The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Was she pretending to be drunk?
Soon, the waiter appeared before them, carrying several bottles of exquisitely packaged red wine. Although Sam was unfamiliar with the brand of the wine, its elegant packaging suggested that it wasn’t cheap.

Sam always felt that Alice, this woman, spent at least 60% of her income on drinking, if not more.

So why the fondness for alcohol? This was something Sam couldn’t understand. An occasional indulgence he could grasp, but what kind of desolate life must one lead to drink every day?

Living in the numbness brought on by alcohol, without ever being sober, could that really be a meaningful life?

Sam could respect it, but understanding it was another matter.

But now, that was irrelevant.

He only wanted to get the two ladies in front of him drunk, or perhaps be drunk to death by them.

He had sworn in his heart that if he didn’t manage to get Alice or Aurora drunk, he would go change his name to Bob.

Of course, Sam’s tolerance was well-known; he was definitely not going to get drunk, lol…

Right from the start, Alice deliberately filled Sam’s glass to the brim with red wine. Sam employed his usual strategy, pretending to struggle, feigning a low tolerance, and then reluctantly, with a pained expression, drank it down.

Alice watched Sam with a constant smile, then with a slightly disdainful look, she said, “Such a young man and can’t handle his drink? You’re not going to pass out after two glasses, are you?”

Sam, putting on a brave face, made a blustering expression.

“Who are you underestimating? I can drink more than you, that’s for sure.”

“Good. Remember what you just said!”

Meanwhile, Aurora watched the scene with a grin, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

About Sam, she actually didn’t know much. But she vividly remembered the last time they drank with Mia; this boy’s capacity for alcohol was nothing short of miraculous. He had consumed a lot, yet hadn’t been drunk at all.

In the end, he was sober enough to take them home and even took care of them.

So Aurora wasn’t about to overestimate herself and compete with Sam in drinking.

However, Sam quickly poured himself a full glass of red wine and then directly turned to Aurora.

“Officer Aurora, aren’t you going to have some?” he asked.

Aurora paused, giving Sam a meaningful glare.

“You guys seem to be having a great time; I wouldn’t want to interrupt,” she replied.

Alice also looked over.

“Yeah, it would be too lonely if just the two of us were drinking. Why don’t you join us?” she suggested.

Aurora immediately shook her head. “I think I’ll pass. You guys go ahead…”

But Alice, intending to give Aurora a little ‘lesson’ for deliberately hiding her prior acquaintance with Sam, moved her wine glass a bit closer to Aurora.

“I’ll start then, you do as you like!”

Now, Aurora couldn’t refuse. She glanced at Sam, who was all smiles, but he chose to ignore her gaze.

“You guys are something else…ugh!”

Aurora had no choice but to down her drink.

Alcohol is a curious thing; aside from those who really can’t handle their liquor, anyone who can drink a bit finds it hard to stop after two or three glasses, even feeling like they could keep drinking until the end of the world.

Alcohol numbs the brain’s nerves, creates misjudgments, and amplifies emotions.

So, even though Aurora thought about not drinking too much, under the inexplicably united front of Sam and Alice, she couldn’t help but follow one drink with another.

The three of them ate, chatted, and the atmosphere seemed to harmonize suddenly.

An hour later, Aurora was already feeling a bit nauseous and couldn’t help but say, “Don’t drink so fast… maybe slow down a bit?”

Alice’s face was completely flushed, her already intellectual demeanor now seemed even more charming and alluring under the influence of alcohol.

“Can’t handle it? Your fighting spirit is lacking…”

Actually, Alice herself wasn’t faring much better and was thinking of slowing down too, but having the other person suggest it first made her appear more composed, a typical tactic at the drinking table.

Aurora replied, “Who can keep up with you guys drinking like this… my head is spinning. Let’s talk about something else.”

“What do you want to talk about?” Alice also put down her wine glass, looking somewhat eager.

Aurora seemed not to notice this small detail, her gaze drifting to Sam, who appeared to be on the verge of drunkenness, propping up his head with his hand.

“Let’s talk about something I’ve always been curious about… what are you guys planning to do in the future?”

Under the influence of alcohol, such seemingly awkward topics could be directly addressed, the amplified emotions allowing them to disregard the awkwardness.

Alice took a bite of fruit from the plate.

“What do you mean, what are we going to do? Nothing special.”

Aurora smiled and said, “This bad boy still has more than a year to graduate, and besides… he’s surrounded by beauties, each with their own unique traits, each as exceptional as you.”

Of course, this was something Alice already knew.

Whether it was Angel or Sophie, each was a unique beauty at Kuhang School, each with their own distinctive charm.

Clearly, Aurora was not optimistic about Alice’s story with this boy.

However, Alice seemed not to care too much.

“It’s fine, everything will be clear the day he graduates. Of course, there’s also a possibility that I might lose interest in him before that day comes.”

Sam looked up, smiling at her.

“You can’t say that, Miss Alice, what if it’s me…”

Sam hadn’t finished speaking when Alice glared at him.

“You want to try?”

Aurora interjected with a laugh: “Alice, have you noticed? Even when you pretend to be angry, you look pretty… But don’t you both find this way of interacting a bit strange? I thought relationships weren’t supposed to be like this. You seem to be bound to each other, yet it doesn’t look like you’re in love…”

“It’s not really about love, how should I put it, it’s an interesting game. The loser has to give up everything, losing all their standing,” Alice said, swirling her wine glass.

Aurora seemed to understand a bit more about the situation between Sam and Alice.

How to put it, it was different from the romantic relationships she understood, even a bit strange.

She felt it was somewhat self-deceptive, just a dignified excuse found by people who were already attracted to each other.

Aurora laughed as she looked at Sam and Alice.

“Do you really think this is just a game? A good game should be something you can walk away from when you don’t want to play anymore, something that pleases you during the process… not something that ends in mutual destruction.”

Her voice was soft and slow, almost as if she was warning and advising them not to deceive themselves too deeply.

Alice, however, tilted her head back slightly, her allure more pronounced under the influence of alcohol.

“It doesn’t matter, I’ve been prepared for a long time… and if my life didn’t have such interesting things, I’d rather choose death over living in dull, tasteless days.”

Aurora knew this woman’s personality well. She seemed to speak intelligently and gently on the surface, understanding many principles, but in reality, she was excessively obstinate. Once she set her mind on something, it was hard to change.

And it was clear that the more restrained people appeared in everyday life, the more rebellious they actually were, the more they craved excitement internally, longing for an opportunity to unleash their true nature.

This was probably why she was so passionately in love with this boy.

Aurora turned to Sam.

“So… do you think the same way? I know some things about you, this bad boy… You’re not short of girls around you.”

Sam just smiled.

“You should ask Miss Alice. I haven’t hidden anything from her.”

Aurora looked puzzled at Alice, who hesitated for a moment before leaning in and whispering something into Aurora’s ear.

After hearing it, Aurora’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing even redder, making her look even more delicate.

The usually reserved woman’s expression was quite spectacular at that moment, as if she had heard some shocking, scandalous news.

“…There’s such a thing? You… you actually want to build a harem? Do you think you’re a tribal chief?”

Sam shrugged.

“I can’t help it; I’m just being honest about my ambitions and desires. Since you all say I’m a special boy, shouldn’t I do something special to live up to your expectations?”

Aurora couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s shamelessly honest of you… but by ‘special,’ I didn’t mean for you to start a harem. Do you think that’s reasonable?”

“I think if it’s achievable, then there’s nothing unreasonable about it.”

Sam didn’t change his stance, nor did he bother to explain further. For instance, if he didn’t act this way, he would ultimately be killed.

But that was just one reason. If one were to truly analyze Sam’s heart, under the influence of alcohol, as a man, his desires were now stronger than ever.

Sam had to admit it.

His ambition was not to be underestimated. Since this world was born from a game, playing the game involved a compulsion to achieve all possible accomplishments. Having met those charismatic female leads and having interacted with them in various ways, how could he just watch them pass by and leave himself with profound regrets?

Sam was brave, yet also fearful.

Afraid of missing out, yet dreading loss.

Besides, this was essentially a game world, where perhaps things that couldn’t be done in reality might actually be achievable.

And collecting all these female leads into his harem was also his best hope for survival.

So, what was there to hide? Sam was quite clear about it; he was a bona fide womanizer.

Aurora was genuinely shocked by Sam’s demeanor at that moment. It seemed that only now could she see a truly different quality in this boy. She even couldn’t help saying,

“If it were anyone else, I’d think they were crazy, even tempted to drag them to a psychiatric hospital to see if they were traumatized, but why do I feel like when you say these things… you might actually succeed?”

“Because I’m Sam.”

The young man grinned shamelessly, his handsome face radiating a charisma that was hard to look away from.

Alice scoffed disdainfully.

“You might as well give up those fanciful illusions now. Do you think those girls are that simple? I’m just waiting for the day you have nothing and have to come crawling back to me. And who knows, by then I might not even want you… After all, why would I want something that nobody else does?”

Aurora laughed and said, “Is there no chance that you might be the one to surrender first?”

Alice curled her lips into a confident smile. “That’s not going to happen. I will definitely win.”

Aurora looked at Sam. “Now I’m a bit worried.”

“Worried about what?”

“Worried that with your grand ambitions, you might even start thinking about me. What if that makes me and Alice rivals? What then?”

Alice, who seemed to have had a bit too much to drink, raised her glass with a laugh.

“Aurora, are you thinking about fighting over a man with me now? But if it’s you, maybe I’d accept it.”

Aurora, somewhat annoyed, also raised her glass.

“Think again, I was just joking. I can’t handle the things you can, cheers!”

Sam didn’t quite catch what the two were talking about, but he guessed that by tomorrow, neither would remember any of this conversation.

That’s why Sam thought drinking was such a pointless activity. It not only harmed the body but solved nothing.

Promises made and grand declarations could end up meaning nothing.

But for now, he too raised his glass.

Sam had drunk quite a bit tonight, so he needed to act a bit more intoxicated, his speech slightly slurred.

It seemed to convince the two women that they might actually manage to get Sam drunk, but he was like someone who always has a bit of life left in him, the kind who just won’t die.

Initially, Alice had teamed up with Sam against Aurora, but as the night progressed, she switched sides, joining forces with Aurora to gang up on Sam.

Just after Alice and Sam had clinked glasses, Aurora also raised her glass towards Sam.

It appeared that the two women had formed a united front, but Sam remained undaunted.

He said, “Oh, I really can’t drink much. You two can’t gang up on me like this,” even as he boldly picked up his glass and poured himself another.

Soon, four bottles of red wine were empty, and both women were struggling to keep their heads from slumping onto the table, teetering on the edge of drunken oblivion.

“Another round?” Sam asked, shaking his head. Although his constitution was indeed exceptional, he was starting to feel a bit dizzy.

But thanks to his self-healing abilities, it wouldn’t be long before Sam was back to normal.

Alice, struggling mightily, waved her hand, unable to articulate her words.

Aurora took a while to lean back in her chair, laboriously opening her eyes and stuttering, “You bad boy… take, take us home.”

Sam blinked. “Take you where? I don’t know the place.”

Aurora replied irritably, “To Alice’s house… it’s nearby, I’ll tell you where… oh… I’m so dizzy, help her.”

Sam helped Alice, who seemed to be completely intoxicated.

Meanwhile, Aurora nearly stumbled and fell onto the table, but Sam quickly reached out with his other arm to steady her. However, in his haste, his hand landed awkwardly, grabbing her breast.

Sam could distinctly feel the firmness of her breast under his palm.

Aurora felt it too, and lifting her head, she glared at Sam with a blush of embarrassment.

“Bad boy… what are you doing?”

Sam, looking innocent, adjusted his position slightly.

“Still worried about that? You were about to fall flat on your face just now.”

Aurora glared at Sam, but soon seemed to lose her strength and leaned into his embrace.

Sam’s current position was somewhat awkward, supporting a woman on each side. Although they weren’t heavy, it was still a bit of a hassle.

As they walked out the door, Sam received numerous envious glances, though he himself felt more burdened than blessed.

Following Aurora’s directions, what should have been a ten-minute walk turned into nearly half an hour to reach Alice’s place.

Compared to Sam’s apartment, Alice’s home was much more spacious. However, the decor was understated and simple, dominated by shades of grey and white, giving it a somewhat cold atmosphere.

Sam first settled the two seemingly disoriented women onto the sofa in the living room, one on each side.

Then he turned on the living room light.

It clearly illuminated the state of the two drunken women.

Both were flushed, the redness spreading even to their ears, their hair disheveled, and their clothes slightly wrinkled.

Alice, in a daze, turned over.

“It’s hot…”

She tugged at her top.

She wanted to take off her sweater, but her drunken state impaired her coordination.

Sam approached her, asking with concern, “Don’t move around… Are you feeling hot?”

Alice could barely open her eyes and just hummed in response.

Sam thought for a moment.

“Just wait here, I’ll take care of Officer Aurora first, then I’ll take you to your room.”

Sam decided on the order of actions.

He gently laid Aurora down on the sofa and found a blanket to cover her with.

This woman seemed much more composed now, lying down obediently without any fuss.

Then Sam picked up the still fidgeting Alice in his arms and opened the bedroom door.

Sam noticed that in Alice’s room, there were no family photos, not even on the bedside table in her bedroom. The only picture there was from her college graduation year.

She looked somewhat youthful in the photo, yet it already hinted at a unique kind of resilience.

The room was tidy with no special decorations, and clothes were neatly placed, even the quilt was folded in advance.

Sam gently laid Alice on the bed.

Then he tenderly removed her top, revealing a black tank top underneath.

Her firm breasts and sexy belly button created an enticing scene, her skin flushed red like flowers blooming in the snow.

Sam didn’t entertain any fanciful thoughts at that moment, instead, he proceeded to remove her tight jeans.

Her long legs were incredibly alluring.

After a moment’s thought, Sam went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water, placing one on the living room table. He whispered to Aurora, “If you’re thirsty, there’s water on the table,” not really sure if she heard him clearly, then he walked into Alice’s room.

He placed the glass of water on the bedside table.

Then he glanced at Alice, who still seemed to be in a drunken state.

“Alright, Miss Alice, remember to drink some water when you wake up. I’m heading home now.”

With that, Sam turned to leave.

But in that instant,

“Bang!”

Suddenly, the door, which was ajar, slammed shut by itself!

It was like something out of a horror movie.

Sam hadn’t even recovered from the shock when he felt his wrist being grabbed. A strong force spun him around and pulled him towards the bed.

Instinctively, Sam braced his hands against the bed to prevent himself from falling completely, careful not to hurt the woman beneath him.

Yet, he inevitably came into contact with Alice’s extremely seductive body.

Alice didn’t seem to care about Sam’s considerate actions. Instead, she opened her lips, which were tinged with the smell of alcohol, as if she wanted to embrace the whole world.

Sam’s body overlaid with Alice’s. He could clearly feel Alice holding him tightly, unwilling to let go, as if the moment she did, Sam would slip away from her embrace.

Sam’s eyes widened as he watched Alice and a thought crossed his mind.

Was she pretending to be drunk?