The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Want me to take off my bra so you can get enough?
Indeed, there was no more suitable place.

Sam had made this choice after carefully weighing the pros and cons.

Still, he was a bit worried, mainly about Zoe next door.

Would she discover what was happening before he even got home and come out to confront him, perhaps with a knife in hand?

It was late; he hoped Zoe was already asleep.

With an arm around each woman, Sam looked like the luckiest man alive as he left the bar, the envious gazes of the bartenders following him.

It was as if they had conjured up the scenario of a wild threesome in their minds.

Once in the taxi, even the driver kept glancing in the rearview mirror to check on the situation in the back, so frequently that Sam couldn’t help but say,

“Mr. Driver, please focus on the road while driving. You almost hit a tree just now.”

“Ah… sorry, sorry.”

Despite the young women being beautiful and alluring with sexy figures, Sam didn’t want to invite more trouble.

After getting out of the car, it was now the dead of night, with hardly anyone around, so Sam no longer hid his strength.

He hoisted one woman over each shoulder with ease.

He used to think such actions were outrageous, but now Sam felt it was the right thing to do.

Who told them to drink so much? They brought this upon themselves. Even if the position was awkward and might cause them discomfort, Sam couldn’t be bothered.

For him, it was convenient, sprinting home at a pace that would rival Usain Bolt.

Thanks to systematic enhancements, Sam’s physical condition was far superior to that of an ordinary person.

The whole process was effortless for him, and the combined weight of the two women was probably not even two hundred pounds.

The women swayed on Sam’s shoulders, their different styles but perfectly proportioned legs rubbing against his chest and collarbone.

He swiftly opened the door to his place, not making any more noise than necessary, and then gently closed it behind him.

Perfect!

The two women seemed to still be in a drunken slumber, but the slight jostling on the way had caused some degree of nausea as soon as Sam set them on the couch.

“Don’t you dare throw up…”

Worried that his room would turn into a disaster area, Sam immediately fetched a trash can.

“Ugh…!”

Aurora was the first to stir, her long hair in disarray, her trench coat half-open to reveal the tight T-shirt underneath, looking like she was about to be sick.

Sam quickly grabbed the trash can and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, helping her to sit up slightly.

Her breasts pressed against the side of Sam’s chest. Although they weren’t completely flush against him, Sam could feel their fullness and firmness.

“Ugh…!”

With gentle pats on her back from Sam, Aurora finally vomited into the trash can. Thankfully, it all went into the bin without hitting the floor.

Sam couldn’t help but grumble as he continued to pat her back.

“You really did it this time, didn’t you? Drinking so much when you can’t handle your liquor. Why don’t you just drink yourselves to death?”

It was meant to be a casual complaint, but he hadn’t expected a response.

“Would you take responsibility if we did drink ourselves to death?”

The sudden words made Sam pause, and then he saw the woman in his arms slowly lift her head.

Her cheeks were flushed, her sharp eyes now misty with tears, probably a normal reaction to vomiting.

But that look… made Sam’s eyes widen in surprise.

“You’re not drunk?”

Aurora looked up at Sam, who was close by.

“What would you want to do to me if I were drunk?”

It was as if her professional instincts had kicked in, a familiar scrutiny in her gaze.

Sam immediately let go and stood up.

“What could I possibly do? You’re a cop, and even if I were a lecher, I wouldn’t joke about my own life.”

Aurora glanced at Sam.

“Don’t be so tense, I was just saying. If I didn’t know what kind of person you are, I wouldn’t have drunk so much in front of you.”

As she said this, she took off her trench coat in front of Sam, revealing the undergarment.

The beige T-shirt was slightly tight, not revealing too much skin, but it accentuated the woman’s fine figure. Her prominent chest dominated the view, heaving with her slightly rapid breathing.

“Do you really understand men? Men are creatures with not so much self-control. They may seem kind and honest, but in a split second, they can turn into beasts.”

“Are you talking about yourself?”

“Of course, I’m the exception.”

Aurora rolled her eyes and then stood up.

But she was overestimating her strength; as she rose, her legs wobbled. The alcohol had numbed her brain, and her body swayed, about to collapse face-first onto the floor.

If she had really fallen, in her state, Aurora might have ended up with a bloody nose.

Fortunately, Sam hadn’t drunk much, and alcohol barely affected him, so he quickly reached out to steady her, allowing her cheek to hit his chest instead of the hard floor.

“Take it easy… Hm? What’s this?”

Sam felt something was off about the place he was holding.

After all, if he had grabbed her arm, it should have felt cylindrical, and he might have felt bone directly.

But what his palm felt now was soft and even elastic… and not small in scale… He instinctively gave it a squeeze.

Hmm, it felt really nice, even more comfortable than touching Angel’s.

Oh no.

Sam immediately stiffened.

Then he saw Aurora, in his arms, lift her head, her cheeks flushed and her gaze icy as she looked at him.

“Having fun? Have you had your fill? Want me to take off my bra so you can get enough?”

“Sorry.”

Sam quickly changed his grip and helped her stand properly.

Aurora hadn’t expected such an accident either, but she knew that Sam had indeed caught her instinctively with good intentions. It’s just that this jerk… not only did he touch, but he also had to give it a squeeze!

Was it really that good to the touch?

Aurora shot Sam a glare.

“Do you have a disposable toothbrush here?”

“Uh? Yeah, I do… What do you want to do?”

“Brush my teeth. I just threw up; it feels gross.”

“Right… It’s in the bathroom.”

“Got it.”

Aurora dragged her slow, somewhat dazed steps toward the bathroom, pausing at the door as if she remembered something.

“Look after her, and hey, don’t do anything weird, I’ll be right back.”

Aurora had already turned on the bathroom light, and soon the sound of the faucet running could be heard.

Sam sighed and returned to the sofa, tidied up the trash can a bit, put in a new garbage bag, and placed it next to Mia, who was now lying on her side on the sofa.

This woman was lying there, seemingly unconscious, with a slightly heavy breathing sound.

That’s how people are when they sleep drunk.

Even a trickle of drool was escaping from the corner of her mouth, completely lacking any semblance of sleeping grace, far from her usual charming demeanor.

Suddenly, an idea struck Sam. He took out his phone and snapped a photo.

The angle was perfect.

Then he took a tissue to wipe off her drool and gently adjusted her sleeping position.

Mia was lying on her side, her leather jacket half off, revealing a tank top underneath.

Her delicate collarbones were visible, and from this angle, the cleavage was quite pronounced.

Sam could clearly distinguish now; a young sister is still a sister, both in age and in bust size, not as mature as Aurora.

He gently covered her with a nearby blanket, and as he finished up, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.

Footsteps approached from outside.

Sam turned around and saw Aurora gently wiping her slightly damp face with a tissue.

Her light makeup had been removed, revealing a more natural bare face. Without any imperfections, it seemed even more real.

Even her whole demeanor seemed a bit gentler, or maybe it was just his imagination.

She glanced at Mia sleeping on the sofa, then walked over to the fridge, opened it, and took out a bottle of water.

Sam, sitting on the sofa, said, “You sure make yourself at home, don’t you? Acting like it’s your own place?”

“Gulp, gulp…”

Her slender neck clearly showed the motion of her throat as she swallowed, downing most of the bottle in one go.

Then she looked at Sam.

“I’m surprised. A bachelor’s fridge that’s actually clean, with just Coke and water.”

Sam smiled at her.

“What else should be in there that isn’t clean?”

Aurora thought for a moment.

“Ever seen the fridge of a psychopath? I have. Those are even cleaner. They neatly cut the dismembered flesh according to the texture of the bones and muscles, then vacuum-seal it and stuff it in the fridge. There are even killers with pica who keep the chilled meat ready to cook at any time, even serving it to their neighbors, who compliment how they’ve never tasted meat so delicious.”

“You sure you want to talk about such creepy stuff this late at night?”

Sam felt he hadn’t drunk much, but why did he feel like throwing up?

And the more he thought about those images, the more familiar they seemed. If he failed in his conquest, could he end up with a similar fate?

Aurora chuckled and sat down in front of Sam, crossing her legs in a casual, unpretentious manner.

“What’s the big deal? I’ve seen worse.”

“Don’t you get queasy?”

“At first, maybe, but then you get used to it. It’s more about the sadness of realizing how twisted human nature can be.”

She sighed softly.

Sam didn’t want to continue this strange conversation, as it always led him to imagine his own demise, which was truly depressing.

He glanced at Mia, still deep in sleep on the sofa, looking somewhat adorable. Every now and then, she would smack her lips as if she were dreaming of eating something delicious.

“Now that you’re sober, why don’t you take her home?”

Aurora shook her head.

“I don’t have the strength you do, and I’m still feeling a bit dizzy. I’ll just crash here for the night.”

Sam had anticipated this, so he nodded and said, “Guess that’s the only option…”

Seeing Sam’s expression, Aurora said with a laugh, “Why do you look so reluctant? Is it such a hardship for Mia and me to stay at your place? Don’t we measure up in your eyes?”

Sam sighed.

“What does being pretty have to do with it? You’re not my girlfriend, and I worry that just one extra glance could land me in jail. For a normal guy, that’s torture.”

Aurora looked at Sam with a hint of surprise.

“You’re quite frank, aren’t you? Mia was right; you really are a natural-born womanizer.”

Sam just shrugged.

“I’m not going to mess with you two, don’t worry.”

“Why not?”

Aurora asked instinctively, then caught the strange look in Sam’s eyes. “Why do you look like you wish I would mess with you?”

Aurora quickly shook her head, “That’s not the issue. Do you really not have those thoughts?”

“Why would I? Just don’t drive me crazy, the two of you. Besides, you’re a cop, how could I dare?”

“Ha ha ha ha… You really are timid.”

Aurora couldn’t help but laugh, her laughter causing a slight tremble in her chest.

What brand of bra is that? It even comes with dynamic effects.

Sam was indeed speaking his mind. Seeing a beautiful woman naturally triggers a man’s possessive instinct; it’s primal. But weighing the pros and cons and considering one’s own strength requires restraint; that’s rationality.

Sam felt he was quite rational.

During his ‘interactions’ with Angel, he always planned his next move before meeting her, of course… except for the first time they met.

Now, he couldn’t understand how someone could use the superpower of stopping time to kiss his dick… It was a complete waste of talent!

After her laughter subsided, Aurora let out a long sigh, prompting a curious look from Sam as he noticed the sudden dip in her mood.

“Why the sigh?” he asked.

Aurora’s gaze shifted to Mia, who was sound asleep on the couch.

“She’s been through a lot of pain over the years.” It seemed she was reflecting on past events and their conversations.

Sam thought for a moment before responding.

“It’s tough, sure. Maybe it was really painful at the time. That kind of pain can root itself in memory, irreparable. You don’t need to amplify her pain because of your own guilt, trying to empathize. You can’t truly feel what she feels; it’ll only make you struggle more.”

Aurora looked at Sam as she pulled out a cigarette.

“Mind if I smoke in your place?”

Sam frowned slightly but relented.

“Just one.”

“Thanks.”

With a flick, she lit the cigarette, and smoke billowed from her lips—untouched by lipstick yet still fresh—curling around her face in front of Sam.

“I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be so insightful about these things at your age. You’re right… People like to imagine others’ pain, as if they can understand, as if it lessens their own guilt.”

Sam shook his head with a smile.

“You’ve got nothing to feel guilty about, after all. It’s not really your fault. You might even say you’re innocent… Maybe she doesn’t really hate you, it’s just because of your father that she feels she has to act this way.”

Aurora exhaled another plume of smoke, watching it rise to the ceiling and then disperse.

“I understand all that, which is why I’m trying to start with myself, to create an opening for her to gradually accept us again. But unfortunately, as much as I can catch all sorts of clever criminals, I’m helpless with this.”

“That’s normal; no one can be omniscient and omnipotent.”

“But maybe you could be, in this case.” Aurora’s gaze was fixed intently on Sam.

Sam clearly understood what she was getting at, but he immediately shook his head.

“I agreed to help you this one time, and I’ve done that much. As for those fighting techniques you mentioned you’d teach me, teach them if you want, or don’t—it’s all the same to me.”

“Why? Do you think the benefits I’m offering aren’t enough?” she asked.

Sam said with a smile, “What benefits could you possibly offer me? I just feel that this is, after all, a family matter for you. What business is it of an outsider like me to interfere? Besides, I can’t really be of help to you. I don’t know enough about you, and I only know the surface of your story. You’d be mistaken to count on me.”

His words were persuasive, but at this moment, especially after what had transpired tonight, Aurora had a strange intuition. She was increasingly convinced that Sam might actually be able to resolve the issue.

Alice had said something to her… Sam’s uniqueness probably lay right here.

So Aurora looked at him intently.

“Please, help me.”

It wasn’t a command; her eyes carried a rare plea.

Sam looked at her uncomfortably.

“I really can’t help…”

“I can offer you more benefits,” she said, moving closer to Sam.

No matter how much Sam saw her as a special police officer, at her core, she was still a charming and mature woman.

Sam looked even more embarrassed. “It’s not about the benefits…”

Suddenly, Aurora reached out and grabbed his hand. Sam was taken aback. What was this about?

Then he saw Aurora narrow her eyes slightly, a change in the sparkle that he had never seen before in her gaze.

Seduction, ambiguity, and even a touch of enchantment.

“How did it feel just now? Want to try it again?”

She uttered these words…

Sam was bewildered. She was a cop, right? What was she talking about?

“What feeling… what are you talking about…”

Sam watched as his hand was pulled by hers, slowly being led towards her perfect chest.

“What kind of feeling are you talking about? I’m giving you a chance right now, and I promise there won’t be any consequences, as long as you can help me…”

She pulled him closer, and Sam could almost feel the texture of her bra.

But at that moment, Sam swiftly withdrew his hand. He stepped back so quickly that Aurora was caught off guard, her expression turning blank.

Sam took a deep breath and said, “You’re still drunk right now. When you sober up, you might not even remember what this was all about. Plus, I don’t really go for this kind of transaction, sorry.”

After saying that, Sam immediately stood up, walked over to the window, and opened it, letting in a bit of the cold breeze.

It seemed to be an effort to clear the room of the extra smoky air, as well as to dispel the ambiguity that had just sparked.

Aurora came back to her senses and turned her head to look at Sam, who was standing by the window with his back to her.

She thought about his firmness just a moment ago, and Alice’s words echoed in her mind.

‘How special is he, really? Any woman by his side could easily fall deep.’

It was just a test a moment ago. Aurora wouldn’t have really let him offend her like that, but she hadn’t expected him to pull away before she could stop him.

Clever and composed, truly interesting, and becoming more so by the minute.

Alice, what kind of special and dangerous student have you really found?

Aurora smiled, then stood up and walked toward the window with a cigarette pinched between her fingers.

“Sam.”

She called out his name.

Sam turned around instinctively, only to see Aurora suddenly take a drag of her cigarette and then blow the smoke directly at his face.

The smoke was a bit suffocating, and Sam squinted his eyes, holding his breath.

“What are you doing… mmph!”

More sudden than the unexpected smoke was her next move.

With one hand, she wrapped it around Sam’s neck and pulled him toward her.

Then, with her tempting lips, still carrying a hint of smoke and the fresh scent of having been cleansed, she sealed his mouth…

What… what is this?

Sam was utterly stunned.

Although the touch was delightful, it snapped Sam back to reality, and he immediately struggled to push her away.

He looked at Aurora, who was still smiling, somewhat angrily.

“Have you lost your mind? What are you doing?”

Aurora just smiled.

“It’s nothing, consider it an advance on the benefits. I’m counting on you for the matter with Mia.”

After saying that, Aurora extinguished the cigarette and tossed it into the trash can.

Then she headed toward Sam’s bedroom.

“Your bed is in there, right? I’ll borrow it for the night, thanks.”

With that, she walked in and even closed the door behind her.

Sam suddenly understood her implication, feeling utterly bewildered.

He hadn’t agreed to anything, so why was this happening? It was like a forced sale!