The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 208

Chapter 208: You can only be mine
Sam couldn’t fathom why Zoe harbored such thoughts.

Could it be that his presence had sparked some exhibitionist tendencies in her? Or was it his Temptation Constitution that, rather than frightening her, had an addictive effect on this woman?

Perhaps it was a mix of reasons, or maybe it wasn’t as complex as he imagined.

It might simply be the woman’s own inherent desires. Let’s not forget, this isn’t any ordinary world; this is a game world, and this woman is one of the game’s designated female leads.

A seductress, undoubtedly.

It’s just a matter of to what degree.

And now, it seemed like the time to display those traits.

Looking at the special attire beneath the trench coat, which was the epitome of temptation.

Even without specific knowledge, Sam had seen enough through various channels to understand what sexy lingerie was used for.

Especially with Sam and Zoe being so close.

It’s hard to imagine the kind of willpower a man would need to resist such a direct temptation, akin to catching an intercontinental missile with his bare hands, isn’t it?

Zoe gradually moved closer to Sam.

Seemingly unwilling to give the young man more time to clear his head, but why should he? Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.

With endless desire, it seemed everything was providing a reason to indulge in decadence, to embrace sex, to surrender to the rampant desires before him.

Before Sam could react, Zoe’s hand was already on his shoulder, pushing him towards the back of the sofa.

Forced to tilt his head back, Sam saw Zoe’s legs touching his, her body not sparing any contact—perhaps this was the very thing she longed for.

Zoe squeezed in unabashedly.

Under the ambiguous-colored lights, her face, with its slight shadows, seemed to possess an even more bewitching power.

“Sam… before you came here, you must have anticipated what would happen tonight, right?” she said.

At this moment, Sam needed to ensure his rationality didn’t break down; he had to preserve his last bit of clarity.

He looked at the enticing Zoe, like a fiery red rose, or a firework that should ascend into the sky, bursting forth in a blaze of glory.

“What might happen…?” he asked.

Zoe slightly bowed her head, her breasts pressing against Sam’s chest, but she seemed utterly unconcerned.

She leaned into Sam’s face, her gaze wandering over his delicate features, yearning to leave a trace of her greed and fervor on every inch.

“Still playing dumb at this point? Sam, you must have thought that this night wouldn’t be so simple when you decided to come, right?” she whispered, her hands beginning to encircle his shoulders.

Zoe leaned into Sam’s body, and with just a slight rise from him, he could bury himself in her embrace, coming into intimate contact with her ample bosom.

“I never thought that… But isn’t it strange for you to be dressed like this?” he asked.

“Is it strange?” she asked with a smile.

With slightly flushed cheeks, Zoe tilted her head, and Sam could feel the warm, moist breath she exhaled brushing against his cheek.

In such a situation, Sam still tried his best to maintain his composure, speaking softly.

“It’s a bit strange, isn’t it? After all, these aren’t clothes one would wear out, and besides, they look too good on you, too tempting.”

As he spoke, Zoe’s body had almost completely squeezed into Sam’s embrace.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned close to his shoulder, whispering near his face, near his ear.

“Why say these things now? Don’t you realize that such words will only make things worse, or is it that Sam, like me, is anticipating something to happen?”

Zoe, having reached this point, seemed unwilling to disguise her feelings any longer. The shyness, the timidity, seemed to have vanished into thin air.

What remained was the unbridled reality of self, a Zoe catalyzed by sexual desire, beginning to throw caution to the wind, following her instincts.

Sam felt an irreplaceable sensation in his arms.

Although he had fantasized about such a scenario, it wasn’t until Zoe appeared in his embrace, clad in sexy lingerie, that he truly understood the terrifying power of the moment.

Zoe’s nearly naked body against his, every inch of sensory input was honestly relayed to Sam’s mind—tumultuous, overwhelming, an irresistible urge to make love to her.

Sam’s restraint was teetering on the brink of collapse; he was already aroused, his erection causing his pants to tent conspicuously.

“Isn’t it you who orchestrated all this… How come it seems like I’m the one knowingly committing the offense now?”

Sam certainly knew what was about to happen, but he had to say this nonetheless.

Zoe seemed to take Sam’s ‘evasiveness’ as part of the foreplay. She didn’t care about these things, just smiled and gently bit Sam’s ear, as if signaling the commencement of battle.

Just like ancient armies would blow the horn to signal the charge before a fight.

The warm, moist breath entered Sam’s ear, continuing to provoke his nerves.

At the same time, Zoe kept tightening her legs; they were now clamping down on Sam’s manhood, the sensation intensifying as if they were about to merge into one in such a state.

Zoe released her red lips with a smile.

She used her seductive tongue to lick Sam’s facial skin, as if she were performing a cleansing ritual on him. Using such a beautiful woman for such a task seemed extravagant, but perhaps this was the true joy of manhood?

While performing these seemingly unconscious, instinctive acts of intimacy, Zoe spoke.

“After all, isn’t this what you like, Sam? Always making me take the initiative. But that’s okay, if it has to be this way, then you should be a good boy, shouldn’t you?”

Sam lifted his head.

Zoe didn’t immediately pull away; following Sam’s movement, her tongue found its way to his neck.

Then, Sam felt a moist touch on his neck—warm and damp.

It was Zoe, lavishing kisses on his neck with meticulous care, making Sam feel as though he were sinking into the sea.

It was a bit ticklish, but more than that, it was an indescribable pleasure.

Sam couldn’t help but squint his eyes slightly.

“How do you want me to be good… But I’m not known for being obedient,” Sam said, and Zoe lifted her head in response.

She was on top, looking down at Sam who seemed entrenched in the couch, as if it were impossible for him to rise.

Her initiative was like a deadly poison, and as she drew closer, Sam’s vision narrowed.

Zoe, with a seductive and enchanting smile, said, “I, of course, know that Sam isn’t very good, but that’s okay. Just be a little good for now, and I won’t hesitate to offer myself as a reward. Actually, I’ve… wanted to do this for a long time.”

Before Sam could respond, Zoe’s body pressed down on him entirely.

Sam immediately felt his breathing constricted; his face was nearly buried in Zoe’s ample bosom.

He couldn’t breathe in any fresh air; instead, the rich, unique fragrance of her body filled his nostrils.

Unable to breathe, it was as if he had instantly lost the right to do so.

Sam instinctively grabbed her breasts, which, despite their exaggerated size, were incredibly soft.

So soft it was unimaginable, as if Sam could immerse himself in a gentle ocean, unable to see the stars above.

This was indeed a rare delight; Sam thought countless men would willingly drown in this pair of voluptuous breasts, even unto death.

Zoe felt Sam’s cheeks rubbing against her breasts, especially when his breath blew across her nipples, bringing a tingling sensation.

Zoe’s complexion became even more bewitching, and she looked down at Sam with satisfaction and pride, as if she were gazing at her own child, even radiating a maternal glow.

“Do you like it? I always worry that the size of my breasts might seem a bit too strange, but Sam seems to really enjoy them… It’s okay, if you like them, indulge more… Focus more, whatever you want to do with my breasts is fine, I’m not afraid…”

Zoe said this with a laugh, seemingly lost in this romantic atmosphere, completely being her free self, no longer caring if it was strange or too exaggerated.

Sam, however, was unable to make any coherent sound, unable to speak a full sentence, his face completely buried in her massive breasts.

It wasn’t until Sam grasped her breasts with both hands and hoisted them up forcefully that Zoe was raised in such an odd position.

Her upper garment had already fallen off, but this only seemed to add to her beauty, a chaotic and disheveled kind of beauty.

In Zoe’s eyes, there seemed to be a fullness of tender affection as she looked at Sam.

Sam’s breathing grew heavy, and his cheeks flushed.

“Zoe, are you trying to suffocate me with your huge breasts?”

Although it was indeed pleasurable, the feeling of suffocation was also real.

Zoe looked at Sam with a seductive gaze.

“Don’t you like it? Just now, you were like a greedy child, constantly kissing my breasts, as if you wanted to leave your mark on them…”

This statement was a bit exaggerated.

Sam hadn’t gone that far, but there were indeed some reddish marks on the skin of Zoe’s breasts, and Sam didn’t know how to defend himself. It seemed somewhat insincere to say at this point that he was acting out of desperation for air.

Sam felt his cock was about to burst through his underwear, and under the ambiguous lighting, he looked at Zoe with some difficulty.

“Maybe we should stop… I’m a man, and if we go on like this, I won’t be able to hold back.”

It seemed as if Sam was reminding her, in the final moments, that some actions, once taken, leave no room for reversal. One must not lose something precious in a moment of impulse; this was the choice they both had to face.

But Zoe appeared to be utterly indifferent to this. Or rather, she had been ready for it all along.

The truly unenlightened one was probably Sam.

So she reached out, one hand gently caressing Sam’s face, the other grasping his hand. This gesture was familiar; it wasn’t the first time she had done it, and it was like an invitation being extended.

“If we always consider the consequences… we lose a lot of fun in life. And why should you worry so much, Sam? I haven’t been drinking, I’m perfectly clear-headed. Making love with you is what I want to do… what I’ve always wanted to do.”

Zoe then placed Sam’s hand back on her breast before stopping.

Sam felt the sensation in his hand, and the visual impact was even more astonishing.

Zoe’s breasts were too large for Sam to fully grasp with one hand, and Zoe herself couldn’t see her toes when she looked down.

In this moment, Sam felt the world’s favor upon him; he was reflecting, and he was savoring this wonderful feeling.

Zoe looked at Sam with satisfaction, then tossed her long hair to one side.

“That’s right… just like that, it’s the feeling that only Sam can give me…”

She could no longer restrain herself; she had held back for too long, and too much sexual desire needed to be released.

And Sam, right in front of her, was the perfect target.

In the darkness of the night, the two embraced, and under the dim light, their souls seemed to dance.

Kissing, hugging, shedding clothes.

Gradually escalating.

Sam seemed to be following a man’s instinct, everything tender and ordinary, adhering to a natural rhythm, feeling the other’s fervent breath.

This woman, with a figure close to perfection, could easily ensnare one in her charm, making it impossible to extricate oneself.

The dim light in the room indulged them with the possibility of abandon, allowing Sam and Zoe to immerse themselves in the bliss of love, temporarily casting aside all reason and sobriety.

And Zoe, like a bishop bestowing rich fruits upon her followers, had just parted her lips but then held his head close. She kept tilting her neck back, her eyes squinting, her slightly parted red lips, and the joy on her face was unmistakable.

Some things intensified in such a process.

It was like a sports car speeding on the highway, with only the roar of the engine, and no end in sight to stop.

Burning fuel, leaving a trail of smoke.

“Bang.”

In this disordered night.

Sam’s clothes had already fallen to the floor, and he was pushed onto the couch.

He looked up at the sensual and enchanting Zoe, equally naked, straddling his waist.

Her hands grasped Sam’s cock, gently stroking it.

He just watched her, watched this siren of a woman smiling at him, fully interpreting her allure.

“Sam… I’ve waited so long for this day, I won’t let you go for anything…”

It was like a final declaration.

But Sam looked at her and said softly. “Do you really want to make love to me?”

Zoe slightly rose, “Is this the time to say such meaningless words?”

But Sam shook his head.

“What I mean is, I already have a girlfriend, and for something like this to happen… isn’t it a bit inappropriate?”

The moment Sam uttered these words, Zoe’s expression froze.

Her movements seemed to stop entirely, as if time had paused in an eerie stillness.

Sam, however, kept looking at her, watching her gaze shift from stunned to angry, and then to a kind of resentful sorrow.

She looked at him.

“At this time… do you really have to deceive me with such words?”

She seemed to disbelieve, or perhaps she didn’t want to believe.

Sam, of course, needed to clarify at this moment. If he had let her find out after they had engaged in actual sexual relations, the outcome would have been predictable.

As for why he didn’t explain earlier but chose this moment, Sam had his own considerations.

If it weren’t for such a moment, how could his words have an impact, and how could he make Zoe face this reality?

It appeared that Zoe had lured Sam into a trap of lust, but wasn’t it also Sam showing his cunning at this moment?

Forcing Zoe to face such a choice at such a time?

Sam never denied his own deceit and scheming.

He simply wanted to survive among these female leads, and if he could achieve this goal, he might even reap great benefits. However, if it ended badly, he would lose his life.

It was an investment with obvious high risks and high rewards.

Hence, such a choice.

Sam propped himself up, looking into Zoe’s almost pleading eyes, and said softly.

“I’m not lying to you, just look at my phone… I’m in a relationship. With a girl my own age…”

Sam hadn’t finished speaking.

In an instant, Zoe’s hands shot out. She grabbed Sam’s throat directly.

Her expression was indiscernible in the dim light, but one could imagine it was probably twisted, perhaps even fierce.

Her eyes were emitting a frenzied, yandere-like intensity.

The sudden force seemed intended to make Sam suffocate.

As Sam struggled to breathe, he heard her words.

“Impossible…”

“Impossible!”

“You’re mine…”

“You absolutely cannot belong to anyone else!”

“You can only be mine, mine!!”