The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Can I really say that to you?
“Let’s wrap this up, shall we? After all, we’re at your place, and it wouldn’t be good if your mom found out we’ve been at it for too long…”

Sam’s voice, tinged with a hint of depth, seemed to betray his less than stellar condition, punctuated occasionally by Angel’s faint gasps of breath.

To the uninitiated, it might sound like someone was running a marathon in the room.

But that was far from the case.

Sam, lying on the bed, had his clothes undone long ago, revealing his beautifully sculpted torso.

In fact, not just his torso, his entire body was bared, flawless in form, though at this moment, with a scarf blindfolding his eyes, he looked somewhat peculiar.

And sitting on Sam’s cock, a beautiful woman was continuously swaying her hips.

The scene was blood-stirring, utterly tantalizing.

Anyone who witnessed it would likely carry an indelible memory for life.

The girl of noble demeanor now wore an expression of extraordinary excitement, her skin glistening with sweat.

It was evident she was exerting herself, engaged in something immensely thrilling.

Indeed.

Angel was exhilarated.

Excited by the sight of Sam, blindfolded and unable to see anything, the fervor in her eyes was unmistakable.

“Shut up… Why should we wrap this up? Are you about to lose control and finish? Even if you can’t hold it, you better hold on, because I’m having the time of my life right now~”

Angel uttered these words.

Sam could only offer an awkward smile in response.

Who would have thought that what seemed like a perfectly normal game at the start would evolve into such a scenario?

Sam’s eyes were covered, his vision was indeed compromised, and with most of his senses veiled.

It was just as Angel had said at the beginning. With some senses restrained, the sensations in other parts of the body became particularly pronounced.

How to put it? Making love blindfolded heightened the sensitivity manifold compared to the usual experience.

Sam didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. He was trying his best to endure, to not surrender prematurely, to not let his opponent claim the final ‘victory’ in this contest.

He persisted because he knew one thing: Angel was also on the brink of losing her composure.

He could feel her body’s subtle tremors quite clearly.

Even Angel herself was aware of it; she was in a constant state of orgasm, her body nearly at its limit!

So she became even more urgent, more dissatisfied.

“Why haven’t you ejaculated yet? What are you holding out for?! How can you stay so hard in front of me, it feels good, doesn’t it? Just come already!”

Sam didn’t speak, just kept taking deep breaths.

And Angel, she wasn’t going to restrain herself any longer.

The experience of an orgasm can indeed obliterate one’s rationality and inner resolve.

Like the escalating climax that now consumed Angel’s mind, leaving only one thought.

Continue.

Faster.

The Even orgasm could be even more intense!

She no longer cared whether Sam was about to come.

Angel now only wanted to scale the peak of orgasmic bliss, to reap that supreme sense of achievement.

“!!”

As Sam ejaculated, Angel’s entire body began to tremble, her vagina contracting irregularly; she had reached the pinnacle of orgasm, yet she did not scream out loud.

Because she still retained the last shred of rationality, she kept reminding herself that she couldn’t be so unrestrained in this house, under her mother’s watchful eye.

When a sweaty Angel collapsed onto him, both of them were left with heavy, urgent breaths that intermingled, their chests heaving with each intimate contact.

Everything seemed to stop, yet it hadn’t completely ceased.

In the room, filled with an ambiguous and romantic atmosphere, only the heavy breathing remained, along with the sound of rain tapping against the window outside.

Angel’s hair was scattered across Sam’s chin and neck, tickling him slightly.

“It’s about time we wrapped this up.”

Angel lifted her head slightly and removed the scarf from Sam’s face.

Looking at Sam’s expression at that moment, Angel seemed very satisfied.

At least, she was pleased with Sam’s performance during their lovemaking.

“Weren’t you enjoying yourself just now? I wanted you to come quickly, but you kept holding out. Weren’t you afraid my mom might walk in on us?”

Sam looked at Angel, who was still seated on top of him. Her breasts were full and enticing, a mere glance seemed enough to reignite a flame of desire.

But Sam knew they couldn’t go on, not because his body couldn’t handle it, but because they had already spent too much time in the room.

“Enough already, you think I was enjoying it? The only one enjoying it was you. How about you try being blindfolded next time, or maybe we could try something even more thrilling?”

Angel squinted at Sam, the curve of her lips seductive and charming.

She wasn’t mature.

But the occasional glimpse of allure she revealed was something countless women couldn’t achieve. With beauty like hers, the importance of mature charm seemed less significant.

“Something more thrilling? You mean you want to tie up my hands?”

Upon hearing this, Sam could only briefly imagine the scene.

Angel blindfolded?

Angel with her hands bound?

Angel at his mercy, able to verbally resist but physically unable to struggle?

Damn it!

He couldn’t keep thinking about it. Just the thought was so cool, filled with deadly temptation.

“No, I don’t have that kind of fetish, and I don’t want anything like this to happen again.”

At that moment, Angel reached out and caressed Sam’s cheek, that incredibly handsome face that should belong only to her.

“It all depends on how you behave,” she said. “Next time you make me angry, there will be a punishment far worse than this. I may not have that kind of fetish either, but… I’m good at learning, as you should know.”

Sam had no intention of arguing with her on this matter; there was no benefit in doing so.

Winning was like losing, and losing was still losing.

So there was no reason to argue.

He just sighed.

“Let’s get dressed first. What if your mother suddenly comes in? How would we explain?”

Angel smiled faintly.

“What’s there to explain? This scene explains it all.”

“Please, if your mom sees us both naked, she definitely won’t let me off the hook.”

Angel laughed carelessly.

Then she lazily got up and began to dress slowly, as if in no hurry at all.

While Sam was getting dressed, Angel suddenly said something heartfelt.

“Actually, I really want to chain you up in my room, so you can’t go off with other women.”

Sam looked at Angel with annoyance.

“Everyone should be free!”

Angel scoffed disdainfully.

“Freedom under the condition that you can only love me, that you belong only to me.”

Sam sighed. He was already dressed, looking at the girl who was lazily leaning against the headboard, seemingly a bit sleepy.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going then.”

Angel lazily glanced at him.

“Remember to start tutoring me tomorrow.”

“You’re serious?”

Sam was taken aback.

Tutoring Angel? Was it really about studying?

He could imagine what might happen during the tutoring sessions, that scene… it would definitely be tempting. He even doubted whether she truly wanted to study.

Angel sneered.

“Who are you to tell me what to do? Just listen and get lost quickly, before I change my mind, or you won’t be leaving at all.”

Leaving was the priority, so Sam exited her room.

His body still carried countless traces of the girl’s scent, and his clothes, no matter how much he adjusted them, seemed somewhat misshapen.

How to describe his appearance?

He looked like a wife who had been caught by her husband but was desperately trying to pretend that nothing had happened.

Things were getting worse.

He left the room, turned the corner, and there was the long corridor. Not far ahead was the exit door; Sam was already familiar with this place.

So he didn’t need anyone to show him the way.

But what Sam didn’t expect…

The moment he turned the corner…

Was to see a pair of eyes that seemed to glow in the rainy night!

Sam was taken aback.

He stepped back instantly.

He slightly increased the distance, forcing himself to calm down.

Only then did he see, in this corridor, in the darkness, against the backdrop of the pouring rain…

It was Celeste’s face, smiling yet not smiling, always enigmatic.

He felt an uncontrollable urge to roar.

Enough already!

Was it fun to play these close-up scares every day?

But of course, he couldn’t roar. He even had to appear polite and respectful as he said,

“Godmother… I didn’t realize you were here.”

Celeste smiled faintly.

She tilted her head slightly, her demeanor soft and seductive as she looked at Sam.

“Is it finally over? What were you and my daughter doing in the room just now?”

Fucking your daughter… Can I really say that to you?