The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 214

Chapter 214: But you’re still not my sex slave
Sam wasn’t sure what Angel meant by “fun.”

For Angel, the word ‘fun’ could mean a myriad of things.

Sam had a vague sense of unease, but this girl wouldn’t tell him exactly what was going on, putting him in a difficult position.

On the car ride, Sam’s expression was one of laughter, but inside he was filled with worry.

When would these days come to an end?

Sam didn’t know, and no one could answer his question. The scenery outside the window flew by, not giving much chance for longing. It was as if to say, the moment you see the landscape, you’re actually already on the path of missing it.

When the car arrived in front of the familiar Cherry Blossom Avenue, at the luxurious mansion.

The two of them got out of the car, and Elowen drove off to park in the designated area.

Angel then led Sam through the entrance hall.

“Eh? Is it sister Angel and brother Sam coming home together today?”

Selena, wearing a sweater that didn’t seem very thick, blinked at them, holding a noticeably fatter cat in her arms.

Under Selena’s careful care, Biscuit had grown quickly; it wasn’t this big just a month ago.

Sam smiled and nodded. “What, aren’t you happy to see me?”

Selena said with a giggle, “How could that be~ Every time Sam comes, there’s always something delicious!”

What she really wanted to say was: every time Sam visited their house, she could sneakily play video games in her room, because at those times, Angel simply had no other mind to supervise her.

So, in a way, Sam was her lucky star.

Angel glanced at her younger sister.

“What? You don’t eat well when he’s not here?”

Selena immediately dropped her playful expression, looking somewhat fearful as she said, “How could that be~ It’s just that the dishes are more abundant! It proves that our hospitality is on point!”

Very good, Selena had learned to flatter, it seemed that those around Angel indeed had to learn to grow.

“Have you practiced the piano today?” Angel asked the little girl with a stern expression.

Selena immediately started to stutter. “Of—of course I’ve finished practicing!”

Angel nodded.

“Good, I’ll check later. If you can play the piece completely, then the reward I promised you stands. But if you can’t play it all the way through…”

“I—I know! The reward isn’t important… I definitely finished playing it.”

“If you’ve already finished, then why are you talking and backing away at the same time? What are you afraid of?”

Angel furrowed her brows.

Selena, still holding Biscuit, kept retreating as if she had remembered something terrifying.

She put on a smile uglier than crying.

“No—nothing, I just remembered that there might have been some parts I wasn’t very familiar with while I was playing… I’ll go practice a bit more, you guys have fun, I’ll go play the piano for a while longer…!”

With that, she ran off.

Almost not giving Angel a chance to say more, Selena quickly disappeared from their sight.

Sam couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at Angel.

“Do you think you were as cute as Selena when you were little?”

Angel gave Sam an annoyed look.

“I’ve always been cute, and is that what you call cute? Clearly, she’s just feeling guilty. I wonder who these little rascals learn from.”

Angel’s gaze towards Sam clearly provided the answer.

Sam immediately reacted, then said defensively.

“You have the nerve to talk about others not working hard, haven’t you been slacking off on your studies lately? There’s only a month left until the exams, are you preparing to call me ‘older brother’?”

Angel let out a cold laugh.

“You’re still thinking about that, huh? What, you really want me to call you ‘older brother’?”

Sam said with a smile, “Actually, between lovers, it’s quite normal to call each other ‘brother’…”

Angel scoffed.

“Don’t worry, there’s no chance of that happening. And what do you think I invited you here for?”

“You’re not going to make me tutor you in your studies here, are you?”

Sam suddenly seemed to grasp something.

It was as if he could explain why Angel had so abruptly brought him back home again. But then again, this wasn’t the first time she had acted on such sudden, inexplicable whims.

Angel looked at Sam.

“It’s just an opportunity for you to show off…What did you think it was? Are you perhaps entertaining some strange thoughts? Hm?”

Angel moved closer to Sam.

Her familiar, beautiful face and the alluring scent of her perfume immediately enveloped him.

Under the dimming sky, she seemed to become the only stunning beauty, a rare treasure in this world that one could hardly come by more than once.

Her fingers gently glided over Sam’s chest, as if inscribing special characters.

Sam watched her movements, watched as she slightly lifted her head, her eyes revealing a familiar seduction.

“It’s not that… It’s just that every time you call me over, isn’t it always like this? It’s not that I’m expecting anything, it’s just that you won’t admit what you really want to do.”

Angel squinted her eyes and reached out to lift Sam’s chin.

“Is that so? Since you’re already at my place, don’t you want to make love to me? It seems I’ve underestimated your willpower… But if you do not have such willpower, then why would you boast about wanting to establish a harem?”

“I was joking… What willpower do I have?” Sam quickly defended himself.

Angel let out a cold laugh and placed her hands on Sam’s shoulders, as if about to embrace his neck.

Their faces were almost touching, and Sam could clearly feel Angel’s breath.

Angel’s eyes wandered over Sam’s features, the familiar, ambiguous atmosphere tempting Sam to kiss her lips, to invade the girl’s body.

“Is that so? If you lack the willpower, then why haven’t you succumbed to my charm, willing to become my sex slave?”

Crazy Angel, to utter such words.

Sam didn’t say anything to spoil the mood; instead, he boldly wrapped his arms around Angel’s waist.

“I’ve already succumbed to your charm.”

Angel tilted her head slightly, as if offering Sam the perfect angle to kiss her lips.

She was too good at this.

Without taking the initiative, she used these subtle details, these small gestures, silently issuing an invitation that was utterly irresistible.

But at this moment, Sam exercised a bit of restraint, refraining from taking the initiative to kiss her lips.

He heard her voice, lowered and honeyed, as if soaked in a jar of syrup.

“But you’re still not my sex slave.”

Sam chuckled, his smile seemingly brimming with an infinite allure.

“Let me reiterate, I’m not your sex slave; I’m your boyfriend.”

“Does being my boyfriend mean you’re entirely mine?”

Sam watched her eyelashes quiver slightly in the wind, observed the barely perceptible fervor of possession in the depths of her eyes.

“We belong to each other. Isn’t it a bit much to say ‘belong to any one side’?”

Angel moved in even closer at this point, and Sam could distinctly feel the girl’s lips, the touch of them on his own.

It was faint, like a piece of paper lightly pressed against him.

It could be blown away by a gust of wind at any moment, yet it also seemed possible that in the next instant, they would be tightly joined, inseparable.

Her voice seemed not intended to reach Sam’s ears but to pass through his mouth and reach his heart.

“The most unbreakable bond in the world is one of enslavement, not some emotional possession or love. Lovers may fall out of love one day, and those who trust each other might betray one another. But only if you are dominated by me… or I by you, is it solid, is it unchanging, right?”

As she spoke these words. Sam knew he couldn’t let her continue, or this issue would become unmanageable now.

So, in an instant, he gathered his arms and pulled Angel into his embrace.

Sam and Angel’s lips suddenly pressed tightly together, as if they couldn’t be parted, everything proceeding like a familiar routine, a rehearsal they had performed countless times.

A flame ignited.

Passion flared in an instant.

It seemed not to care where they were.

Just at that moment…

“Ah, it’s not good for a sister and brother to do such things, you know? What if a guest were to see… What then?”