The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 204

Chapter 204: I’ll reward you with a bunny girl outfit
Events were unfolding so rapidly that there was hardly any time to react.

Sam couldn’t fathom how Angel had decided to join the Ultimate Human Department. Was this some kind of side effect of becoming lovers? Was she planning to invade every corner of Sam’s life?

Occasionally, the cawing of crows could be heard from outside the window.

It was as if they were an omen that the current situation was not particularly favorable.

The silent standoff between the two was thick with tension, so palpable that even Isabella sensed something momentous was afoot. She leaned in close to Sam and whispered.

“Looks like there’s going to be some drama, huh?”

Sam replied with irritation.

“If you want me dead, just say it.”

“How could that be? At least wait until I graduate, right?”

“Thanks a bunch for the well-wishes.”

Their whispered exchange was not yet over when Angel suddenly called out Isabella’s name.

Isabella immediately sat up straight.

“What is it, Angel?”

Angel looked at her, feigning confusion.

“Can someone who has applied to leave the club just take it back? Isn’t that against the rules?”

Isabella pondered for a moment.

“Under normal circumstances, the process for leaving the club is that unless you’re expelled, you need the club leader’s permission to resign, a signature, and the submission to the advisor for it to be official… I haven’t signed anything, nor have I submitted it to the advisor, so strictly speaking, Sophie is still a member of our club.”

Hearing this, Sophie looked at Angel with a hint of smugness.

“If you don’t like me, you can try to use your so-called power to kick me out. Give it a shot.”

This provocation was quite direct, something that would usually be intolerable for Angel.

But Angel didn’t seem angry; instead, she flashed a radiant smile. The brilliance of that smile was directly proportional to the danger it concealed.

Others might not understand, but Sam had plenty of experience.

The last time she smiled like that, she ended up handcuffing him to the bed.

With that smile still on her face, Angel said, “Do you find it satisfying to have the quicker wit? That such trivial victories can make you feel proud, it seems you really have nowhere else to vent, do you?”

“What are you talking about?” Sophie was clearly dissatisfied with the way this girl always used her words to assert her superiority, as if everyone else’s efforts were merely to provoke her anger.

Angel turned around leisurely and found Sam’s spot without saying a word. At that moment, Sam was like a tool.

How should I put it?

He was a tool for Angel to showcase her power and charm.

She sat down next to Sam and elegantly crossed her left leg over her right. Her black over-the-knee socks hugged her long, straight legs, and her gray pleated skirt concealed her panties while revealing the skin of her thighs.

If Angel didn’t have such a personality, she would definitely be considered a campus goddess in Sam’s heart. But with her character and background, while she was beautiful, she could sometimes be exasperating.

The faint scent of Angel’s perfume wafted around Sam. She leaned slightly against him, a gesture that was enough to display the unusual closeness of their relationship.

“Whether you leave the club or not is actually irrelevant to me, so don’t look so smug. What you should really be worried about is sharing a club with me, and how that’s going to lead to a relatively unsuccessful life for you.”

Sophie gave the two a cold glance. She nodded.

“We’ll see.”

With those words, Sophie left the classroom directly.

Angel watched Sophie leave.

After a while, Isabella shifted her gaze to the intimately positioned Angel and Sam and said with some difficulty, “Although I know you two are in a relationship now, you should still be a bit more mindful of your behavior at school.”

Angel said with a laugh, “I thought the leader of a club with such a unique name would be more open-minded. Are you also this conservative? What era are we living in?”

Isabella spoke softly, “Rules are rules, and they have nothing to do with other things. At least outside the club’s venue, I can’t control what you do. In the future, I still hope for a more peaceful and friendly atmosphere in our interactions.”

Angel stared straight at Isabella, seemingly trying to pressure her with her gaze.

But Isabella wasn’t like Sophie, always so confrontational.

She was more like a gentle stream, maintaining her composure no matter what kind of attacks or pressure were thrown at her, responding to all external changes with her unchanging nature.

So she watched quietly, and the pressure from Angel dissipated like a stone sinking into the sea.

Then,

“Scrape.”

Angel stood up.

“That’s it for today, I’m heading back.”

At that moment, Isabella also spoke up.

“Now that you’ve joined the Ultimate Human Department, I assume you’ll cooperate with our club activities, right?”

Angel narrowed her eyes.

“It depends on the activity. I might participate if it interests me, otherwise, forget it.”

Isabella shook her head.

“That won’t do. Since you’ve joined the Ultimate Human Department, I will treat you as any other student. If you feel that your identity doesn’t match the tasks at hand and you frequently skip club activities, then I’ll regretfully have to revoke your membership application.”

Sam never expected Isabella to say such a thing.

Of course, Sam understood why Isabella felt the need to make this clear—it was out of concern that Angel, a girl so self-willed, might use her power to influence the club’s development in negative ways.

After all, her capricious nature could be disruptive in a team setting. If such a girl were to take control, Isabella’s role as the leader would be undermined, and the club would struggle to conduct meaningful activities, only becoming more and more peculiar.

But for Isabella to state this so directly, did she really have no reservations?

It was well known that no one dared to command this girl. Angel had once joined the sculpture club, and even the president there was at her beck and call. Her personality was to possess privileges, to use them, to have them everywhere.

Angel immediately turned around and walked straight up to Isabella, looking down at her.

Isabella remained seated, lifting her head to meet Angel’s gaze with the same non-confrontational, tranquil demeanor.

“Are you warning me, or are you threatening me?” Angel asked.

Isabella shook her head. “Neither. I’m simply informing you of the club’s rules, Angel. Everyone must follow them, regardless of who they are. The choice is yours to make; if you can’t accept them, you’re free to leave. But if you decide to join, then you must abide by them, just like everyone else. You can ask Sam if you don’t believe me.”

Isabella cleverly shifted the focus to Sam.

Angel immediately looked at Sam.

With a sense of resignation, Sam nodded. Indeed, while the rules weren’t enforced as strictly as Isabella had stated, this girl always found a way to achieve her goals. From that perspective, her statement was accurate.

Angel took her hands off the table and looked at Isabella. “Then you’d better come up with some interesting activities. If it’s all going to be boring stuff, I wouldn’t mind seeing a new leader for this club.”

Isabella nodded with a smile. “I welcome any supervision and will do my best.”

“I’m leaving,” Angel announced and walked to the door, but then she stopped. Frowning, she turned to look at Sam, who remained indifferent.

“I said I’m leaving,” she said again.

Sam looked at her quizzically. “Are you talking to me?”

Angel smiled. “What do you think?”

Sam picked up his backpack, casting a somewhat helpless glance at Isabella. “Then I’ll be off.”

Isabella looked at Sam with what seemed like sympathy, raising her hand in a waving gesture and giving him an inexplicable look.

“Goodbye, Sam. I hope to see you healthy when I graduate.”

Before leaving, Sam subtly picked something up from under the table and then followed Angel out of the club room without looking back.

Walking alongside Angel in the corridor, the sunlight was dimming, not yet evening, but casting a gloomy light that mirrored Sam’s mood.

He asked softly, “Why the sudden interest in joining our club? You didn’t even give me a heads-up.”

Angel smiled, looking ahead. “Why should I have to tell you in advance what I’m going to do? So you can prepare and let Isabella come up with all sorts of strange reasons to reject me?”

Sam chuckled and shook his head. “Of course not, you’re making me sound terrible. Besides, we’re a couple, we should be more open with each other.”

Angel’s beautiful eyes shifted slightly as she gazed at Sam’s face. “Really? I’ll be that open with you when you start being completely honest with me.”

“Am I not honest enough with you?” Sam blinked, trying to appear more sincere.

But Angel pinched Sam’s cheek gently with her hand. “Oh, really? Then write me a list right now. Let’s see how many girls you know and just how many members your so-called harem has, shall we?”

“…What are you talking about? I don’t have a harem… Ouch, ouch, ouch.”

Sam quickly grasped Angel’s hand, removing it from his face. At first, she was gentle, but then she suddenly squeezed harder.

Angel rolled her eyes. “And don’t you think it’s a good thing I’m joining this club?”

Sam looked at her, puzzled. “Why would you say that?”

Angel smiled faintly. “This way, I can watch how you try to make Sophie yours right in front of me.”

“…That’s a really funny joke.”

What a joke indeed. Making Sophie his girl in front of Angel? Setting aside whether Sam had any such intention, if he actually did that, Angel would probably whip out a Gatling gun and open fire.

At least that’s how it seemed for now.

As the two of them stepped out of the building housing the club classroom, an unexpected figure appeared before them, as if fate had orchestrated an awkward encounter.

“Angel… what are you doing here with him?”

The sudden appearance of the figure caught them off guard. Sam, of course, was not unfamiliar with this boy.

The president of the student council, Brody, with whom he had had a few confrontations. It had been a while since they last saw each other…

At that moment, Brody, wearing glasses, looked quite scholarly. However, his expression uncontrollably twisted when he saw Angel with Sam, losing all semblance of composure.

Angel looked at Brody with impatience. “Is it strange for me to be with my boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend… don’t joke around. I know you, how could you possibly…”

“Think you know me? Haven’t you seen my profile picture on social media? Mr. Brody, you really do like to joke.”

This time, Sam didn’t need to say anything; Angel’s words effortlessly turned Brody’s face pale, clearly indicating he was aware of something.

Brody’s lips quivered slightly. “How can you date him, don’t you know the difference in your statuses…”

Angel narrowed her eyes. “What I do is my business, as long as I like it and I’m willing, that’s enough. If there’s nothing else, we’ll be going.”

Despite her icy tone, Angel maintained basic politeness towards Brody.

After speaking, Angel walked away without a second glance at Brody’s reaction.

Sam naturally followed, but not without looking back at the boy.

Brody’s gaze was filled with resentment as he watched Sam leave.

Great, had he just made another enemy?

Soon, the two left the school.

At the school gates, a familiar black sedan appeared.

Before getting into the car, Angel turned to Sam. “I have a business meeting with my mother tonight, but it’s still early. I can drop you off at home on the way.”

Sam pondered for a moment before joining Angel in the car. Once inside, Angel casually placed her legs on Sam’s lap.

“I’m a bit tired from walking. Give me a massage, will you?”

Sam chuckled at the girl’s request. “Feels like you’re not looking for a boyfriend, but a massage therapist.”

Angel leaned to the side, smiling slyly at Sam. “Well, no male massage therapist has ever given me a massage before, so consider it an honor.”

Sam thought for a moment. “I’ve never massaged anyone else either, so I’ll give you a friendly discount.”

“You’re going to charge me?”

“Why not? It’s a paid service, after all.”

Angel smiled. “Wouldn’t paying you be too insulting? What if during our intimate moments, you complain that I don’t treat you like a boyfriend? Better not to pay.”

“Feels like being your boyfriend is a bit of a raw deal, doesn’t it?”

As he spoke, Sam slipped off Angel’s shoes. Her feet were odorless, and her legs, wrapped in black over-the-knee socks, had an alluring sheen. When Sam’s palms grasped her feet, Angel’s eyes closed in enjoyment.

Feeling the touch of Sam’s hands, a familiar warmth seemed to flow straight to her heart.

Sam thought the system surely never anticipated that his Hand of Desire would be used to massage Angel. It was a bit of an underutilization, but considering the delightful sensation in his hands… well, it didn’t seem like such a bad deal.

Especially during the massage, Sam didn’t neglect even her toes, from her shapely calves to her supple thighs… every touch was distinct.

As Sam massaged, Angel’s cheeks flushed, and an ambiguous atmosphere naturally enveloped them.

But just as his fingers were about to brush against the edge of Angel’s panties, Sam stopped.

“Pull over the car,” he suddenly said.

Angel, taken aback, opened her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Sam smiled at her. “You’re not getting addicted, are you?”

With a rosy blush on her pretty face, Angel glared at Sam. “Of course not, don’t talk nonsense.”

Sam didn’t take Angel’s denial to heart; he simply whispered as the car came to a stop, “Wait for me a sec.”

Then he opened the car door and stepped out.

Angel sat up, straightening her skirt a bit and slipping on her shoes.

She then saw Sam quickly stride to the curb, the whole process taking less than two minutes.

Sam returned just as swiftly, but this time with a bouquet in hand.

The flowers, the color of cherry blossoms, looked delicate and tender, like a cluster of stars twinkling in the night sky.

Sam didn’t open the car door but instead asked her to roll down the window and handed the bouquet of star-like blossoms to the young girl, smiling as he said, “Although this doesn’t quite count as our first date since becoming a couple, I still thought I should get you some flowers.”

“Why baby’s breath?” she asked, taking the flowers without any noticeable change in expression, her gaze fixed on Sam.

Sam replied with a smile, “Because I thought roses and the like are too cliché, and I guessed you’re not too fond of roses. There’s no baby’s breath in your family’s flower field, so I’m giving you this. It symbolizes missing someone and genuine fondness, as well as purity and romance. Not bad, right?”

Holding the flowers, Angel seemed to ponder something that Sam couldn’t quite grasp.

When she looked up, she said, “It seems I really should give you something for that massage.”

Sam looked at her curiously. “Why bring up payment now… it’s a bit tacky.”

Angel smiled. “You should also be paid for the flowers.”

“Eh… that’s not necessary.”

Was Angel really that cliché, trying to corrupt Sam’s heart with money?

But Angel didn’t pull out any cash; instead, she opened the car door.

Sam stepped back, watching as Angel got out of the car and walked toward him.

The girl, one hand holding the flowers, approached Sam.

Her other hand rested on Sam’s shoulder, and then she tilted her face up slightly, standing on tiptoes.

Sam instantly understood, closed his eyes, and leaned down slightly.

“Mmm.”

On the bustling street corner, Sam and Angel kissed and embraced, holding the flowers.

In this world…

Some people fall in love.

Some watch the sea.

Some throw caution to the wind and indulge in romance.

Sam didn’t find Angel disagreeable at all; she was simply being brave for love in a way that others might not understand.

Besides her, no one else could give Sam such a kiss.

As their kiss broke, Sam, with his arms wrapped around her waist, gazed at her enticing face, and whispered, “Why the sudden kiss here with me?”

Angel, with her eyes half-closed, whispered back, “Consider it a down payment.”

“And the final payment?” he asked.

“Next time, I’ll reward you with a bunny girl outfit.”

“Ah?” Sam was taken aback.

“You like that sort of thing, don’t you?”

Sam could hardly believe it. Was it really that simple?

“It’s just… so sudden.”

Angel chuckled. “Nothing’s too sudden. Just be ready for next time.”

“What am I supposed to prepare for?”

Angel replied, “I mean, prepare yourself to wear the bunny girl outfit.”

“Ah? Me wear it?”

“What else?”

“It’s not… I mean, of course, I like seeing you wear it. What’s the point of me wearing it!”

“It’s settled then. I’m really looking forward to it~”

“…”

Watching Angel get into the car and speed away, Sam felt like crying without tears.

This flower was truly given in vain; had he known, he should have given her a wreath instead!