The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 255

Chapter 255: Damn it, this is an AO-rated game
“Isn’t it a bit odd that we’re here celebrating your birthday?”

Sam asked as they stepped out of the car onto an unfamiliar street, bustling with activity. It seemed they were in Kuhang’s thriving commercial district.

The area was dotted with shopping malls and towering skyscrapers, seemingly housing countless corporate offices. Sam wondered which of these buildings concealed the gaming company Isabella had mentioned.

A forest of steel and concrete, with countless signs vying for attention. The sunlight refracted continuously, creating a vast expanse of light pollution that made it impossible to look up directly at the blue sky.

At times like this, Sam found himself missing his hometown, Cedarwood—a quaint place where the wind carried the scent of the woods and standing atop a modest hill could give one a sweeping view of the entire village.

“Why is it strange?” Isabella laughed. “It’s still early. We can finish our business first and then go for dinner. No rush.”

Sam pondered for a moment before responding, “Shouldn’t a birthday ideally involve gathering many friends and family to celebrate? Just having dinner with me, doesn’t that seem a bit lonely?”

He phrased it delicately.

He couldn’t very well say directly: Isabella, don’t you have any friends to celebrate with?

But that seemed unlikely. After all, a beauty like her usually had the advantage of never being short of companionship, provided she wanted it.

It took Isabella about five minutes to find the entrance, suggesting she wasn’t a regular visitor to this kind of place.

“Why would it be lonely? Not every holiday needs to be significant. Though it’s my birthday, it’s really not a big deal—just a reminder that I’m another year older. Besides, if having a lot of people around to make it seem lively is what makes a holiday meaningful, then this world is terrifyingly superficial,” she said.

Sam looked up as they entered the elevator together, watching her casually press the button for the eighteenth floor.

He said, “This world is superficial, isn’t it? It can make a big deal out of the smallest things and there are countless people who make mountains out of molehills. Sometimes, being simple and naive might seem silly, but the happiness it brings is genuine.”

Isabella chuckled. “Who says you can’t have fun with just a few people? I’m pretty sure Sam here can make me very happy.”

The comment sounded a bit odd, and even Sam felt the elevator atmosphere turn slightly ambiguous, as if something was slightly off.

Fortunately, the elevator was quick, and they reached the eighteenth floor in no time.

Stepping out, Sam noticed elements of Anime Culture gradually appearing around them. It all seemed normal enough—cute anime girls and those intensely passionate anime character images…

As Sam and Isabella approached the reception desk, a young female employee stood up and greeted them politely.

“Miss Isabella?” she asked.

“Yes.” Isabella said.

“The boss is waiting in the dubbing studio. You can go straight through.”

It all sounded very official.

Isabella smiled and nodded. “Thank you,” she said, then led Sam briskly towards a certain area.

Approaching the dubbing studio, they could faintly hear voices inside, though Sam couldn’t make out what was being said.

Isabella knocked on the door. “Come in,” a woman’s voice responded.

It was the voice of a professional woman, stern and more serious than Celeste.

When the door opened, Sam saw the inside of the studio.

The dubbing studio was small, equipped with a control panel and a partition with transparent glass, behind which were headphones, microphones, and other dubbing equipment, currently unused.

Two women were inside the room.

One was a young woman in a business suit with short hair. Her features were average, but she had an air of authority that demanded respect.

The other girl had long hair and quickly averted her gaze as they entered, appearing shy and somewhat timid. She seemed unable to make direct eye contact, fitting the image of a stereotypical introverted, socially anxious girl.

“Oh, Isabella’s here, you finally made it,” the woman with short hair stood up and approached them.

Then, turning to Sam with a smile, she extended her hand. “You must be the Sam that Isabella mentioned? Hello, I’m Calliope, the owner of this gaming company.”

Sam politely reached out to shake her hand. “I’m Sam.”

The woman chuckled, “Isabella told me you were a very charming and handsome boy. I was a bit skeptical, but now I see… you really are handsome. Would you be interested in a part-time job as the face of our company?”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not a celebrity, what good would being a spokesperson do?”

“How about becoming an idol before you graduate? With your good looks, just one post online and you’d get millions of likes…”

Calliope seemed to be getting carried away, prompting Isabella to interject, “Maybe we should stick to business? Sam is still in high school.”

“What’s wrong with being in high school? High school students need money too, right?”

“Oh, his girlfriend is very wealthy, worth dozens of times more than your company’s market value.”

“…I apologize for the offense. It seems you’ve already found a shortcut in life at such a young age.”

Sam felt as if there should be three black lines appearing above his head. Can we not bring this up everywhere?

Calliope continued with a smile, “We’re really grateful that Sam is willing to help. It’s been tough finding the right voice actors, and the ones we do like are quite expensive… so we had no choice but to look for suitable alternatives.”

Sam looked at her. “You’re quite frank.”

Calliope beamed, “The most important thing in dealing with people is sincerity.”

Meanwhile, the quiet girl on the side muttered, “That’s why the company is always short on funds…”

“Do you want to say hello to them?” Calliope turned to the girl.

The girl immediately shrank back, like a turtle retreating into its shell, a vivid and expressive image.

Calliope introduced them with a smile. “This is one of our voice actors. She has voiced many female leads for our games. Oh, and she prefers not to be called by her name, so just call her Moonlit.”

Sam smiled and greeted, “Hello, Moonlit.”

Moonlit glanced at Sam, her nervousness causing her to quickly avert her gaze, her cheeks flushing red. “H-hello, Sam…” Her voice was soft but indeed pleasant to hear.

Isabella, seeing the introductions were over, quickly said, “Alright, shall we get started now?”

Calliope shook her head. “Sam, even though you come recommended by Isabella, I’d still like to hear your voice. Just a trial, I hope you don’t mind. Is that okay?”

Sam naturally wouldn’t refuse; he nodded. “No problem.”

“Great, then please go into the booth and just read something—any piece of poetry or a quote, anything really. The key is not to be too affected; just use a formal yet relaxed tone.”

Sam entered the exceptionally quiet innermost room. Calliope signaled for him to put on the headphones and then just speak into the microphone.

Sam was pondering what to say to showcase the qualities of his voice, but then he thought it unnecessary to overthink it—being natural was best. If he was chosen, he’d help out; if not, it was no harm done. He had done his best.

After some thought, a poem came to mind. He gently closed his eyes, and instead of the poem, various images flooded his mind.

Without needing much preparation, Sam began in a calm and slightly deep voice, “She walks in beauty, like the night / Of cloudless climes and starry skies;”

As soon as he spoke, Calliope, who was listening intently with headphones, shifted her gaze to Sam’s face. His demeanor at that moment was uniquely indescribable.

Though his tone was calm, there was a unique emotion to it, like a stream quietly flowing from a valley, delicate yet penetrating to the core.

“When I survey the bright celestial sphere, / So rich with jewels hung, that night / Doth like an Ethiop bride appear,”

These lines were from the English poet Byron.

Sam wasn’t well-versed in poetry, but he knew this particular poem because of a social media post by Sophie.

After finishing the reading, Sam quickly stepped out and noticed the three women staring intently at him, which made him somewhat uneasy.

“What’s wrong? Was it not suitable?” he asked.

Calliope immediately stood up and grasped Sam’s hands tightly. “No, it’s perfect, more than perfect! You’re so handsome, and your voice has such a unique texture! We’ve struck gold here; let’s get started right away!”

This kind of praise made Sam a bit embarrassed… His system hadn’t specifically enhanced this aspect of him; perhaps it was just his natural charm?

Sam smiled and then took the script that Calliope handed him and Moonlit. He assumed it was probably for some youthful romance game or perhaps a character voice for an action-packed battle, given his heroic image.

“Alright, take some time to go over it. Get familiar, and then we can begin.”

“Got it, I’ll take a look.”

Sam started reading the script.

Hmm.

The beginning was normal.

It seemed to be about the everyday life of a high school boy, filled with youthful laughter and somewhat repetitive, familiar dialogues.

But then…

Wait.

Where did this Heiress character come from?

And why was he supposed to say: “No, I can’t, ah, I really can’t take it anymore,” along with exclamations like “ah, ah, ah, yes, yes, yes, oh, oh, oh”?

Sam paused, flipping a few more pages.

Well, damn!

The handsome boy, living a peaceful everyday life.

Then one day, he meets a unique, beautiful female lead at school.

They connect, which is normal, even a classic trope in youthful romances.

The male lead wins the beautiful girl’s heart with his gentleness and sunny disposition…

But why is there adult content?

And why is it so explicit?

“Damn it, this is an AO-rated game!” Sam exclaimed, looking up sharply at the two women. “Is this supposed to be a serious game?”

Calliope blinked and glanced at Isabella, whose expression had turned somewhat awkward. “What… Isabella, didn’t you tell Sam… that we’ve always been making AO games?”

Isabella blinked. “Ah, yes, it might look like an AO game, but it’s not just about erotica. Look further, there’s depth to it!”

Sam, puzzled, flipped through a few more pages. The style of the game seemed to shift abruptly, whether due to different narrative choices or the design itself.

The character Sam was voicing not only interacted with several other girls at the school—a beautiful and gentle classmate, a strict but sexy teacher, and even the gorgeous neighbor who always looked after him.

And then…

The billionaire heiress shot the male lead with a pistol!

Following that, the heiress chose to commit suicide, and both bodies lay in a pool of blood.

What? There was also a gentle and beautiful girl who personally poisoned the male lead, leading to his death from the toxin?

Even the seemingly intellectual and rational sexy teacher ended up tying him up in a room and then committing suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning!

Sam’s head was spinning.

He suddenly felt that he wasn’t just looking at the script for the game; this damn thing seemed more like a script for his own life!