The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 369

Chapter 369: I want to drain your cum dry
Isabella’s suggestion, Sam had to admit, was indeed intriguing.

He was curious about what Sophie and Angel would give each other as gifts.

From his experience, Sam realized that Isabella’s strength wasn’t in coming up with entertaining activities. Her activities were always tailored to the personalities involved.

Take Sophie and Angel, for example. Despite their vastly different social statuses, like night and day, Isabella always managed to devise proposals that neither could resist.

The two girls, always at odds, now locked eyes again, and Sam could almost see the outcome.

Angel was the first to turn her head, looking at Isabella, who was watching them.

“Senior, do you really think we’ll fall for your tricks every time?”

It seemed like there was a twist this time. Had she finally wised up?

Isabella, however, remained unflustered, smiling as she replied.

“Why would it be a trick? This is just a reasonable club activity. Since you’re both club members, participating in club activities is only natural, right?”

Angel sneered.

“I think you’re using your mind-reading ability to spy on our true thoughts. Honestly, I don’t find this activity interesting. I’m tired of this endless back-and-forth with Sophie. This time, you might not get your way.”

Isabella shook her head with a smile.

“Angel, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t mean it that way. The reason I proposed this activity isn’t to play a prank or watch a show. I just want to accomplish this before I leave this school next spring.”

Hearing this, Sam seemed to remember.

That’s right, next year Isabella would officially leave the school. According to Kuhang High’s rules, she wouldn’t need to attend school during the final month, whether she was preparing for college or choosing another path. This period would determine her future.

But the result was the same: her high school life was coming to an end.

This made Angel frown slightly.

“Don’t make it sound like a dying person’s last wish. If it’s meaningless and boring, I won’t do it. Do you really think Sophie and I can genuinely exchange gifts? I’d have to think twice about accepting anything from her.”

Angel scoffed.

Sophie retorted, “Don’t flatter yourself. I wouldn’t give you a gift.”

Isabella smiled.

“I don’t mind, but I think this might be our club’s last activity. Afterward, I’ll report the results to the club advisor. If we can’t complete this, the club might disband.”

“I don’t know if you care, maybe you don’t have any attachment. Maybe you think it doesn’t matter where or when we gather. But I do care, and I would miss it. So I hope we can do this. But… I won’t force you.”

Isabella’s gaze seemed distant and unfocused.

She wasn’t looking at anyone in particular, more like she was looking at the classroom.

At this familiar yet soon-to-be unfamiliar classroom.

What was she thinking?

Sam couldn’t tell.

She simply said.

“The situation is simple. No need for a vote. If this doesn’t happen by New Year’s, the club activity fails, and the club might disband. This isn’t a threat. You can do as you please. That’s all I have to say. Thank you for coming today. You can leave now.”

Isabella ended the conversation decisively.

No hesitation.

She even picked up her bag first and walked out of the clubroom.

Sam looked at the two girls left behind. They were silent, not saying a word.

Sam didn’t know what to say either.

He knew their feelings were complicated, but they weren’t fragile or foolish. They could understand many things and had their own opinions.

As Isabella said: Ultimately, it’s their choice.

“Let’s go home.”

Angel picked up her bag and handed it to Sam, her expression as cold as if nothing had happened.

But it was too cold, making Sam realize she was affected.

Sam took her bag and glanced at Sophie.

Sophie looked back at him.

This time, Sophie didn’t blush or avoid his gaze. She just looked at Sam deeply.

Unclear in meaning.

Like a story needing to be explored.

—

“Tired?”

In the familiar black car, Elowen was driving as usual.

Angel, as soon as she got in, chose to lie on Sam’s lap, enjoying his massage.

Sam gently rubbed her temples, and the girl closed her eyes in comfort.

“Not really. I’m always like this, aren’t I?” Angel replied.

Sam smiled. “But you usually don’t doubt yourself like this.”

“I’m not doubting myself.”

Angel glanced at Sam with slight annoyance, then closed her eyes again, enjoying his massage.

She looked like a proud cat, always disobedient but needing her owner’s touch.

Sam nodded.

“Alright… you’re right.”

Sam didn’t plan to persuade her or ask about her thoughts.

No need to create trouble for himself.

In the unusually quiet car, Sam only heard her mumble.

“Isabella is so annoying…”

Really?

Sam looked at Angel’s perfect face, then turned to the sunset-lit street.

The orange glow covered countless billboards and withered leaves.

The quiet orange light flowed gently on the ground, with pedestrians either hurrying or peacefully strolling.

Sam thought.

They’re all lovely, just maybe not so compatible.

When they arrived at Angel’s home, Celeste wasn’t there, much to Sam’s relief.

Selena was still the same, full of enthusiasm like a child, talking about her class and how seriously she was taking her studies.

But Angel seemed uninterested, barely saying a word.

“If you want to go back now, let Elowen drive you.”

After dinner.

Angel said this to Sam.

But Sam didn’t think much of it. He smiled and shook his head.

“I’m not going back.”

Angel frowned slightly, then sighed softly.

“Don’t worry, it’s not that I’m not interested in you anymore. I just don’t want to think about anything today. I want to stay quiet.”

Sam smiled.

“I’m not worried about that. I just think it might be better if I stay with you.”

“Why?”

Angel looked at him curiously.

Sam didn’t answer directly. He looked at the setting sun and the darkening world outside.

“Since we just finished dinner, how about a walk nearby?”

Angel hesitated, but since she hadn’t changed clothes yet, she nodded.

“Okay.”

They temporarily left the mansion.

“Cold?”

As soon as they stepped out, a cold wind hit them. Sam felt refreshed, but he was worried about the girl beside him.

Sure enough, Angel frowned at Sam.

“I must be crazy to agree to walk with you in this cold.”

Why did that sound familiar?

It seemed like a certain flat-chested girl had said something similar.

Sam smiled and reached out, grabbing Angel’s hand and putting it in his pocket.

This action felt familiar, but there was a difference.

Sam didn’t pull his hand out. Instead, he kept it in his pocket, wrapping her soft, delicate hand.

Looking at her, Sam smiled gently.

“Is this better?”

Angel snorted.

“A little.”

So Sam held her hand, and they walked side by side.

The nearby streets were clean, with hardly any fallen leaves, and stray cats and dogs were rare.

There weren’t many buildings in this wealthy area, and they were spaced apart, like a large resort with beautiful scenery, pleasing to the eye.

“Do you rarely go for walks?”

Sam asked casually.

Angel’s voice was flat.

“Of course. Why walk for no reason?”

“Walking is good for digestion.”

“Never heard of that.”

Sam chuckled.

“People who don’t digest after eating and just sit or lie down tend to gain weight.”

Angel retorted, “People who walk a lot tend to have thick calves. Why don’t you mention that? Besides, am I fat?”

She couldn’t gain weight.

“You’re not fat. I’m just thinking about your health.”

“You better be.”

Angel snorted.

As they walked, Angel suddenly remembered something.

She stopped.

Sam turned his head, puzzled.

“What’s wrong?”

Angel looked away.

“There’s an artificial lake over there.”

“Do you want to check it out?”

But Angel awkwardly said, “Not really.”

“Well… I want to see it. Can you take me?”

“Tsk… troublesome.”

Sam was used to her awkwardness. Even if she wanted to do something, she wouldn’t admit it. That was Angel’s ‘way.’

And Sam’s job was simple: find a way to let her do what she wanted.

The lake wasn’t far. After a short walk, they saw a clear artificial lake under the streetlights.

There seemed to be koi and other fish, with signs prohibiting swimming.

The streetlights illuminated the lake, the cold wind creating ripples, spreading out in shimmering waves.

“It’s beautiful.”

Sam said, admiring the view.

Angel spoke softly.

“I moved here when I was about eight.”

“Do you come here often?”

“Occasionally, sometimes…”

“Sometimes when?”

Sam pressed, and Angel looked at him with slight annoyance.

As if she would get impatient if he kept asking.

“Tell me. Let me know more about you. Please?”

Sam nudged her with his chin.

Angel grumbled.

“Don’t nudge me, annoying…”

But she didn’t pull her hand away from his.

As if she had no choice, seeing Sam’s expectant eyes, she reluctantly spoke.

“When I’m in a bad mood.”

“You get in bad moods?”

Angel sneered.

“Guess if I’m in a good mood now. Will I kick you into the lake for a winter swim?”

Sam just smiled and looked at her.

“Is it because of Godmother?”

“…Sort of.”

Angel looked away, her gaze unfocused on the lake.

The cold wind didn’t make her voice tremble, but there was a hint of desolation in her calm tone.

“She was even more detestable than I am now. She gave me countless tasks, constantly reminding me of our family’s situation. She didn’t hesitate to show her negative emotions in front of me.”

Sam thought for a moment.

Then he spoke softly.

“You’ve mentioned some things from that time. But a woman who just took over a big family would have a hard time. Of course, you didn’t have it easy either.”

Angel scoffed.

“Sometimes I know I should thank her for making me understand the complexity of human nature and the ugliness of the real world early on. But my heart tells me I should hate her for taking away my carefree days.”

“No wonder you’re so contradictory with Selena.”

Sam chuckled.

Angel frowned and squeezed Sam’s hand in her pocket.

“I’m contradictory?”

Sam nodded.

“Yes, you seem strict with her, but when she’s obviously slacking off, you don’t call her out. Maybe you think she shouldn’t be under the same pressure you were, needing to grow up quickly. She can be innocent and carefree for longer, right?”

Looking into Sam’s eyes, Angel squinted in displeasure.

“Don’t act like you’re so smart. I’m not. I’m just too lazy to care. She’s not my real sister.”

Sam chuckled.

“That’s not true. You’ve already treated her like family. Otherwise, you wouldn’t let her stay with you. I’m not particularly smart, but I’m not dumb.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really annoying when you’re not stupid?”

Angel lifted her foot and stepped on Sam.

Deliberately.

But not hard at all.

Sam thought for a moment.

“Not really. I’ve always been praised for being smart and handsome.”

“Stop grossing me out.”

“Hey? Isn’t that what attracted you to me?”

Angel turned to Sam, amused.

“If it’s for such shallow reasons, you should worry about me getting tired of you and kicking you away.”

Sam shook his head.

“I’m not worried.”

“Why?”

That’s the difference between Angel and ordinary girls. Ordinary girls would ask why.

But she only asked why.

Sam pulled his hand out of his pocket, then turned to face Angel.

This proud and noble girl, often like a hedgehog, looked up at him.

Even now, there was no shyness or nervousness, only pride and defiance.

Until the boy reached out and gently cupped her face.

His warm hands made her cheeks flush slightly.

He lowered his head, pressing his forehead against hers.

Then, with this intimate distance, he smiled and said.

“Because I genuinely believe that having you in my life, even for a moment, makes it perfect and worth it.”

This seemed to be an answer Angel didn’t want.

She still squinted.

“So it doesn’t matter if I abandon you in the future?”

“That would be perfect. I could find other girls to try out!”

“Sam, you’re asking for it… mmph!!”

Just as Angel was about to give him a piece of her mind.

Sam quickly leaned down and gave her the gentlest blow.

Lightly kissing her jelly-like lips.

Tasting the unique flavor of this girl.

Soft.

Sweet.

Even if it were poison, it would be worth it.

The world seemed to fall silent, only the wind creating ripples, gently lapping at the shore.

Just like the waves in her mind.

Until Sam slowly let go, looking into her slightly dazed eyes, his hands still holding her face, he smiled and said.

“What are you thinking, Angel? Haven’t you figured it out yet? Now I’m clinging to you. Do you think it’s that easy to get rid of me? No… it’s impossible.”

Angel didn’t want to smile at this moment.

But she couldn’t help it.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes dreamy, she whispered.

“You’re like malt candy, so sticky.”

“No, I’m the heart beating in your chest.”

“…”

“Sam.”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s go home.”

“Why?”

Sam understood her look but still asked.

He knew she couldn’t hold back her impulses anymore.

And at this moment, Angel wouldn’t be shy. She never felt embarrassed about such impulses in front of this boy.

She would just proceed quickly until satisfied.

She lowered her voice.

It was a bit hoarse, a strange kind of sexy, as if her desire could be heard from her throat.

“I want to drain your cum dry!”