The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Do you want to possess my body?
“Hey! Why are you getting so close to her?”

A blurry memory, ancient yet profound.

“What’s the problem… It’s Mia.”

“I know it’s Mia! But don’t you know about her? Are you asking for trouble?”

A familiar friend was pulled aside.

Avoiding Mia’s gaze, it was a familiar scene.

A girl in a skirt with braided pigtails slightly lowered her eyes; she bowed her head to read a book, not wanting to listen.

Because she probably knew what would be said, every time she hoped for something different, but it would just shatter her own hopes… always the same, nothing special.

Just particularly heartbreaking for her.

“Why should we distance ourselves from Mia? She’s so alone.”

“Mia’s father died shortly after she was born, and her mother recently died in a car accident. She’s like a disaster magnet, so we must stay away from her, or we’ll get tainted by her bad luck!”

“What are you talking about… That’s such a weird thing to say, it doesn’t make sense, what era are we living in? I don’t believe in that stuff.”

“Of course, the disaster magnet thing is just a joke, definitely not true. But there’s one thing that is true, you might not know.”

“What?”

“Her father was Troy… Do you know why her mother had that accident? It was because of revenge from her father’s enemies! What if they target her next? You’re so close to her, what if one day her enemies decide to run her over and you get hit too?”

“OMG, that’s terrifying!”

Young Mia opened her book, which was empty, not a single note for days.

Because most of the class time, she spent daydreaming.

Rather than daydreaming, it was more about digesting some things.

Her misunderstanding of the world, her questioning of fate, and… her sadness over her mother’s departure.

She knew that some things were about to repeat themselves around her.

Those who seemed brave enough to face the unknown, after weighing the pros and cons, ultimately chose to distance themselves from her world.

She had no expectations anymore.

Looking back, Mia felt her school days were never bright.

They were like grayscale photographs.

Those scenes, were just a loop of dull footage with very few moments of happiness or joy.

Or perhaps… almost none at all.

Just as she had stopped expecting much from herself, people around her stopped expecting anything from her too.

Gradually becoming invisible, she seemed to turn into the wallpaper of the classroom.

She became like the dust falling from the chalkboard.

She became… just another inconspicuous part.

She was not important.

Never was.

She had tried hard to be someone important… but what exactly destroyed all that?

Was it the cruel hand of fate?

Was it her mother’s choice to marry that man and move to Kuhang?

Or was it… that she was simply born to a life devoid of happiness?

Mia didn’t know.

All she could do was constantly miss her mother’s face, her gentleness, and the lonely nights she held Mia in her arms.

The more isolated and lonely she became, the more she missed her mother.

The more she couldn’t forget, the more she needed to remember every image of her.

And the result was clear… she couldn’t resist the hatred in her heart, whether it was towards so-called fate or the man whose actions had cost her mother her life.

All she had left was hatred.

Thus began her long journey of living alone.

Studying alone.

Taking exams alone.

Going to and from school alone.

Renting an apartment alone.

Working part-time jobs alone.

Everything was done by herself.

She began to refuse any help, knowing that those superficial acts of kindness were fragile and fleeting.

Because a change in reputation, or some calculation of pros and cons, could suddenly collapse.

Because she felt she wasn’t that important… not important at all.

The first person who made her feel truly present in this world was Charlotte.

It was just a job initially meant for earning some money that led her to meet that girl, who, despite being very beautiful, was even more withdrawn than Mia.

Perhaps it was because of their similar personalities, or maybe it was because of Mia’s inherent kindness.

During that time, she wasn’t tired at all.

On the contrary, Mia was happy, happy to have shared those moments with this girl.

When she earnestly looked at her and said,

“Teacher Mia… you really are a very, very good teacher…”

Seeing her bright, moving eyes, and the earnestness in her gaze trying to convey that what she said was the truth,

Mia finally felt, perhaps, the only remaining kindness in this world.

But as accidents happened again, hope was shattered once more.

Mia fell deeper into a twisted paranoia, never returning to that ‘home’.

She didn’t want to see either Aurora or her stepfather Troy.

She convinced herself that she was a bringer of misfortune, that perhaps the people around her would be happier without her presence.

Mia even convinced herself… that to this world, she might just be an unimportant existence.

Like a redundant program in a computer.

Like a superfluous typo in a book.

She had believed this for a long time.

She could even get by on drinking, wanting no part in unnecessary social interactions, no dreams about the future.

But when did all this start to change?

Was it the day that boy came into the convenience store?

Was it the day Mia increasingly realized that this boy had become a beautiful part of her life?

Or was it…

Just now…

When he said those words: “You are important.”

Mia was kissing Sam’s lips, feeling the kiss in her dream with all her might.

She knew, she was aware.

In a dream, such a thing might mean nothing, and upon waking, both might tacitly choose to ‘forget’ this kiss.

She also knew that this boy had a girlfriend, a girl who was younger, prettier, and even more elegant than her.

So…

Mia thought her actions were just self-deception.

Once it started, it seemed uncontrollable, a fondness that took root and grew wildly under Sam’s words.

All her concerns seemed unimportant at that moment.

Now, she just wanted to fully feel the fervent kiss of this young man.

To let it merge into her body, to reside in her memory.

At least…

At least when she woke up, Mia wanted to remember this feeling.

After all, it was just a dream, so…

She bravely opened her eyes and looked at Sam. He seemed to have his eyes closed too, enjoying it just like Mia.

Then…

Her cheeks flushed a bit more, and she bravely grabbed Sam’s hand, placing it on her breast.

Sam was wondering when to end this self-deceptive kiss, or whether he should tell her that even in a dream, one shouldn’t act so impulsively.

In Sam’s view, Mia’s actions seemed more like a spur of the moment, a grateful response to surviving a crisis, a reckless act without thought of the consequences, which would only lead to regret later.

Sam didn’t want to see the women around him regret because of his actions.

But the next moment, he felt her grab his hand and guide it to an enticing area.

Sam did not make any moves during the kiss.

But unexpectedly, the next moment, Sam felt his hand grasp a full and elastic part.

Undoubtedly, it was a woman’s breast.

It represented the initial nourishment needed for life.

It represented much more… and also represented Mia’s boldness at that moment.

Sam certainly knew what it was.

As an ‘experienced sex expert’, the biggest difference in women’s breasts was usually size and firmness.

And when Sam’s hand naturally touched it, instinctively squeezing it, he immediately felt the perfection of this woman’s figure.

Although not as exaggerated as Alice or Zoe’s breasts, it was fuller and more rounded than Angel’s.

It was just the right size that one hand couldn’t completely grasp.

This seemed like a wonderful shape, especially under the cover of just a bikini, the real touch almost made one immediately forget what kind of dream this was.

A dream?

It was more like Eden.

Imagine, if one had the power to control dreams, ensuring that everything felt real, and leaving the dream without any serious consequences.

The dream could develop as freely as one wished…

Creating anything imaginable.

It’s no exaggeration to say that this would make most people forsake reality, preferring to stay in this dream forever.

It was outrageous.

It was too enjoyable.

But after Sam grasped it and felt the reality, he immediately opened his eyes and tried to let go, looking at the other person.

Their lips parted.

But Mia’s body firmly pressed down on Sam’s, pinning his hand. Sam’s usually proud strength seemed useless under Mia’s strong control in this dream; he could only barely part his lips.

Then he hesitated and looked at her.

“Boss, this isn’t right…”

But Mia pressed down on Sam’s body, her face flushed, bravely meeting his gaze.

In those beautiful eyes, besides bravery, there was a mix of other emotions.

There was a suggestive haziness, complex and intricate glances, and even a faint plea.

“It’s just a dream anyway…”

“Even if it’s a dream, we shouldn’t go this far, boss… Don’t be impulsive.”

Sam still tried to persuade her.

It wasn’t about spoiling the mood or disappointing her.

It was just that Sam genuinely felt that Mia wasn’t clear-headed at the moment, perhaps due to the inherent strangeness of the dream itself, like how it could make emotions spiral out of control. Some things needed to be confirmed before making a rational choice.

And Mia looked at the young man’s face.

She felt the impulse growing stronger, even as Sam advised her, even though she knew that even in a dream, what they were doing wasn’t right.

After all, memories would linger.

They couldn’t be completely erased.

Yet, under such circumstances, it seemed that any small excuse could justify continuing.

So, she lowered her face again, moving closer to Sam.

“But… I’m very lucid, and I want to try making love with you.”

“But…”

“There are no buts. After we leave, we’ll never have this chance again, will we?”

This reasoning seemed to convince her.

People fear missing out, losing, and realizing too late that some things were within easy reach.

So, Mia showed no signs of backing down.

She disentangled her legs and pulled Sam up to sit, then she hugged his body tightly.

Her gaze drifted to the distant azure sea, but her mood was far from clear.

Instead, it was tumultuous like the waves, even surging.

She held Sam tightly and whispered in his ear.

“Just this once… let it satisfy my curiosity of so many years, okay?”

At this point, it seemed there were no more reasons to refuse.

Moreover, she was an extremely charming woman, and Sam was quite the womanizer.

Could there really be no consequences?

Sam wasn’t naive enough to think so, but some things had been foreshadowed.

From the moment the name Charlotte appeared, Sam had anticipated this.

He could escape.

He could choose to avoid more trouble.

He could sidestep risks and refuse some temptations.

But… the reason people are human, the reason life is full of joy, is because of the pursuit of beauty.

Sam truly couldn’t stop now; he could only try to grasp some beauty in this difficult choice.

He heard Mia’s voice, not too loud or too soft, just right, filled with desire.

“Sam, I’m ready. Do you want to possess my body, even if it’s just in a dream?”

Sam spoke softly, “Boss, even though we’re in a dream, are you really sure about this?”

Mia’s eyes were already caught in a whirlpool of desire, her tempting red lips parting. “I know… but… I really want to try making love with you. Be gentle, you’ve already torn my bikini.”

“It’s part of the plan.”

“What kind of plan… I wasn’t wearing much to begin with! Do we really have to tear this bikini to continue?”

“It’s okay, it’s just a dream.”

“Alright… I think I’m ready, Sam. What do you plan to do next?”

Indeed…

It was just a dream.

Thus, Mia, with the mindset that there might never be another time, as if the world were ending tomorrow, completely indulged her emotions and desires at that moment.

She lay naked on the deck of the yacht, presenting her most beautiful self to Sam.

As if, upon waking from the dream, the whole world would cease to exist.

The decision she made at that moment wasn’t about giving up a beautiful dream.

It was as if she had taken control of a part of her life that never really belonged to her.