The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 177

Chapter 177: Sister teaching her brother about sex… isn’t that normal?
They arrived at Angel’s house.

Elowen, who had taken on the role of the driver, not only had to drive in but also got out to open the rear car door.

Since Sam and Angel usually sat in the back, and Sam wasn’t one to put on airs, he naturally reached out to open it.

This time, being sandwiched in the middle, it proved inconvenient; he couldn’t just reach over Celeste, and it was even less appropriate to lean over Angel to open the door.

After all, Angel’s temperament was quite clear-cut and straightforward—she didn’t even like Sam on top of her in bed.

When Elowen opened the rear door and then took the initiative to open an umbrella, Angel gracefully stepped out of the car.

However, she was puzzled after a couple of steps.

Usually, when it rained, Elowen would hold the umbrella for her mother, and she would just handle her own. Now that Elowen was holding the umbrella for her, what about the two people behind her?

Turning around,

She just caught sight of Sam opening an umbrella and then extending a hand, allowing her mother to elegantly rest her hand on his, while Sam held the umbrella to shield her from the rain.

Due to the awkwardness of the gesture, some rain still fell on Sam’s exposed shoulders and back.

But Sam seemed unfazed.

Celeste, on the other hand, looked at Sam with great satisfaction.

“Oh, it’s so nice to have a son, so considerate.”

Angel clenched her fists, not understanding why she felt this way at this moment.

She didn’t know if it was because her mother had taken the place that was rightfully hers, or if Sam’s actions seemed to be usurping her own role.

Of course, Angel didn’t believe that Sam’s actions were a challenge to her status.

She knew Sam’s audacity; if he really had such intentions, she would have been able to control him long ago, not waiting until now without success.

Sam certainly wasn’t angling for a way into Angel’s family. Although he still couldn’t quite fathom Celeste’s motives, he had a vague sense that to her, he was at best a tool.

She wanted to use him to achieve some end.

As for what that end was, he didn’t yet know. Sam had no other choice but to play along convincingly for the time being.

Celeste was mature and composed, not like Angel with her personality flaws that could be exploited. This woman was watertight… there was simply no better way to bluff her.

So, preferring to get a bit wet himself, Sam escorted Angel’s mother into the courtyard without letting a single drop of rain or a speck of mud touch her.

In contrast, Sam’s own back was thoroughly soaked.

Celeste looked genuinely concerned.

“Oh dear, Sam got all wet himself. I told you I could manage on my own.”

Angel retorted with sarcasm.

“Serves him right.”

Sam just smiled nonchalantly.

“It’s nothing, I hardly ever get sick, I’ll be fine.”

Indeed, with his Self-Healing ability and resistance to illness, it was difficult for Sam to get sick at all.

If he were to undergo a medical check-up, his data could be described as that of the healthiest human.

Celeste had a servant bring a towel and personally helped to wipe the rain off Sam’s neck and head.

This made Sam quite embarrassed, after all, being so close to her mother’s face, even though the bottom line in his heart constantly reminded him that she was Angel’s mother, Celeste was still a woman, and a very charming one at that.

Sam had to try his best to calm his male instincts, even being careful not to breathe in too much of the scent of Celeste’s perfume.

Fortunately, the toweling off was over quickly.

Celeste said with a smile.

“Dinner has already been prepared in advance, let’s go eat now. By the way, Sam, you’ve had dinner at my place before, haven’t you? How did you find it? Was our cooking to your satisfaction?”

Sam nodded with a smile.

“Of course, I’m satisfied. I’m just a kid from the countryside; I’ve never had the chance to eat such fine food. It’s almost a waste on me.”

Celeste shook her head.

“Not at all. Food is meant to be eaten, whether it’s exotic delicacies or simple country greens. That’s the value of their existence.”

So she’s still a capitalist at heart… In her eyes, all things and beings only have value in relation to them, not for their own inherent significance. What then, is the value of my own existence?

Sam could only respond with a smile.

Soon they were seated, with Sam next to Angel.

Selena arrived late, her sleepy eyes and tousled hair a clear sign she had just been roused from bed.

As she sat down next to Celeste and saw Sam winking at her, she paused, adorably rubbing her eyes.

“Sam! You’re here too!”

The young girl seemed pleasantly surprised by Sam’s presence.

Celeste said with a gentle smile.

“Selena, from now on, Sam will be your older brother, you know?”

“Ah? Why’s that?”

“Because Sam is now my godson.”

“Ah! Really?!”

“Are you happy about it?”

Selena’s big, cute eyes widened.

“Of course, I’m happy! I’ve always wanted a brother like Sam! This is awesome!”

Sam chuckled. She really was still a little girl, oblivious to everything.

But if Ava found out about his new relationship with Angel, what would she feel? And how should she refer to Angel now?

At the dinner table, Angel became reticent, instinctively retreating into silence amidst the chatter around her, a trait she seemed to share with Sophie. This left Sam alone to fend off the pressure.

Despite feeling extremely tired, as if he could fall asleep at any moment, he forced himself to stay alert, eating and answering Celeste’s curious questions.

Celeste was very inquisitive about Sam.

“Sam, aside from our own country, which other culture do you appreciate?” she asked.

“Hmm… probably China. I really like their food, as well as some of their books and music.”

“Really? I’m quite fond of it too. But Chinese dishes seem to be quite spicy, and they use a lot of oil. I wonder if our stomachs can handle it.”

Sam explained with a laugh.

“Chinese cuisine is vast and varied; it’s not just about spicy flavors. There’s sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, savory, and everything in between. Even the most humble ingredients can be turned into something delicious. A reliable chef can create dishes with a strong character tailored to your taste.”

Celeste nodded slightly.

“It seems you’ve done quite a bit of research on Chinese culture, Sam.”

Sam smiled sheepishly.

In truth, most of what he knew was from what Louis had told him. Louis’s father was Chinese, making him of mixed heritage.

Celeste continued to probe Sam on various topics, such as life in the countryside, his parents, and his sister. It felt like the meal lasted a year, and the conversation never seemed to end.

Finally, the girl beside him put down her utensils.

“I’m full, how about you?” she asked, looking straight at Sam.

Sam also set down his cutlery.

“Yeah, I’m full too.”

“Let’s go then.”

With that, Angel took Sam’s hand and pulled him up.

Sam was somewhat taken aback. Wasn’t this a bit too forward in front of her mother?

Celeste was taken aback.

“What are you two up to?”

Angel smiled at her mother.

“He’s gonna tutor me in my room, remember? It was your bet, wasn’t it?”

Celeste eyed her daughter skeptically.

“Just tutoring?”

Angel shrugged nonchalantly.

“Don’t trust us? Feel free to pop in and supervise. Let’s go.”

With that, she tugged Sam’s hand and they left the dining room posthaste. Sam was clueless about what to do next.

Might as well go with the flow, he thought, since Celeste didn’t seem to be putting up a fight.

So there he was, yanked by the shirt, and hauled off to Angel’s room.

“Close the door.”

Once inside, Angel sat on a chair and fixed Sam with a stern look, like a strict tutor.

Sam felt a hint of danger creeping closer.

His hand hovered over the doorknob. Should he bolt out now or really shut the door?

Then came Angel’s voice from behind.

“If you even think about running, just imagine the consequences. Not even my mom can protect you all the time.”

“Bang.”

The door shut.

Sam turned around with a grin.

“Why would I run? I’m not that kind of guy. Plus, you’re not going to eat me, right?”

Angel’s cold laugh sent chills.

“I won’t eat you, but what about killing you?”

Sam’s heart skipped a beat, but he kept his familiar smile.

“No need for that, right? I haven’t done anything…”

“Haven’t done anything? You’re practically my mom’s lapdog.”

“That’s nonsense.”

Angel’s icy gaze bore into him.

“Come here.”

Hesitant, Sam still moved closer.

The girl in the pleated skirt and knee-high socks exuded a youthful charm. But her current expression was far from friendly. Each step towards her felt like a step into the abyss.

Sam was only a step away when Angel stretched out her long leg, her foot landing provocatively against Sam’s crotch.

Sam instinctively wanted to step back, but Angel’s icy voice stopped him.

“Take a step back, and you’re toast.”

With no other option, Sam stood his ground, looking helplessly at her and asking, “What are you trying to do?”

Angel looked at Sam with a mocking smile, then began to prod his cock with the tip of her foot.

“It seems you’re quite eager to be my ‘older brother,’ even coming up with that bet for my mom,” she teased.

Sam immediately denied any involvement.

“What does that have to do with me?”

“You think I didn’t see you messaging in front of me?”

As they spoke, Angel’s leg was raised high, her toes touching Sam’s chest. From his angle, Sam could clearly see up her pleated skirt. Although her panties obscured the most intimate view, he was no stranger to the allure of her thighs.

The sensation of her toes was unique, feeling less like a punishment and more like a reward.

“So you think now that my mom’s taken you as her godson, you can do whatever you want, even scheme against me?” Angel’s foot inched higher, almost reaching his face.

To prevent her foot from entering his mouth, Sam had no choice but to grasp her calf and gently lower it.

“That’s not it at all. I wouldn’t dare scheme against you, and I know being a godson isn’t really a big deal, it’s more like a prank,” he explained.

Seeing Sam hold her leg, Angel didn’t resist or struggle; instead, she seemed to remember something.

“Massage my leg,” she commanded.

“Okay.”

Without objection, Sam sat on the edge of the bed, placing her leg on his lap and began to massage it gently.

Leaning back in her chair, Angel half-closed her eyes, watching Sam’s meticulous fingers at work.

Honestly, she was kind of digging it.

His touch was magical, each area he massaged felt inexplicably soothing, even pleasurable.

“So, what do you think about tutoring me?” she asked with a hint of mischief.

Sam put on a defeated look.

“Me, tutor you? I wouldn’t dare. Wouldn’t I be setting myself up to lose? Unless you’re planning to throw the next test on purpose?”

“And if you actually beat me, would you really make me get a tattoo on my chest?”

She smiled slyly, “Of course, I’ll make you.”

“Then how can I lose? I’ve got to win.”

“But I don’t really fancy calling you ‘big bro.'”

“So let’s just drop it, okay? Treat it as a joke, no biggie.”

“My mom won’t buy that. She takes bets and promises seriously. What are we gonna do?”

Sam glanced at her.

“How about… you take one for the team?”

“The nerve! You’d be the first to suggest that.”

Clearly, that wasn’t an option.

“So, what do we do?” Sam asked, feeling stuck.

Angel tilted her head back slightly, placing her other leg on Sam’s lap, watching his hands glide from her calf to her thigh, her cheeks flushing a noticeable pink.

“Let’s give you a chance to win. You help me with my studies, and we’ll see who comes out on top in the real test. No backing out.”

“You sure about that?” Sam blinked.

Angel leaned forward, plucking at the tie on Sam’s shirt.

She moved closer to his handsome face.

Her breath was enchanting, her gaze, though, was full of danger.

“Looks like you really want to beat me. Confident, aren’t you?”

Sam didn’t answer straight away. Instead, he shifted his gaze, playing it cool.

“Everyone’s got their weak spots…”

She chuckled, “You’ll soon find out what being a genius really means.”

“Don’t count me out. I’m a genius in my own right.”

“You’re just a dope.”

Angel didn’t hold back in her teasing.

“Fine, fine, I’m the dope, and only the Heiress here is the smart cookie.”

Sam threw up his hands in mock defeat.

Angel blinked at him.

“What did you just call me?”

“…It’s just the two of us, do we really need to be so formal?”

Looking at Angel’s captivating face, so close he could almost touch it, she leaned in even closer, her breath warm and enticing.

“Say it.”

“…Older sister.”

Hearing that word, especially coming from him, made Angel’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of red.

Then, just as Sam sensed something amiss.

She moved swiftly, almost yanking at Sam’s collar, pulling him in without a moment’s hesitation.

Instantly, a familiar sensation invaded Sam’s lips.

He pushing her away slightly.

“What are you doing? Your mom is still in the house!”

Sam was also affected; the familiar sensation stirred his desires quite noticeably.

But he couldn’t just give in without restraint.

However, Sam had underestimated the girl’s boldness and recklessness. Angel retracted her legs, stood up, and forcefully pushed Sam, who was sitting on the bed, down.

Then she straddled him, looking down from her elevated position with a slight curl of her lips and a captivating gaze.

“What’s there to be afraid of? You’re just tutoring me. Isn’t it normal for a brother to help his sister with her studies?”

“Do you think your mom would believe that?” Sam said helplessly.

Angel leaned forward, her long hair falling around her like vines in a dense forest.

“It’s fine. A brother tutoring his sister, and a sister teaching her brother about sex… isn’t that normal?”

“That’s not how it works… Mmph!”

Once again.

She pressed down.

The familiar sensation swept over him, an undeniable desire churning tumultuously within Sam’s heart.

Is this the game we’re playing? Are ethical boundaries just a means to add spice for Angel?