The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Not in the living room, let’s go to the bedroom
Alice had mentally prepared herself for the possibility of having sex with Sam.

However, she had imagined it happening in a hotel or even at Sam’s place, but her own home felt a bit strange.

Alice wasn’t sure what Sam was thinking. Her emotions were already in turmoil today, but was it bad? Not at all. She felt that today was one of the most memorable days since she came to Kuhang.

Nothing major had happened, no significant emotional upheavals.

She had simply had dinner with this boy, drank coffee, watched a movie, and won two plush toys… yet it felt like she had found a genuine memory of happiness in this vast, bustling city.

It was like planting a seed of everlasting joy deep in her heart.

If the future could be like this, she might even laugh in her dreams.

But now… she needed to open her door with a racing heart and inexplicable nervousness.

“Come in…”

She said softly.

Sam had been to Alice’s place once before, with Aurora, to take care of a drunk Alice. He hadn’t expected to discover her upgraded superpowers that night.

This time, Sam wasn’t afraid.

He felt they had found a better way to get along.

He figured Alice would also think that if she still needed to use her powers at this point, it would mean she didn’t trust her own charm.

Seeing Alice’s obvious unease, Sam smiled and said, “Ms. Alice, it’s not my first time here. Why do you seem more nervous than the first time?”

Why was Alice nervous? Because this boy wasn’t playing by the rules today!

When Sam stopped pretending to be weak and passive, the dynamics completely shifted, making Alice the one who was passive.

This made it hard for Alice to control the situation as she usually did. Now, she was the prey.

It felt… strange.

But she still wanted to hold on a bit longer.

“I’m not nervous… there are slippers in the shoe cabinet.”

Sam opened the shoe cabinet and found a brand-new pair of men’s slippers.

Feigning ignorance, he asked, “So, besides me, do other men come here?”

Alice, annoyed, replied, “Can’t you see they’re new?”

Sam held up the slippers, looking at her.

“Just because they’re new doesn’t mean they’re for me. What if they’re not?”

“You…” Alice was flustered, wanting to explain. Almost instinctively, she didn’t want him to think she was that kind of woman. But she quickly saw Sam’s playful expression.

He wasn’t serious; he was teasing her.

He wanted her to explain eagerly, further losing her control, proving she cared about his opinion.

So she stopped being flustered. Trying to regain control, she stepped forward, smiling seductively, and provocatively looked at Sam.

“Maybe there is another man. So what? Are you scared? Starting to care about my business?”

Sam leaned against the shoe cabinet, looking down at her.

He wasn’t angry, just amused.

“Ms. Alice, do you want me to be scared?”

Sam asked with a smile.

Alice tried to maintain her patience, continuing the tug-of-war.

“Not really. But if you want to control everything about me… you should belong entirely to me. You shouldn’t have any relationships with other girls.”

Sam smiled and stepped forward.

He was almost pressing against her chest.

The close distance felt highly invasive, and Alice almost stepped back.

But she stood her ground, boldly meeting Sam’s dangerous, intimate gaze.

Sam’s smile remained charming.

But it had a playful, unfamiliar edge.

“Really? Are you negotiating with me?”

“Can’t I negotiate with you? You said this is a game, so it’s mutual, right?”

Alice could barely control the redness spreading across her face, her body heating up.

It was entirely because of the boy’s proximity, his familiar scent, like diffusing hormones. Once close, the familiar feeling was irresistible, a drug with fatal attraction.

She tried to keep her expression and voice steady, not letting him see her vulnerability.

She was about to lose control and lean into him.

She was holding back, but Sam wasn’t. He didn’t need to.

He immediately saw through her pretense.

Alice was too easy to read now.

Why did it seem like the older she got, the worse she was at hiding her feelings? She was on par with Angel, of course… Celeste was an exception; she was too complex.

So, with certainty, Sam didn’t need to hold back or pretend.

He reached out, wrapping his arm around Alice’s slender waist, his other hand climbing up her elegant neck.

He could see her skin flush where he touched, at the base of her neck, connecting to her delicate collarbone.

He watched her eyes start to avoid his gaze.

“Ms. Alice, when did I say this was a mutual game? And I don’t want to negotiate with you.”

“Bad boy, let go…!”

Alice tried to struggle, but once he touched her, she seemed to instinctively go soft. Even if she forced herself to stay calm, she couldn’t match his strength.

He turned her around, pressing her against the wall, cupping her face, almost gripping her neck as he kissed her.

The forceful, undeniable pressure.

It even made Alice feel a slight choking sensation.

This should have been infuriating, anger-inducing rough treatment.

But as the passionate kiss filled with youthful vigor came, she lost all resistance.

She couldn’t think about anything else.

Angry about what?

Mad about what?

She didn’t know… she only knew she couldn’t resist, only knew he easily pried open her teeth.

The intense kiss, accompanied by audible sounds, left her mind blank, unable to think of anything else.

Even as Sam adjusted his kissing position, tilting his head left and right.

She could only endure, tilting her head, even matching his movements.

It was all too intense, too sudden.

Maybe today’s ‘assertive’ boy caught her off guard, giving her a new experience. The unexpected passivity brought her a pleasure she couldn’t enjoy when she was in control.

Her brain’s nerves seemed to be dancing, and Alice’s body began to heat up rapidly. Even between their intertwined lips and teeth, she couldn’t help but moan.

Moreover, this bad boy’s hands weren’t idle. Initially, they held her waist, but soon, like a wildfire, they roamed between her waist and hips.

Alice’s senses seemed to be under his control. Despite the bright lights, the atmosphere felt ambiguously hazy.

She couldn’t see clearly… she didn’t want to see clearly.

It was as if she had no thoughts, or maybe she had… given up thinking.

Sam’s hot hands roamed near her enticing hip line.

He seemed to have complete control over her soft body, feeling it grow softer in his embrace.

He wasn’t content with the status quo.

Holding her waist, he led her steps, like starting a passionate waltz in her solitary home.

Their steps moved from the entrance to the living room, without any sign of stopping.

Even when Sam lifted her onto the dining table in the living room, ending the kiss.

Her eyes were still dazed and unfocused.

Seeing her slightly panting, Sam smiled.

“Isn’t this more honest, Ms. Alice?”

Alice regained some clarity, looking at him with a mix of shame and anger. But now, her face was too radiant. Why do men love cold women? Not because they like the coldness, but because after seeing the thaw, you understand how stimulating the contrast can be.

It’s unparalleled.

“Bad boy… you forced me. I didn’t say I wanted this…”

“Really?”

Sam smiled, seeing through her facade.

He leaned down again, but this time not to her lips, but her beautiful chin, sliding down.

Like a smooth slide, one could only follow the gravity.

He kissed her fair, tender neck, while his hand slipped her coat off her shoulders, then her bra.

He licked and sucked Alice’s nipples. His actions were measured, knowing when to be gentle and when to be intense.

Alice, who had just regained some clarity, quickly fell into Sam’s unprecedented skills. She felt like a pile of gunpowder, and his moist lips were the spark.

Sam’s tongue constantly teased Alice’s breasts, making her sexual desire like a powder keg, ready to explode.

Especially when Sam’s tongue brushed her nipples, the unique sensation made Alice tense her legs, her toes curling.

But Sam wasn’t done playing.

He didn’t let Alice lie down, constantly pressing her into his embrace.

The urgency to merge into one made Alice feel like she was going crazy.

She could tell Sam was different now, like a beast shedding its civilized mask. Without the civility, he was just a beast.

But she couldn’t control this feeling. She even thought she was strange.

Otherwise, why would she enjoy this treatment, cooperating with his actions like a wanton woman?

Alice’s legs, wrapped in black stockings, were slightly lifted by Sam. He lowered his head, using his tongue to trace from her calf upwards. He was getting closer to her panties.

With her eyes half-closed, Alice, her gaze completely dazed, could only bite her lip, squeezing out two words.

“Pervert, freak…”

Sam, holding her calf, looked up at her with a smile.

“Because you’re my Ms. Alice, I’m willing to do this.”

She panted slightly, knowing she couldn’t hold on any longer.

Like a chemical reaction reaching a certain point, it was irreversible.

She could only cling to a last bit of hope.

“Not in the living room, let’s go to the bedroom…”

She thought it was a reasonable request, and she was almost at her limit. Her panties were already soaked with her lewd juices.

But at this point, why would Sam obediently listen?

When a game reaches its most thrilling point, would you stop?

Even if the world outside was ending.

“Rip!”

Sam used his strength to tear the seemingly sturdy stockings.

Alice’s thighs were suddenly exposed.

It was as if a deadly fragrance filled the air.

Sam tugged at his shirt collar.

“Help me unbutton.”

Alice was embarrassed, but she couldn’t be angry. She was in such a weak position, almost pleading.

“Let’s go to the bedroom… please me…!”

But Sam just grabbed her breasts, speaking in a suppressed, hoarse voice.

“Unbutton me.”

Alice trembled… and reached out…