The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 222

Chapter 222: If this was a dream, wasn’t it too real?
Sam was tediously managing the convenience store’s affairs. While there weren’t many troublesome issues, simplicity didn’t necessarily mean ease.

Sometimes, it was the mundane tasks that could be the most soul-sucking, invisibly draining your patience and leaving you mentally exhausted.

As Sam was eating the staff meal from the convenience store during his brief break, Mia, who had been busy in the changing room for a while, finally emerged.

She placed a glass of orange juice in front of Sam and looked at him nonchalantly.

“You shouldn’t just eat without drinking something; you might choke. Have some orange juice.”

Sam looked curiously at the young woman who seemed unusually kind today.

“Where did this juice come from?”

Mia replied casually, “A supplier sent it over. It’s a new product that might hit our shelves in a few days. I tried it, and it’s pretty good.”

She then pulled out a bottle with a label on it, half-empty, and took a swig.

Sam asked, puzzled, “Did they only send one bottle?”

Mia smiled. “Actually, they sent several, but I gave them out during the day. You came so late, there’s only a little left, and I still shared it with you. Aren’t you going to thank me?”

Sam chuckled. “If everyone else thinks it’s good, then I probably don’t need to try it. I’m not much of a juice drinker.”

Mia responded, slightly annoyed, “Stop the chatter and just try it. If you all think there’s no issue with the product, I’ll tell the supplier to go ahead with the order. Hurry up and taste it.”

Sam reluctantly took the juice and sipped it lightly. It tasted fine, not too sweet, just a regular juice.

Seeing Mia looking at him with an expectant gaze, Sam nodded.

“It tastes good, definitely something the younger crowd would like. It’s not too sweet, so it won’t be too much of a burden.”

Mia’s expression seemed odd, as if she hadn’t heard Sam speaking, just staring straight at him.

This made Sam squint in confusion.

“Boss?”

“Hmm?”

Mia seemed to snap back to reality.

“What were you daydreaming about just now? What’s on your mind?”

Mia immediately blushed and shook her head.

“Ah, it’s nothing… You said it’s okay, right?”

“Yeah… it’s fine. If the price isn’t too high, there shouldn’t be any problem launching it.”

“Oh, okay, I got it. You keep eating, I’ll go rest for a bit. There’s still stuff to do later.”

“Huh? You’re not going back yet? You want to rest here?”

Sam found it odd. After all, Mia rarely rested at the convenience store, and the store didn’t have any beds, just a changing room. Although one could rest by laying their head on a table, it was hardly comfortable, and for someone like Mia, quality of life seemed important.

Mia yawned, looking somewhat tired.

“It’s just how it has to be, I guess. It’s too late to go home now, and there’s nowhere else to rest, so I’ll just make do here. You keep doing your work.”

With that, Mia left, her charming silhouette disappearing from Sam’s view. The whole interaction hadn’t lasted long, and Sam found it somewhat strange.

It seemed like she didn’t mean to talk much, maybe she was really tired? Why did everything seem so off?

Looking at the orange juice in front of him, which he hadn’t finished, Sam thought for a moment and then poured the rest of the juice into the trash can. He hadn’t really wanted to drink it in the first place, feeling something odd and unsettling about it.

But due to the request, Sam felt he couldn’t refuse an order from a boss, so he had taken a sip.

After finishing his meal, and not knowing if it was just the fullness making him sleepy, Sam felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him, as if an invisible voice was telling him he should take a nap, rest his head on the table.

But this was during work hours, and with Mia resting in the changing room, Sam couldn’t afford to take a chance and nap on the table. If something went missing or if any other issue arose, it wouldn’t be good to be held responsible.

Thus, amidst a rather intense wave of sleepiness, Sam forced himself to keep his weary brain alert.

However, this state was hardly bearable. As darkness fell outside, Sam, stationed behind the counter, began to nod off repeatedly, much like a student dozing off during a lecture.

Why was he so inexplicably sleepy?

It wasn’t that late, and given his usual energy levels, he shouldn’t be this tired… Could it be because of having sex too frequently lately, draining too much energy?

It was strange.

Even when Sam clearly heard the changing room door open, and saw Mia walking towards him, he felt as though he could barely keep his eyes open. The world seemed to blur, as if he might collapse any moment.

By then, Mia had already reached him.

“Why are you so sleepy?”

Even speaking seemed a struggle for Sam.

“It’s… it’s nothing…”

Mia appeared helpless. “You’re like this and it’s nothing? You can’t even speak clearly. Go rest in the changing room.”

“I’m really fine…”

Sam tried to insist, but Mia had already come over and supported his arm, her tone exasperated.

“Good grief, you can’t even stand properly and you say you’re fine? What have you been doing to be this exhausted?”

Sam only caught the scent of her perfume, not realizing she could exert such strength, practically dragging him to the changing room.

Mia then placed Sam on the sofa in the changing room and continued.

“Alright, just take a rest. I can’t be responsible if you drop dead. I’ll keep an eye on things outside, and don’t worry, your pay won’t be docked.”

With that, she walked out of the changing room.

Right now, Sam seemed utterly incapable of much thought, not even able to consider whether the lights in the changing room were too bright.

He felt powerless as he collapsed, lying on his side on the sofa.

He couldn’t figure out why he was so overwhelmingly sleepy, nor could he understand why Mia, who had spoken of resting, seemed so alert. He was also unable to appreciate why Mia seemed unusually kind today, not even using the situation as an excuse to dock his pay… Why was that?

He didn’t know.

Sam just felt a deep wave of sleepiness engulf him, no longer able to keep his eyelids open, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The last bit of light dimmed, and everything seemed to sink into darkness. Even as he lost consciousness, Sam wondered if he might sleep now and never wake up again.

It seemed like a ludicrous thought.

The darkness lasted who knows how long, seemingly as long as a century, yet sleep always feels like it’s over in the blink of an eye.

When Sam regained consciousness, he felt unable to open his eyes.

It was as if an invisible pressure was bearing down on him, preventing him from controlling his own body, similar to the state described in the old European folklore term “Night hag.” (This term is often used to describe the sensation of a heavy weight on one’s chest, a common experience during sleep paralysis.)

It had been a long time since Sam had experienced this, and although he could feel his consciousness slowly returning, everything was muddled. Not to mention getting up, even opening his eyes seemed difficult.

But in this chaos, Sam sensed other subtle things.

“Rustle, rustle—”

Right beside him, very close, there came a faint sound.

It seemed like the sound of something rubbing… perhaps his own clothes?

Then he distinctly felt that this movement was coming from his pants.

It seemed like… someone was pulling his pants down!

Sam became aware of the situation, and the sensation grew increasingly real; he even felt the sharp scrape of nails against the skin of his thigh.

Feeling this, Sam tried to struggle against it.

But it seemed his body had no strength to resist; it was like a dream, yet not entirely a dream.

Who would be here doing such strange things to him at this time? He clearly remembered that it was just him and Mia in this convenience store, right?

It couldn’t be possible for some strange person to enter the changing room of the convenience store, could it? So, was it Mia?

But why would Mia do such a strange thing to him? Sam quickly calmed down, realizing he couldn’t wake up from this Night hag situation just like that.

So, he held his breath as his pants were pulled down to his calves.

He focused his attention on his toes and exerted force continuously, using all his energy until his toes twitched slightly.

Sam felt control gradually returning to his body, the movement was quite swift.

He finally opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was almost scared silly.

Because the lights in the changing room, which should have been on, were now red! It was a dim, blood-like dark red!

What shocked him wasn’t just that, but also that his body couldn’t move effectively, as if he had lost strength, his whole body felt soft and weak, and it was very difficult to even slightly lift his head from this lying position to see what was happening at his thighs.

He saw a person.

A familiar woman…

That long-sleeved shirt with a bow tie, that still beautiful woman… Mia!

It really was Mia!

Sam couldn’t believe that the woman pulling down his pants at this moment was the boss of this convenience store!

Although it was Mia, it didn’t seem like Mia.

Because Sam was very clear about what she usually looked like and her demeanor, but at this moment.

The woman squatting next to the sofa had a bizarre flush on her face, as if she had drunk a lot of alcohol, the kind of look where the alcohol goes straight to the head.

“Boss… what are you doing?” Sam furrowed his brow, struggling to look at her.

Even speaking seemed laborious, as if he had been struck by a severe illness, completely drained of strength.

Upon hearing Sam’s voice, Mia showed no signs of panic or surprise. Instead, she looked over seductively.

Her gaze was unlike anything Sam had seen before, as if she were possessed by a succubus. Her eyes shimmered enticingly, a seductive hue swirling near her pupils.

Illuminated by the dark red light, her face revealed an unprecedented allure.

By now, Sam’s pants had been completely removed, leaving only his underwear as the last barrier. The prominent bulge was unmistakably visible, as if one could almost imagine the exceptional nature of Sam’s endowment.

She even flashed a smile.

“Ah, you’re awake?” she said, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary, seemingly lost in some bizarre emotion.

Sam couldn’t help but frown, struggling to sit up.

“Not… stop for a second.”

“Bang.”

But in the next moment, Mia simply pressed her hand against Sam’s stomach, and his resistance instantly vanished, forcing him to collapse back onto the sofa.

Then he saw Mia slightly stand up, leaning on the edge of the sofa.

That beautiful face, now with a demonic expression, looked down at him from above.

She gently caressed his face.

“Don’t be too hasty, you know. Being impatient won’t help you do anything well, just like a person with a lame leg thinking about running on a basketball court. How could that work?”

Sam struggled to look at her, holding his breath in an effort to summon strength in his body, but it was futile, especially with the eerie red light behind her.

All of this seemed far from normal, overly sinister.

If this wasn’t a dream, then it could only be explained by some other unnatural phenomenon… Sam still remembered that bizarre, bloody dream he had last time at his house.

Could it be happening again?

This time, the sensation felt extremely real, yet some phenomena around him indicated that this was a dream, not reality.

That meant… it was no coincidence, but a manifestation of some supernatural ability.

Could it be that Mia’s powers were responsible for this, including the last time?

“What are you doing… Boss, shouldn’t you be outside keeping watch for me? What is this?” Sam asked, sounding exhausted and weak.

He felt so drained that he couldn’t even lift his hands, let alone resist.

Mia smiled as she looked at Sam.

“What are you babbling about? Did you get silly from sleep? Wasn’t it you who told me… you’d be waiting in the lounge for me, wanting me to admire your body? I saw you were asleep… so I had to take matters into my own hands. Don’t worry, I’ll get to see it soon, really looking forward to it, Sam~”

She spoke these strange words, words that Sam could never have said.

Was there a discrepancy between reality and the dream? Was there a mistake in his memory?

Or was she deliberately twisting his words?

Sam was confused, everything in this state seemed unbelievable, even his own memories couldn’t be trusted, as if there was no way to respond.

Sam was still pondering here, still thinking about how to wake up from this bizarre dream.

Suddenly, he felt a chill at his lower body.

A very cool sensation.

Struggling, Sam lifted his head only to see her hands pulling down his underwear completely!

Suddenly, he was utterly exposed, his cock fully revealed to the air…

Instantly, Sam felt overwhelmed.

In such a situation, she had actually done this—was this really Mia’s supernatural ability? Was she conscious of her actions in this state?

Sam didn’t know, he only knew that at this moment he didn’t even have the strength to cover himself.

Then came the woman’s laughter.

“Indeed, it’s wonderful, Sam… I never expected that at 18, you’d be such a rare treasure… It’s astonishing, your size is so unbelievable.”

Sam could distinctly feel everything, as if it all truly existed.

If this was a dream, wasn’t it too real? Even her breath and the scent of her body were unmistakably clear.

He tried hard to struggle, but it seemed futile, only managing to make meaningless movements.

Mia showed no intention of stopping; Sam’s struggles seemed only to serve as a spice, a catalyst that excited her even more.

Sam felt he couldn’t hold on any longer, struggling to contain these feelings, especially with this woman who was his boss… it was too bizarre!

This couldn’t go on; he had to find a way to break free from this situation, even if it was a dream, he needed to wake up from this strange nightmare!

Sam gritted his teeth and looked down at Mia.

“Stop it, Mia… How can we do this? It’s too weird, isn’t it?”

It seemed like an attempt to awaken her conscience.

But Mia showed no signs of stopping; instead, she looked at Sam oddly.

“Weird? Why would it be weird? You’re a man, I’m a woman… How is that weird? It’s normal, it’s natural.”

She wasn’t lucid, nor did she stop, but continued her actions, even more vigorously.

Sam, unable to bear it any longer, stared at her.

“But we both know this is a dream, right? You’re not really Mia, who are you?”

Sam felt that this woman, apart from her appearance, was too different from Mia, almost like a different personality.

The woman did pause slightly, only to give Sam a strange look.

“I am Mia.”

Then, Sam saw her pull something out from under the couch…

It was a pair of scissors.

Large, exaggerated, and very sharp scissors.

She held the scissors close to Sam’s critical area, then smiled and said.

“As for whether this is a dream… why not try and find out? The question is, do you dare to try?”