The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 253

Chapter 253: After school today, could you keep me company?
Some waves never meet the shoreline in their lifetime. Naturally, some people never experience the pinnacle of a true sexual climax.

This applies not just to men, but perhaps even more so to women, like Zoe at this moment, completely spent and powerless.

Zoe could hardly imagine that such a thing existed in the world, something that seemed endlessly enticing, irresistibly continuous. Was it the magic of this boy, or was the act itself so magical that it was impossible to refuse, undesirable to refuse, and something she wanted to immerse in constantly, a unique and supreme experience?

It felt more thrilling than a roller coaster ride. It engulfed you, making it impossible to consider the trivialities of life—like work at the office, annoying colleagues, office politics, or the lonely, unanswered questions of a long life journey.

All could dissipate. All could become irrelevant in such moments.

Zoe didn’t know how many orgasms she had reached; each was more intense and hysterical than the last.

This small room seemed to hold all the joy in the world. In Sam’s arms, Zoe felt she could even die right there and then.

It might sound exaggerated, perhaps a bit overstated, but it’s undeniable that in certain moments, she truly could lose herself completely.

Feeling Sam’s robust body, his vigorous movements, and even the occasional tender delicacy that leaked through his storm-like actions.

He understood too well, was too skilled.

Sam knew exactly how to handle a woman’s emotions during lovemaking, making her willingly accommodate any of his desires and methods, as if anything was possible.

In such moments, with just the two of them, it seemed only recklessness and abandon remained. Social conventions, rules, moral boundaries—all vanished into nothingness.

Perhaps, it is only in such times that men and women can truly feel that the world is free.

As for Sam’s feelings… it was also an extreme pleasure.

Even if he was drenched in sweat during the act. Even if the entire process felt like running a 10,000-meter marathon. But it seemed impossible to stop, there was no moment of ending.

He couldn’t count how many positions they had switched, nor how many places they had moved to.

The whole room seemed to have no corner they hadn’t touched. Whether it was on a chair, on the dining table, or in front of the room’s only mirror. It seemed all could bear the marks of their lovemaking.

To be fair, Sam didn’t consider himself particularly lascivious. Most of the time, he was quite restrained, polite, and had a moral baseline.

But sometimes, whether influenced by what’s called ‘Sexual Desire’ or perhaps the extreme temptation brought by these female leads, he found himself lost in the moment.

Zoe’s naked body lay in Sam’s quilt, the coolness of autumn seemingly turning into the warmth of spring.

“Are you happy?” Zoe asked tenderly, holding Sam’s arm.

“How should I put it… I should say I enjoyed it a lot.” It was time for the truth.

Zoe smiled gently, shrinking slightly to nestle in a more comfortable position against Sam, breathing deeply against his shoulder. “It’s rare for you to be so honest.”

Sam lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, letting his heart settle, quietly enjoying the peace of the moment.

“Well, I’ve always been an honest person. I even told you about my idea of establishing a harem, worried that you might leave me because I’m a womanizer.”

Zoe said softly.

“Don’t you know women have a strange sentimentality… If it’s a charming person, even a womanizer seems acceptable. Not because they like the feeling per se, but because they believe maybe they could be the one to change him, to make him turn around and become a good man devoted only to her.”

This wasn’t the first time Sam had heard such a theory. But in today’s era, such theories seemed not ‘correct’.

Of course, there were extremists like Angel, who, if they couldn’t have what they wanted, would destroy it.

It was either yesterday or the day before when Sam had seen a news story online.

At a bustling subway station entrance, a petite woman appeared. She had suffered from her boyfriend’s infidelities with other women, and not just one.

So, this woman chose to shoot the man dead in front of everyone at the subway station.

Even after killing him, she didn’t panic or leave; instead, she held him quietly and waited for him to die.

Of course, this wasn’t the game ending Sam wanted, but the scene was like an alarm bell for him, almost like seeing his future.

“But Zoe, you should know my thoughts aren’t easily changed. The scenario you’re talking about… it’s unlikely to happen.”

Despite possibly ruining the mood, Sam felt the need to reassert his philosophy. Precautions were necessary. If one wasn’t enough, then several more would be required.

Zoe slightly opened her eyes, looking at Sam’s profile. The room was dark, devoid of light, but it didn’t prevent her from seeing Sam’s face clearly.

“Why couldn’t it happen? Sam… don’t hold too much hope for things you’re not sure about, and you should know, I can indeed be wholeheartedly good to you, but that doesn’t mean I’m a woman so kind as to be foolish.”

Sam was well aware. This woman was far from foolish, nor was she simple.

She only presented her more perfect side to Sam, but the occasional glimpses of darkness and danger seemed like an invisible sword hanging over Sam’s head, constantly reminding him that the path he was on was not paved with flowers. It was likely full of thorns, and even dangers.

Sam turned his head to meet the eyes of the woman, which, while appearing gentle, also seemed as deep as an abyss. “I’m not a particularly kind person, I’m quite despicable, as you know.”

Zoe laughed, then reached out with both arms to wrap around Sam’s waist. She hugged him tightly, almost merging her perfect figure into his body, as if trying to forcibly blend two different worlds together.

Zoe nearly buried her face in Sam’s chest. With her eyes closed, she breathed deeply, greedily, and obsessively. “It’s okay to be a bit despicable, it’s okay to be a bit bad. I like all these things… of course, I’d like it even more if you belonged only to me. As long as Sam can be good for me, anything is fine.”

Feeling Zoe’s tenderness and her soft chest, Sam asked softly, “What if I’m not as good as you think?”

Zoe smiled and kissed Sam’s chest. “There will be a way… there will be a way to make Sam belong only to me. For things you’re unsure about, Sam, you can wait a bit… maybe I’ll help you make the choice.”

“…I’m a bit tired, let’s sleep.”

Sam dared not let this woman make decisions for him. What kind of choice would that be? Just the thought was frightening.

Forget it, there’s nothing good to continue talking about, and indeed, he was quite tired.

Zoe smiled slightly, not minding Sam’s abrupt change of topic.

“Okay, good night.”

“Good night.”

The long night sank at this moment, like relics plummeting to the seabed.

The moon hung high, lonely, guarding the long night until the arrival of sunlight, which gradually faded into the endless sky.

“Hey, Sam? Haven’t woken up yet, are you exhausted?”

“…Hmm? Isabella?”

Sam was awakened by the phone call. This call roused Sam from a dreamless sleep.

He looked at his phone in confusion. Why would someone call him in the early morning?

And why was it Isabella? What happened yesterday…

Ah, where is the person who was beside him?

Zoe was gone. It was as if she had never been there. Could she have rushed off to work?

Was Sam’s alertness really that low?

He quickly guessed that Zoe must have used her superpowers… but since when had this woman become so self-aware?

Sam rubbed his hair, listening to the voice coming from the phone. “Looks like you really haven’t woken up yet, took you this long to recognize my voice?”

Sam yawned lazily. “Who wakes people up with a call this early… Isn’t it natural to be sleepy? Boys and girls our age need plenty of sleep; I’m still growing.”

“Sam, you don’t need to get any taller, any taller and you won’t be cute anymore.”

Sam laughed. “Don’t girls like taller guys?”

“Oh? Does Sam hope his senior likes him?”

Hmm?

Sam immediately snapped awake, quickly saying, “I didn’t mean that, just stating a common perception.”

“Is that so? But I can tell you, I like boys who are a bit cuter, the kind you can hold in your palm or put in your pocket.”

“Are you planning to find a figurine to be your boyfriend in the future?”

“Figurines are a kind of toy, right? Is there one made in Sam’s image?”

“Um, did you call this early for a reason?” Sam quickly changed the subject.

“Not really, just wanted to ask how your chat with Sophie went yesterday, after all, I do care about the relationships between our club members.”

Sam replied irritably, “Still bringing that up, huh? You really have some tricks up your sleeve, using such tactics.”

“Hey, why are you like this, Sam? I was just trying to help you solve a problem, and now you’re blaming me? No good deed goes unpunished, boo hoo hoo, I’m so sad.”

Listening to her poorly feigned crying, Sam could almost picture her laughing while ‘boo hoo hoo’ing.

“Alright, alright, cut the act… I’m not blaming you, just that some things don’t need to catch people off guard… I can handle it, don’t worry too much.”

“Sam, bragging isn’t a good habit, you know. Not everything can be solved with willpower alone, sometimes a little help isn’t a bad thing.”

“…Fine.”

“So, how did it go?”

“Nothing much… Nothing happened, it’s the same as before, no changes.”

Of course, there must have been changes, whether in Sophie’s attitude towards Sam or in their way of interacting, subtle shifts must have occurred.

But such changes require time to accumulate, to be felt gradually, not immediately visible. It’s like this seemingly invisible time, inadvertently making you look back, only to find that everything has completely changed.

“Is that so? I thought you looked so tired because you wore yourself out in bed last night. Is Sophie really not there with you now?”

“What are you thinking… Don’t say weird stuff. Anything else? I need to get up and go to the bathroom.”

Sam was already standing up. He walked over to the dining table and took a sip of water. Surprisingly, he noticed that the table and dishes… seemed to have been cleaned as well.

“Um… nothing else, right?”

“Then I’m hanging up.”

“Wait a sec!”

“What now?”

“I say it’s nothing… but actually, there is something…”

“Oh, if you have something to say, just spit it out, don’t beat around the bush. What is it?” Sam asked with a smile.

It seems like girls always do this, hesitating to speak. Was it shyness? Or just feigning coyness?

“After school today… could you keep me company?”

“What?!”

What was this situation?