The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 243

Chapter 243: I wish for your happiness the most
At this moment, Sam finally gained his freedom.

However, when he saw Angel, still kneeling on the floor, his mind was somewhat foggy.

Was this the appearance that the high and mighty heiress should have?

Such disarray…

No, it wasn’t just disarray, it was utter defilement.

It was like seeing a goddess desecrated, filling one with a profound sense of heartache.

Of course, the most genuine feeling was still hidden in the recesses of Sam’s heart, that faint sense of exhilaration.

Would anyone truly dislike seeing a goddess, once held so high, defiled by the common man?

Is there really no one who harbors a secret corner in their heart, a desire to tarnish something sacred?

Yes.

Of course, there is.

And recalling the oppression he had once suffered at Angel’s hands, that twisted sense of pleasure in Sam’s heart seemed to be released to its utmost in this small corner.

Things he had never dared to imagine seemed to have happened so easily, achieved in such a bizarre and unexpected way.

Is this what the game world is like?

Angel on the ground seemed to have been dazed for a long time, overwhelmed by the sensation, before she slowly came to her senses.

But by the time she regained her composure, it was already too late.

Her mouth, face, beside her eyes, on her nose, cheeks, the corners of her mouth, and even… her golden hair.

All were smeared with semen.

The scene was incredibly erotic.

And Sophia, watching this, her beautiful eyes seemed filled with a strange hue, an emotion never before seen in her, as if iridescent arcs were blooming in her eyes.

“Wow… Sam~ you’re amazing! To have ejaculated so much.”

Sam was indeed amazing.

But why did that statement sound so awkward?

Sam turned his head, his expression somewhat stiff as he looked at Sophia. “Was this really necessary? It’s not like there’s such deep hatred between you two, right?”

Sophia blinked and looked at Sam. “Why can’t it be like this? It’s not like I started it, Sam, you should know, right? From the beginning… my sister and I were innocent, it’s just this wicked woman who never wanted to let us go.”

Meanwhile, Angel, still unable to move, also lifted her head and looked this way. Her gaze seemed to have fallen into an abyss of deep darkness from which there was no salvation.

“Before… I just wanted to play with you. But now, it seems I really can’t let you go. Do you know what you’re about to face? You must be prepared, right?” Angel’s words were casual.

But Sam had no doubts about the truth of these words.

Everyone knew Angel’s character; how could she possibly let this go after such humiliation? How could she swallow this insult?

You should know.

No one had ever dared to defy her, nor had anyone ever made her suffer such a loss.

Sam quickly pulled on his pants, while Sophia stared straight at him.

“Sam, you see, there was no other choice… My sister was right, your own kindness only makes others bully you more recklessly. The more troubled your fate, the harder your stance must be, like a hedgehog towards the world, so as not to be played by fate like a pawn… So Sam, we must take up arms, we absolutely cannot bow down, right?”

And at this moment, Angel also said to Sam.

“Sam, don’t try to persuade me anymore, she’s as good as dead.”

On one side, a soft yet strong resistance.

On the other, a gaze filled with murderous intent.

One is Sam’s girlfriend, the unique heiress.

The other is one of the most special girls by Sam’s side, special in both personality and demeanor.

But the conflict between these two girls seems to have intensified completely.

Utterly incompatible, like fire and water.

Sam feels his brain gently tearing apart.

This sensation of tearing is distinct, tugging at his nerves, as if a faint voice is telling him.

If he can’t handle today’s situation well, his future life will become a mess. Since arriving in this world, everything he has painstakingly built could completely collapse, never to be rebuilt.

He himself might not die immediately, right?

Probably.

But what about Sophie and Sophia?

Unless they can now kill this noble heiress, Angel’s attitude towards them is likely to be an endless pursuit.

And from the most rational judgment, Sophia and Sophie are no match for Angel, whether in terms of supernatural abilities or real-world status and background, Angel has an absolute advantage.

But no matter what happens, no matter who gets hurt, or even possibly dies, it would be a huge blow to Sam.

Even the system might not let him off, bringing him severe punishment.

Of course, most importantly, Sam has become very close to these female leads. Whoever disappears from this world, he will be saddened, regretful, and find it hard to accept.

Sam must handle all this now; he can no longer stand idly by.

This isn’t about the happiness of all humanity. This is about whether Sam’s own world can still be happy, a crossroads. Whether he can achieve a perfect ending, whether he can live happily in this world without any regrets, looking up at the sky.

Sam took a deep breath.

“Enough.”

He didn’t shout to stop everything; he simply bowed his head slightly and spoke these words, soft yet unmistakably clear.

Two pairs of eyes turned towards Sam.

He sighed.

First, he found a tissue, then squatted in front of the disheveled Angel, wiping the semen from her face, which had trickled down to her chin, neck, and hair. Throughout this process, he kept his eyes on Angel’s.

“You oppose each other, you don’t get along, you fight… it seems you all have your reasons. Yes, very legitimate reasons.”

…

Neither girl spoke; they both sensed Sam’s unusually intense emotions and state at that moment.

They seemed curious about what Sam was going to say next, what he was thinking?

The expression on Sam’s face, even appearing somewhat cold, contrasted sharply with his gentle and meticulous actions, creating an unreal sense of disconnection, making his handsome face seem almost dreamlike.

“But what am I to you?”

After wiping the semen off Angel’s face, Sam didn’t forget to help Angel adjust her position so she could sit comfortably on the ground instead of kneeling.

But the more gentle he was, the more Angel felt something.

It was a strange feeling.

It was as if this gentle Sam would disappear from her sight the next moment, vanish from her world.

“Sam… what are you trying to say? I don’t understand.”

Sophia looked at him curiously, seemingly truly puzzled.

By then, Sam had already stood up.

He stood where both girls could see his face.

He just stood there, with the autumn light shining behind him, carrying the color of the sunset, a cruel orange.

Sam smiled at the two girls.

“What am I in the midst of you two? Angel, am I still just a tool for you to showcase your own powers? Or am I the most faithful spectator of your fights? Or do you think this is all something I want to see?”

Sam looked at them, his smile seemingly cheerful, yet it conveyed an immense sense of loneliness.

It even made one feel heartache.

It seemed like such a boy should be vibrant and full of life, not gentle and pained as he was now.

Angel furrowed her brows. “What do you mean by all this? Have you forgotten what she did to me?!”

“But would she have done those things if you hadn’t started with your pranks?” Sam countered directly.

Angel was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Sam to ever dare to speak to her like this.

She squinted her eyes at Sam. “Sam, do you even know what you’re saying?”

Sam nodded.

“I know exactly what I’m saying. I’m also very aware that neither of you has considered my feelings. You don’t need to tell me the reasons or the rationale; I know it’s my own choices that have led to this situation. But… I don’t want things like this to happen again. I really dislike it, very much so.”

“What if I insist on it?”

Angel stared straight at Sam. Her demeanor seemed unyielding, not likely to crumble or soften from just a few words.

She might change some things for Sam, but not at the expense of her own dignity.

Sam looked at her, then turned to Sophia.

“Wake Isabella up, then you two leave.”

“Eh? What do you mean by that? Are you saying…”

Sophia started to say something, but Sam cut her off.

“I don’t want to repeat myself, unless you want me to never want to see you and your sister again.”

…

Sophia was stunned.

She hadn’t expected the always gentle, always joking Sam to speak with such an expression and tone.

His voice wasn’t sharp, but his eyes and his expression were colder and harder than ever before.

Sophia fell silent, furrowing her brows before nodding.

“I understand…”

When she woke Isabella up, Isabella seemed clueless, looking around at the scene with confusion.

“Eh? What happened? Wait, how did I fall asleep? Was Angel just…”

She seemed to be trying to recall the recent events.

But Sam just smiled and said, “It’s okay, nothing happened. You just fell asleep while drinking your coffee.”

“Eh? Is that so?”

Isabella rubbed her head, appearing somewhat bewildered.

Sam continued with a smile, “You and Sophie should leave now, I’ll handle things here.”

“What about you, Sam?”

“It’s fine, she’s my girlfriend after all. It’s normal for me to stay a bit longer, right?”

“Okay, I understand.”

This time, Isabella didn’t say much more, sensing the odd atmosphere. She and Sophia stood ready to leave, seemingly unaware that it was Sophia, not Sophie.

But before leaving, Sophia took a deep look at Sam, hesitating, but still said, “This time it was my decision, it has nothing to do with her… don’t…”

“No need to say more, just go.”

…

Many words seemed unspoken at that moment.

Sophia’s expression showed struggle, something indescribable.

But she had no choice but to leave the room with Isabella, leaving Angel’s territory.

As they finally left the room, leaving only Sam and Angel behind.

With Sophia’s departure, the control gradually weakened until it disappeared, and she quickly regained her ability to act.

Angel coldly looked at Sam, who now appeared calm, even somewhat cold as he faced her.

“Do you think they’re safe just because they left? I won’t let them go, and what’s your reason for staying? Do you think you can say something to change me, or do you really think so-called gentleness can cover everything?”

Sam’s demeanor remained unemotional, his voice steady as he spoke.

“Of course, I know that gentleness is an elusive thing, utterly useless. I also know that you won’t change your nature because of some sweet nothings or so-called grand truths.”

“So what then? Are you planning to take her punishment in her place? Do you really think I would hesitate to harm you?”

Sam turned his head to glance at the slowly setting sun outside the window, the daylight dwindling, darkness seeming to approach faster.

Meanwhile, Angel was gradually regaining the ability to move her body. Before she could fully recover, Sam stood up, picked up the scattered knife from the floor, sheathed it, and placed it in front of Angel.

Then, before Angel could completely regain her mobility, he reached out and took her hand. Now, the distance between them was close, inescapably so.

Facing all of Angel’s fiery anger, Sam did not show fear but instead squeezed her hand and said, “What do you want to do to Sophie? Kill her?”

“Exactly, but I won’t let her die easily. I’ll torture her severely. Are you still going to plead for her?”

Sam shook his head. “No, I know your nature; pleading is useless, I’m aware. So, if you’re planning on that, then I’ll help you.”

“Help me with what?” Angel seemed taken aback by Sam’s response.

Then she saw Sam pick up the knife from the ground and say, “I’ll kill her for you.”

“What?”

“Then I’ll commit suicide in her room. I won’t face a trial, nor will I cause you any trouble.”

Angel paused, seemingly unable to grasp his meaning.

“You want to die with her?”

Sam chuckled lightly.

“You could see it that way, but for me, the thought of anyone suffering or being humiliated because of me is unbearable. Whether it’s you, Sophie, or anyone else. It’s all because of me, I know that, so I can’t forgive myself. I can never be happy, and I don’t want you to become someone whose character becomes more and more extreme, someone who walks an irredeemable path.”

Angel scoffed.

“Do you think I would believe what you’re saying? And I won’t let you die… you wouldn’t bear to die either. You have family, you have a sister, you have so much to live for, how could you possibly…”

“Shh!”

“Thud!”

Angel hadn’t finished her sentence.

Her eyes widened.

She distinctly felt the splash of blood on her face.

So vivid.

Because right in front of her, Sam had calmly picked up the knife from the ground, drawn it, and then stabbed it into his own thigh!

Blood immediately began to spread, saturating his leg.

Angel had never anticipated such a scene.

She looked at Sam in disbelief, her voice lost in shock.

“What are you doing?!”

Sam was sweating, yet he looked at Angel with a smile, even appearing somewhat crazed.

“It’s nothing… I’m just showing you that I can do what I said. Do you believe me now?”

Angel was unusually flustered, staring at Sam, her lips even trembling slightly.

“I just wanted to deal with Sophie, I didn’t need you to do this… I.. you.. don’t…”

Angel’s speech became incoherent, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events.

Yet Sam, his face growing pale, still smiled.

“But I don’t want you to become that kind of girl who can hurt others just because you have power, because you have supernatural abilities given by the heavens. You should be wonderful, extremely wonderful. What will happen to your future if you do this? How can I change you then? How can I make you happy? How can I be happy…”

“But…”

Angel herself didn’t realize that at this moment, she showed a rare vulnerability, appearing utterly bewildered.

Sam, his hand stained with his own blood, reached out to hold hers again.

Looking at her closely, Sam, his lips turning white, tried his best to smile, growing weaker and weaker.

“Out of so many people in this world… I wish for your happiness the most…”

“Thump.”

Sam collapsed to the ground.

Losing all consciousness.