The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 180

Chapter 180: why do I always wake up because I need to pee?
Sam really wanted to do it.

He was itching to express his ‘anger’ towards this ‘bizarre’ mother and daughter duo.

But he knew all too well that while it might feel good to let loose, the aftermath would be ugly.

Hmm… there might not even be a ‘corpse’ to speak of, so mangled that no one could recognize who it was.

Amidst the pitter-patter of the rain, Sam curbed his impulse and said with a polite smile.

“It’s nothing, just that Angel mentioned she wanted to buckle down and study, so I gave her a little tutoring session.”

“Oh~ is that so?”

Celeste’s gaze seemed to pierce through everything, yet she played along with Sam’s lie.

Sam knew that she probably guessed the truth, but what he couldn’t fathom was why she was going along with it.

And her demeanor was too relaxed, almost as if she didn’t care at all.

After all, Sam had been made love to her daughter; she shouldn’t be indifferent, or perhaps, was this the unique aspect of this woman, seeing something more far-reaching in such a situation?

Sam gave an awkward smile.

“Yeah, that’s right…”

Celeste chuckled.

“Don’t be nervous, I just came to see when you were planning to head back. If the rain gets too heavy, we have rooms here where you can rest. After all, you’re now a son to me, and it wouldn’t do for you to have nowhere to stay.”

Sam immediately shook his head.

“No need, thank you for your kindness, godmother. I still have to get back, and I’m a bit particular about where I sleep; I probably rest better in a more familiar place.”

Celeste nodded, then said thoughtfully.

“Would you like to become more familiar with this place?”

“Huh?”

What did she mean by that?

“Just move in here, I hear you’re renting an apartment. It costs money and it’s inconvenient, why not move here instead? It would make going to and from school much easier, someone could pick you up, and once you’re used to it, you won’t have trouble sleeping. After all, we’re family now, what do you say?”

As Celeste spoke, she reached out and gently tugged at Sam’s collar.

Sam realized what was happening, but under her subtle gaze, he couldn’t dodge, nor did he feel he could. He let Celeste adjust his collar, only for her to spot the not-yet-faded love bite on his collarbone.

Sam felt sweat bead on his forehead.

“Heh… no need for that. It would be too much trouble, and I’m used to living where I am. Maybe there’ll be a chance in the future, but I don’t plan on changing things right now. Thank you.”

Celeste, who had clearly seen the love bite, said nothing. Instead, she simply helped Sam fix his collar, as if it were a mere act of kindness.

“Is that so? It’s not that Sam has some reservations about our family, is it? You don’t want to get closer to us?” she asked with a smile.

Sam quickly returned the smile.

“How could that be? I just feel that rushing to close the gap between us might backfire. There’s a saying, ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder.’ I’m actually afraid you might grow tired of me.”

Celeste smiled and reached out again, but this time not to adjust his clothing. She gently caressed Sam’s cheek, her eyes suddenly filled with a touch of sympathy.

“Why would I grow tired of you? Sam, you’re such a wonderful young man, everyone would like you… Were you tired just now?”

Sam was taken aback. Although he was being caressed by this nearly perfect and terrifying woman, he felt like he couldn’t even breathe too loudly.

“It was okay… Angel is very smart, she catches on quickly, so it wasn’t tiring.”

“She seems a bit rough with you… Did she hurt you?”

She wasn’t talking about tutoring anymore, was she? This sounded more like stating the facts!

Madam, isn’t it a bit odd for you to be saying such things, given your position?

Sam’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“How could it hurt…?”

“That child is just like that, Sam. You’ll have to be a bit more patient with her.”

“I understand… If there’s nothing else, I should be heading back.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have someone escort you home. With the rain pouring like this, I wouldn’t want Sam to get soaked.”

“Then… thank you, godmother.”

All Sam could think about was leaving right now. Anything to get away! The way she was looking at him was just too strange. Too frightening.

As Sam said his goodbyes and prepared to turn and make a swift exit,

Suddenly.

“Sam.”

“What is it?”

Sam turned back to look at her.

Celeste stood there, not smiling this time, but speaking with a hint of sentimentality.

“I’ve actually always had expectations for you, Sam.”

Expectations…

What kind of expectations?

Surely she didn’t mean joining her and Angel in… that way?

“I hope that Sam can take on a bit of the responsibility to change Angel.”

Ah.

So that was it. Unfortunately…

No, more like fortunately!

Sam replied with a wry smile.

“That’s going to be difficult, Angel… she’s someone who doesn’t like to be changed by others.”

Celeste said softly,

“That’s only because she lives in her own world, believing nothing is more important than her own feelings. So, Sam, you just need to become more important to her than she is to herself, and you can achieve this.”

That’s as good as saying nothing at all!

Sam had realized this from the beginning, but who could achieve such a thing? It seemed far too difficult!

Sam replied with a bitter smile.

“It sounds simple in theory, but you know it’s not easy to accomplish.”

Celeste narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Is it that difficult?”

“Of course…”

“So, can’t I trust Sam? Then… what is your purpose here?”

So that’s why Celeste took Sam as her godson? But seeing the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice as she spoke, Sam instantly felt the air turn cold.

It was as if something terrible would happen the moment he gave the wrong answer.

So, with his keen sense of danger, Sam hardly needed to think before responding.

“I… will do my best.”

“Just ‘do your best’? Many people in this world are trying their best, but they end up achieving nothing, unable to accomplish anything. They think effort is enough, but effort without results is meaningless, worthless.”

“I will make it happen!”

Celeste immediately broke into a smile, her mood changing as swiftly as one turns a page.

“Good, that’s what I expect from my dear child. Go on, Elowen will take you home.”

“Alright, goodnight godmother.”

“Goodnight, Sam.”

True to her word, Elowen did give him a ride. She drove through the rainy night with steady hands, neither too slow nor too fast.

But Sam had no desire to speak, staring blankly out of the window instead.

The aftermath of the conversation with Celeste still unsettled him.

Now he understood the purpose behind Celeste choosing him as her godson.

She had seen how special he was to Angel and, knowing her daughter wouldn’t want to give up on their relationship, planned to use Sam’s unique position to change her daughter, to temper her extreme personality traits.

Sam understood such a choice from a mother’s perspective.

He also admired her ability to make such a decision in such a short amount of time.

But how difficult would it be? Angel’s personality wasn’t something that could be changed just through intimacy in bed; it would take a lot of effort.

Now Sam realized that conquering the female lead wasn’t just about sexual conquest; there were many other things to do beyond that.

Finally, they arrived at his doorstep.

Sam said a word of thanks, but Elowen didn’t respond, as stoic as a robot.

Sam just smiled, opened the car door, and stepped out.

Back at his apartment, just as he was about to unlock the door and rest for the night,

A weary Sam heard a faint voice behind him.

“Coming home this late, Sam?”

Sam turned around to see Zoe, dressed in a black dress that accentuated her mature allure and curvaceous figure.

But right now, Sam was truly exhausted. He hadn’t had proper rest in 24 hours, and the ‘vigorous exercise’ with Angel a couple of hours ago had left him drained.

He managed a weary smile.

“Yeah… got back late from a friend’s place.”

Zoe seemed genuinely concerned as she looked at him.

“A friend? If it’s just a friend, why would you go out in such heavy rain?”

Sam knew that Zoe’s concerned facade was a front for probing; she appeared caring but was actually curious to know whether Sam’s friend was male or female, what their relationship was, and what they had done together.

It was troublesome.

Really troublesome.

And he was very tired.

So, not wanting to get entangled in a conversation, Sam cut her off, trying to keep his smile.

“Yeah… it wasn’t raining this hard when I left, and I got a bit carried away having fun with my friend. Didn’t sleep well last night either, so I need to get some rest. We can talk tomorrow, goodnight Zoe.”

Without waiting for a response, Sam quickly opened his apartment door, stepped inside, and gently closed it behind him.

Zoe stood there, her expression shifting unpredictably.

Under the veil of rain, she resembled the unexpected mastermind revealed at the climax of many suspense thrillers.

Sam didn’t give it much thought; his fatigue outweighed everything else.

Self-healing had already erased the love bites from his body.

He was even too tired to shower.

He simply lay down on his bed, tossed his phone onto the nightstand, closed his eyes, and fell asleep almost immediately, soon emitting soft snores.

But what he didn’t know was that shortly after he had fallen into a deep sleep, a blurred figure had already entered his room.

Footsteps under the curtain of rain seemed to be silenced, completely inaudible.

It was Zoe.

She always had a way of doing this, thanks to her superpower. Her body had become almost transparent at that moment, allowing her to slip into Sam’s room with ease.

Zoe was somewhat angry.

Of course, she was upset by the way Sam had treated her just now.

She had never seen Sam like this before—unaffectionate, even seemingly evasive.

She was actually very worried, afraid that Sam would start to avoid her.

And she even began to wonder.

Had she been too eager, thereby pushing him away?

Zoe wasn’t there to confront him; she wanted to know what Sam was really up to. If he wasn’t truly tired… then she would be very angry, exceptionally so, to an irreparable extent, perhaps?

What would she do next?

If she realized that Sam was starting to dislike her, to distance himself from her, how could she make sure that Sam would stay with her forever?

Lost in her own frantic paranoia, Zoe pondered these thoughts.

But as she effortlessly moved to the adjacent room, she heard Sam’s gentle snores.

The nearly transparent woman fell silent.

Then a look of relief crossed her face.

He was asleep?

So he really was tired.

Suddenly, she couldn’t find it in herself to blame him.

Yet Zoe didn’t leave immediately; instead, she sat at the edge of Sam’s bed, gently reaching out to stroke his forehead.

He seemed to have no reaction at all, just sweetly sleeping, his handsome face like that of an innocent child.

A tender smile, almost maternal, appeared on Zoe’s face.

She whispered softly.

“Why exhaust yourself like this… you silly thing.”

Zoe didn’t know how long she had been sitting there, but she hadn’t left, and Sam showed no signs of waking.

She let out a soft sigh, then bent down and gently pressed a kiss to Sam’s lips.

Zoe’s gaze drifted to Sam’s penis. She had thought about doing something more, but seeing him so exhausted, she decided against it.

She reined in her intense desire, which seemed to surge uncontrollably at the sight of this Sam.

Zoe gently stood up, as if ready to leave.

But before she could make her exit, something occurred to her.

She went to the bathroom and found what appeared to be Sam’s underwear, hastily tossed into the laundry basket, unwashed…

What should have been a repulsive item made Zoe’s cheeks flush and her eyes sparkle with an unusual light.

She picked it up… and pressed it against her face… as if she were caressing it…

“…”

It was like the sound of a deep breath, somewhat strange, and certainly enough to make anyone overhearing it feel a rush of excitement.

The light in her eyes grew even brighter.

“Is this Sam’s scent…?”

“I like it so much…”

Lost in her fantasies, Zoe was completely immersed, her emotions sinking deeper with each movement of her hand. She slipped her hand into her vagina, stirring continuously…

But just then.

“Click!”

The lights outside suddenly turned on.

Followed by the sound of footsteps heading straight for the bathroom.

Then came Sam’s voice.

“I’m bursting… can’t take it anymore, why do I always wake up because I need to pee?”