The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 256

Chapter 256: She really tell what Sam was thinking?
Sam felt an indescribable sense of suffocation.

Looking at the script, his mind was filled with absurdity.

Why would anyone make a game like this?

The plot of the game… was full of implications.

For instance: “You, a greedy and irresponsible womanizer, deserve such an end. After all, you’ve ruined my life, so I must destroy yours.”

Or: “Because I love you, this is the only way I can truly possess you, right? Don’t worry, now you can be with me forever, forever and ever…”

Incredible.

Unbelievable.

Is this just a regular game company? Or is there some hidden mastermind behind this world, using this to remind Sam of the potential endings he might face, keeping him living in tension?

“Is this what you call depth? Aren’t these tropes a bit too retro? And…”

And it doesn’t look like it’s been crafted with care at all, it’s just… plagiarizing Sam’s life!

Isabella looked at Sam seriously.

“Of course not. It may seem retro, but it’s actually meant to awaken everyone’s conscience in this fast-paced, insincere era. To tell everyone that true love is invincible, and not to betray someone’s sincere heart in pursuit of fleeting pleasures. When this background music plays, true love will truly begin!”

“That’s just nonsense!”

Sam shook his head and put down the script.

“I thought this was a serious game… You didn’t tell me it included erotic content, and the plot is so… bizarre. I’m having a hard time accepting it, I might not be able to help with this.”

Sam was already feeling the urge to refuse.

Whether it’s an AO-rated game was secondary; what troubled Sam the most was the plot’s strong sense of déjà vu, an immersive experience that felt like an execution of his own self.

Isabella quickly grabbed Sam’s hand, looking at him earnestly. “You already agreed to help, how can you back out now?”

“But you didn’t say beforehand…”

“It’s just a game. If you don’t want your name to be exposed, we won’t include it in the credits of the production team.”

“It’s not about the name, it’s that I really can’t get past this myself…”

“But… you promised me.”

“You also hid some of the truth, didn’t you? Asking me to do this kind of voice acting is too embarrassing, I…”

Just as the two seemed to be at an impasse, still tugging at each other, Calliope slammed her hand on the table.

“Alright, here’s what we’ll do. After the game is released next month, depending on how things go, I’ll give Sam a share of the profits.”

“You should have said that earlier!”

Sam immediately sat back down.

Isabella was stunned, then looked at Sam in shock. “So it’s about the money?”

Sam just smiled.

Actually, it really wasn’t about the money. Seeing Isabella’s strong insistence, he found it hard to refuse, especially since today was her birthday. What Calliope said was just a way for both sides to save face.

As for the so-called share of the profits… that was completely an unexpected bonus.

“Alright then, let’s get ready and start right away. Let’s try to do as much as we can today. Finishing it in the next three or four days shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Sam shrugged. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”

The script seemed voluminous, but in reality, dialogues like these didn’t need to be fully performed in the game’s timing; they just needed to be recorded and then properly arranged with soundtracks and sections.

As long as he was in the right state of mind, none of these were issues.

“Alright, go ahead then.”

Calliope looked towards Moonlit, who still nodded shyly and nervously.

Seeing Moonlit’s state, Sam began to wonder… could she really pull off the voice acting for the various distinct female leads?

Outside, Calliope was setting up the equipment and adjusting the sound, then looked inside at the two with an inquiring gaze.

Sam nodded.

He then turned to the girl beside him who seemed very nervous, constantly looking down and taking deep breaths.

“Moonlit, are you okay?”

Moonlit nodded, then cautiously raised her hand, making an ‘OK’ gesture.

Then, both of them looked at the script in their hands and, holding their headphones, prepared to speak into the microphone.

The script had already arranged the order of the dialogue.

So they could start right away, with the section where the two characters meet for the first time.

Sam cleared his throat and began to speak.

“Ella, what are you doing here?”

Sam delivered the line smoothly, then looked towards Moonlit.

Moonlit’s cheeks were still flushed, and she looked nervously at the script. Sam was somewhat worried about how she would sound.

But unexpectedly, the next moment.

Moonlit put down the script, her movement like a swordsman laying down their sword.

Her demeanor mysteriously changed.

She lifted her head and looked directly at Sam. Her face was still the same ordinary one, but her eyes had changed.

They became somewhat familiar, somewhat haughty. Those eyes seemed like a deep abyss that was unfathomable.

Wait… wasn’t this the look that Angel often had?

What was going on?

An illusion?

Then Moonlit spoke.

“Who are you, and why are you here?”

Her tone was icy cold, carrying a threatening aura, as if if you didn’t speak up next, she might just kill you on the spot.

The only woman who could exert such pressure on Sam… was still Angel.

What was happening?

This wasn’t Angel… but aside from a slightly different voice, this demeanor, this tone, even these eyes, were just like an incarnation of Angel!

Sam quickly regained his composure, reminding himself that this was probably just the professionalism of a voice actor.

Then he continued the dialogue.

As he did, the sense of déjà vu grew stronger, and he realized he didn’t even need to act much; he just had to fully immerse himself.

Because this damn psychological activity, these words on his lips, this spoken dialogue.

It was too damn similar to his conversations with Angel!

Even Sam felt he could forego the script and automatically come up with the subsequent lines.

It was absurd.

Fortunately, the voice acting went smoothly, with few interruptions.

But soon, they were approaching a part that made Sam somewhat uncomfortable.

It was the scene where the male lead and female lead make love for the first time.

Sam’s face heated up as he read the lines he was supposed to deliver from the script, but looking at Moonlit beside him, she seemed unfazed, maintaining her earlier demeanor.

This was just voice acting.

This was just a game.

Everything was a coincidence.

Sam convinced himself of this, then squinted slightly, trying to calm his mind, and then began…

“What’s this for? Ella, why are you grabbing my dick?”

Moonlit looked at him, her eyes conveying a playful smirk, much like the look Angel would have when teasing him.

“What’s wrong with my hand? You seem very tense… Could it be, just being touched by a girl like me excites you?”

“Uh… Ella, this isn’t right. It’s not about being excited or not, I’m just nervous…”

“Why are you nervous? Hehe, why are your eyes drifting to my chest?”

“No, I’m not looking at your chest…”

“Hehe. Want to touch?”

“Huh?”

“Sure, if it’s you, it’s okay. Come on, give it a try. Mmm… does it feel good?”

“Ye-yes, it feels good.”

“Very honest of you, let’s try even more then…”

“Eh? But but, ah… why are you taking off my underwear?”

“Don’t be nervous… it’s both our first time making love, this should be a unique experience, right? Always remember this day… always remember, from this moment on you belong only to me…”

“Ah ah ah ah…”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

“Mmm mmm mmm…”

Isabella’s cheeks were flushed.

But she was about to burst out laughing.

It took a lot of effort to suppress her wildly curling lips.

Especially seeing Sam through the glass window, his cheeks red, yet striving to perform the voice acting.

She couldn’t resist pulling out her phone to capture Sam’s rare shy demeanor.

It was really rare to see Sam this embarrassed, this shy.

While speaking, his body was unconsciously writhing, almost like a maggot.

It was too funny, Isabella was nearly dying of laughter.

The two or three hours passed quickly, with breaks for water and continuing voice acting, until finally, both were out of energy, and the day’s session ended.

When Sam came out, he looked almost drained.

“Sam did great, to perform like this on your first try is really impressive,” Moonlit praised Sam.

Sam, looking at the girl speaking now, finally relaxed, unsure if her earlier performance was somehow Angel taking over? He didn’t know, but now, at least, they were back to reality.

“It was okay… You’re the one who surprised me, appearing so shy, yet so professional during the voice acting.”

Moonlit gave a shy smile.

“That’s just how I am… I usually can’t look people in the eye, and I hardly ever go out. But voice acting is the one thing I love, so I take it seriously, I hope I didn’t scare Sam…”

“Not at all, it was really great.”

Calliope looked on with satisfaction at the two of them.

“Today went really well, we’ll need to continue collaborating over the next few days. That’s all for today, you can all go now, thank you everyone.”

Isabella smiled and waved her hand. “Don’t slack off on the post-production either.”

Calliope nodded with a smile.

“Don’t worry, after all, you’re also a shareholder, how could I let you lose money? Bye, see you tomorrow.”

“Bye~”

Isabella left the game company with Sam.

Sam looked at Isabella curiously.

“Why did they say you’re a shareholder, do you have shares in it?”

Isabella shook her head.

“No, I just helped invest in their game this time. So I get a share of the profits.”

“You’re that wealthy?”

Sam was somewhat surprised.

Had he underestimated her? A hidden rich lady?

Isabella smiled, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons, looking very attractive under the gradually darkening sky.

“Of course, I do have a decent following and influence on social media, and I make some money from ads, cosplaying for certain mobile games, and doing promotional photoshoots~”

Photoshoots?

Sam couldn’t help but think of erotic photography, which, unlike traditional pornographic films, also has its own unique allure.

But surely, Isabella wasn’t the type to do erotic photography.

Sam hadn’t finished his thought when—

“Smack!”

A slap landed on the back of his head.

Sam looked bewilderedly at Isabella.

He saw Isabella with flushed cheeks, looking at him with embarrassment and indignation.

“What are you thinking! I would never do that kind of stuff!!”

Ah???

Not…

Was it a hint from Sam’s expression…

Or could she really tell what Sam was thinking?!