The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Go ahead, the bolder and more lewd, the more it excites me
Dandelion seeds adrift in the air have always known the direction of the wind, but little else.

And Sam often felt like one of those lost dandelions, uncertain of where his fate would ultimately take him.

For some reason, while waiting for Zoe to change clothes, Sam suddenly thought of these strange things.

In this somewhat unfamiliar room, Sam heard faint noises coming from the other room, rustling sounds, as if they were the sounds of changing clothes.

Sometimes, it’s not the images directly before our eyes that have the most impact. It’s the strange, subtle sounds that can burrow into your heart, sparking a multitude of fantasies.

Sam thought it might be his own heightened sexual desire playing tricks on him, but he couldn’t be sure.

Until the bedroom door cracked open slightly. Light from within spilled onto the floor, and Sam instinctively looked up, like an apostle welcoming the light.

And then he saw her. Stepping slowly out of the doorway in high heels.

They were black, with a surface that seemed to reflect the light, the somewhat high heels tensed her calves, and her delicate ankles were incredibly enticing.

Sam had always thought of Zoe as slightly plump, sensually so, but now, her figure didn’t seem voluptuous at all.

For instance, her waist and legs were slender, but her hips were ample, achieving a bizarrely satisfying visual effect.

Even Zoe’s long hair seemed to have been given some attention. Slightly styled with a curling iron for a wavy effect, and the high heels she wore complemented a white dress.

It was the kind of dress that could be worn on the street or to an evening gala.

She looked elegant, yet not at all haughty.

At that moment, Zoe looked at Sam with eyes filled with anticipation.

If they were in a bar, he wouldn’t hesitate to have this woman sit by his side, because in Sam’s eyes, there couldn’t be a better choice.

Sam just watched her, watched as she elegantly leaned against the door frame, even catching a glimpse of her underarm.

Zoe’s underarms were immaculately groomed, without any trace of stubble. Hair removal has always been considered a basic etiquette for women, and although Sam believed women should have the freedom to choose, there was no doubt… such clean underarms seemed more normal to him.

Zoe walked towards Sam step by step.

Her cheeks were a touch flushed, and her eyes carried an unnatural shyness, as if this wasn’t something she was particularly adept at, like showcasing her charm in front of a boy.

“How does it look… Sam?”

Zoe stood before Sam, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

Sam thought for a moment and said, “It’s got a very trendy bar vibe… but I think it might not be quite right for a middle-aged demographic, and certainly not for young girls… Women between 25-35 would probably be very receptive to this style of dress, right?”

Sam offered his opinion.

The dress looked very appropriate on Zoe, very sexy, and even full of allure, but Sam still pointed out its potential drawbacks.

Zoe and Alice were the right fit for this kind of dress, but if Ava or Sophie were to wear it, it would seem a bit odd.

Zoe nodded slightly.

“I think so too… it seems the target audience is a bit narrow.”

Seeing Zoe looking somewhat disappointed, as she seemed quite fond of the dress, Sam smiled and consoled her.

“A narrow audience isn’t necessarily a problem. Nowadays, many clothing lines aren’t like before; they’re all very specifically categorized. In the eyes of most people, their functions have been segmented, and that’s a trend. As long as you can create your own features and advantages within the same category, it can be quite successful.”

Zoe blinked at Sam and then naturally took a seat beside him, her legs gently pressed together.

“Do you think it looks good, Sam?”

She even reached out to grasp Sam’s arm, a gesture of intimacy so natural that it gave the illusion that with just a slight stretch of his hand, Sam could wrap his arms around this enchanting woman and do anything he wished.

Sam felt the allure, but his expression remained unchanged, as if he was impervious to her charm.

“Of course, it looks great. You have your own style no matter what you wear. I almost thought you were a model straight off a fashion runway.”

“Really? You always know how to make a woman happy…”

“No flattery, just an honest opinion.”

Soon after, Zoe stood up again, her cheeks slightly flushed as she spoke.

“Then I’ll try on another outfit, and you can help me decide again.”

“Alright.”

The wait wasn’t long this time either.

The inexplicable atmosphere heightened Sam’s anticipation, and despite knowing what might ensue, the flawed nature of man was laid bare.

The door opened once more.

This time, Zoe emerged in a completely different style.

If before she embodied a seductive, mature bar vibe, now she was the epitome of a mature, homely woman.

Her upper body was adorned with a red, long-sleeved, off-the-shoulder top that gave off the feel of a lightweight sweater. The lower half featured a dark, form-fitting skirt that complemented the bright tone of her top.

But most crucially, beneath the form-fitting skirt were black stockings that hinted at a subtle flesh tone.

This Zoe looked much more natural, and the combination of these garments made her irresistibly charming.

Mature, elegant, and with a figure that drew the eyes of men, she was like the perfect wife every man wanted to keep at home.

Zoe approached Sam, her face flushed as she said, “How about this? I feel the top is a bit tight, it feels somewhat unnatural…”

Could it not be tight?

Her breasts were nearly an E-cup in size, so large they seemed as if they might drop to the floor.

This gave Sam the impulse to reach out and support them, even making him wonder if his hands could truly encompass her bust…

“It suits your temperament well, it looks more homely,” Sam commented.

Zoe nodded.

“Mm… that’s the idea behind this design, it’s aimed at a more reserved, domestic type of woman…”

“Right, right, there’s one more set…”

And so, Sam found himself watching a fashion show of sorts.

It wasn’t just different styles of dresses; there were also various colors, combinations of trousers, shorts, sweaters, turtlenecks, and even coats.

Everything you could think of.

Sam was starting to feel a bit of visual fatigue.

How should I put it? No matter how attractive the clothing, there’s always a moment when the senses tire, what’s called aesthetic fatigue.

But if it weren’t for Zoe’s good looks propping up the show, Sam would have lost interest long ago.

Still, Sam gave his earnest evaluation, pointing out both the strengths and weaknesses.

Whether Zoe took note of them or not was another matter.

Of course, it would be normal if she didn’t.

Sam didn’t think his opinions would be taken seriously by many; this woman’s goals might not even be about the clothes.

After the last outfit, even in the cool weather, Zoe had worked up a bit of a sweat from changing so often. She gently wiped the fine beads of sweat from her neck.

“I’ve worked up quite a sweat… Sam, could you wait a moment? It’s a bit uncomfortable being all sticky, I think I’ll take a shower.”

Zoe said this in front of a young and fit man, announcing her intention to bathe.

Sam paused, then instinctively said.

“Then I should probably head back. After all, it wouldn’t be quite appropriate for me to stay here while you’re showering.”

But unexpectedly, Zoe looked at Sam and softly said.

“You don’t need to go back.”

“Ah? That doesn’t seem quite right…”

Zoe’s beautiful face blushed slightly.

“Um… because there’s one last outfit, and I feel I can’t present it perfectly to Sam without a shower, so could you wait a bit longer?”

What was she preparing to do? Even taking a special shower?

Sam felt his throat go dry in an instant.

“Do you really need to take a shower?”

“Yes, you could say that this outfit is very important. Please, Sam, just wait a little while. Have some water, it won’t take long…”

“Alright, I understand.”

Sam nodded, sitting somewhat restlessly on the couch.

He watched Zoe give him a shy, sweet smile before quickly entering the bathroom, taking something with her that seemed to be clothes wrapped in dark packaging.

Sam didn’t activate X-ray vision at this time.

Why would he do such a thing? If he used X-ray vision to see what it was in advance, where would the mood be?

She couldn’t possibly come out wearing a suit of armor or a Donald Duck costume, could she? That would be mind-blowing, a total knockout.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, imagining a beautiful woman inside stripping off her clothes, bathing under the flow of water.

How many men would envy that hot water, able to freely kiss the woman’s delicate skin, cleanse every hidden part of her body, including her nipples and clitoris.

Waiting is always so agonizing. What kind of outfit could it be? Sam wondered.

He tried his best to divert his attention, not to get too excited about the situation and mess up his own plans.

To distract himself, Sam focused on the banal TV programs.

At some point, the sound of water stopped, and only when there was movement at the bathroom door did Sam come back to his senses.

He saw white steam wafting out from the bathroom.

Then Zoe’s figure emerged.

How to put it? This left Sam feeling a bit let down.

Because Zoe was wearing a loose-fitting trench coat, which seemed a bit different from what he had anticipated.

Yet Zoe emerged with a slightly shy look in her eyes.

She hadn’t spoken yet.

“Click.”

She turned off some of the lights in the room.

Or rather, she switched to a different mode.

Instantly, the room no longer seemed so bright. Apart from the glow of the television, what remained was a dim, yellowish hue.

Somewhat dark, somewhat hazy, and to be more precise, it could be described as suggestive…

This suggestiveness began to permeate the room.

She walked step by step towards Sam, stopping in front of him without sitting down.

She looked into Sam’s eyes, which were fixed on her.

“Sorry, I took a bit longer than expected.”

Sam smiled.

“It’s okay. So, this is the outfit you wanted me to see?”

Zoe’s eyes shifted slightly, her long hair tied back in a ponytail.

She spoke softly, as if seeing through Sam’s thoughts.

“Um… if that’s the case, would you be disappointed?”

Of course, Sam denied it.

“How could I be… It’s very classy, I wouldn’t be disappointed.”

But Zoe laughed lightly, her expression becoming flirtatious.

“Sam, you’re not being honest. Your disappointment was written all over your face just now, wasn’t it?”

Sam seemed a bit sheepish.

“Well… it’s not exactly disappointment, it’s just that I feel this outfit doesn’t fully showcase your charm. It’s more like a pity…”

Zoe didn’t seem to be in a hurry, as if the night had endless time to squander.

“A pity, huh… So what were you hoping to see, Sam?”

That was a difficult question. Sam thought for a moment, his words not quite matching his true feelings.

“Anything is fine, as long as it’s Zoe wearing it, I think it looks good. This is already very nice,” he said.

But then Zoe suddenly lowered her head.

If Sam’s head had moved forward just a bit more, perhaps their cheeks would have come into intimate contact.

Only a very short distance was kept.

The atmosphere, now with the distance closed, became even more charged with suggestion.

Zoe’s eyes, brimming with allure, locked onto Sam’s, and then her tempting red lips parted slightly.

“I wouldn’t dream of disappointing you, Sam… What I wanted you to see isn’t this coat.”

“What do you mean…”

Sam seemed utterly clueless, gazing at her with a bewildered look.

Then Zoe straightened up, standing firm before Sam.

Her hands rested on the edges of her trench coat.

Her gaze was shy, teasing, and filled with an unmatched seductiveness. Even her voice dropped to a sultry murmur.

“What I’ve prepared… is underneath. Please, Sam, enjoy the view.”

As she spoke, she slowly began to undo her coat.

Right in front of Sam.

Bit by bit.

Like unveiling some ancient secret.

Like a treasure finally revealing itself to his eyes.

The moment she fully opened the coat, Sam’s breath seemed to stop.

His eyes involuntarily widened, an honest instinctual reaction.

He had not anticipated this…

Perhaps he had expected something tonight, but not this.

Beneath this trench coat…

It wasn’t that she wore nothing, but what she wore was far more provocative than her naked body.

It was a fiery red color.

A one-piece lace sexy lingerie.

Somewhat transparent, yet not entirely so.

Concealing secrets within, it was a breathtaking temptation.

Her E-cup breasts seemed almost to touch Sam’s forehead, and her tight, voluptuous legs, under the red stockings, were a deadly allure.

Her perfect face, her sensual figure, it was a fatal enticement that challenged a man’s restraint.

Was this a scene from an adult film?

Sensing Sam’s increasingly heavy breathing, Zoe kept leaning in, her voice low, and reached behind her head to release her bound hair.

She said,

“Feast your eyes on me, as brazenly as you like… It would disgust me from anyone else. But from you, Sam… go ahead, the bolder and more lewd, the more it excites me…”