoed.

She took a few steps to walk beside Sam, took a deep breath, and then gently held onto one of Sam’s fingers.

Just the little finger.

It was as if this gesture was telling Sam their relationship was still incomplete, with many joys yet unexplored. Yet, this did not hinder the woman’s somewhat surging emotions at that moment.

Zoe said softly, “No, I just want to tell you, I don’t want to be a regret of yours… and I don’t want you to become one of mine.”

Her words struck a chord, hitting the soul deeply.

Often, what leaves a lasting impression isn’t the various actions during moments of intimacy but the words whispered by her at your side after it’s all over.

No matter how much time passes, these memories remain vivid and indelible, like a photograph that never fades or a tape that remains clear, always reminding you of the heartbeat’s melody from those days.

Sam did not immediately respond, as such words seemed hard to answer.

But Zoe did not press for an answer; she simply gently tugged on Sam’s little finger, shaking his arm lightly.

Then, she spoke with a carefree tone, “Alright, don’t overthink it. For many people, just meeting each other in this lifetime is hard enough; everything else will follow in its own time…”

Indeed. The world is filled with bizarre and mysterious colors. The more you want, the more you stand to lose.

Many wander through this world with seeming purpose, diligently chasing after things worth pursuing, only to realize later that they can carry nothing with them. Instead, they miss out on many things that should have been cherished longer.

Grey hair is not necessarily a substitute for snow, and meeting each other is already the best arrangement fate has to offer…

But truly, who can be content with just that?