The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 57

Do you really dare?
Angel’s foot left Sam’s leg, and with it went the subtle weight that had been resting there. Of course, she also lost a precious touch.

She turned around and sat back down beside the easel, then cast a glance over.

“What are you staring at? Do you want to repeat what happened the other day? Don’t forget, this time it was you who agreed,” Angel said.

Sam sighed, then pushed himself off the floor to stand up.

The truth was, once you cross your own boundaries once, doing it repeatedly doesn’t seem to weigh as heavily on the mind. That’s why those who stray off the path often find themselves sinking deeper.

Sam was well aware that he shouldn’t consider this normal, but at this moment, he really had no choice. This was the path he had chosen.

“What are you planning to draw this time?” Sam asked as he stood up, facing Angel.

Angel thought for a moment, then looked at Sam. “Take off your shirt first. I need to conceptualize a new composition.”

You better be really conceptualizing!

Watching Angel seriously engrossed in her art, Sam wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but instead, he obediently reached out and took off his shirt.

The door of the studio was firmly closed, and without Angel’s permission, no one would dare to enter. So, she felt no burden as she soon saw Sam’s entire upper body.

It seemed different from the last time she had seen it.

The area around his shoulders and collarbone was what Angel found most attractive about Sam, not his abs or chest, but this part. With its smooth lines and a hint of cold, skeletal beauty, he looked like a sculpture filled with aesthetic appeal.

Every inch seemed to exude an air of allure, drawing the eye naturally even from a distance. The air in the studio seemed to heat up instantly.

Angel didn’t rush to the next step. Instead, she showed a somewhat satisfied expression and began to sketch on her canvas, even commanding Sam to strike various poses.

Then she said, “Turn around, I want to draw your back.”

“My back too?”

“Of course. Every part of my work must be perfect, a blend of ideal and reality.”

Her logic sounded convincing, almost as if it were genuine. Sam didn’t retort, but instead, obediently turned around.

Angel didn’t even realize her breathing had become heavier, captivated by the sight of Sam’s even more beautiful back.

Although Sam wasn’t particularly muscular, and overall seemed leaner, there was a peculiar sexual tension about him.

What exactly is this ‘sexual tension’?

It’s an indescribable allure that leaves one thirsty and tongue-tied, without any logical explanation, yet irresistibly evokes desire.

The lines of his back were distinct, accentuating his shoulder blades. He was the epitome of a perfect model – a word that aptly described him.

“If only he were mine, solely mine, to play with and passionately savor at will,” Angel thought, feeling a surge of impulse once again. Amidst this impulse, she tried to keep her composure and began to paint, until she spoke again.

“Come here,” she instructed.

Sam furrowed his brows slightly and approached Angel, within an uncomfortably close distance.

“Aren’t you finished drawing?”

But Angel, seemingly losing control, reached out to touch Sam’s body.

However, Sam stepped back, avoiding her touch.

Angel looked at him, a mix of dissatisfaction and confusion in her gaze.

Sam spoke calmly and firmly, “It’s just a drawing. There’s no need to touch me, is there?”

Angel frowned slightly. “Of course, I need to touch. How else can I capture the precise feel? How else can I achieve true expressiveness?”

It sounded legitimate enough – all about expressiveness! Of course, a lecher could come up with any flowery language to justify their motives.

“Don’t joke. I might understand if you were a sculptor, but I’ve never heard of a painter needing to touch specifically…”

“You disagree?” she challenged.

“Absolutely. We had an agreement. If you touch me, I’ll do the same to you, and you wouldn’t want someone of my lowly status to touch your body, would you?”

Sam seemed to be holding his trump card. But instead of backing down, this only fueled Angel’s desire more. The more unattainable something seemed, the stronger her urge to possess it grew. She smirked inwardly.

“So, it’s fine as long as I don’t touch you, right?”

“…You could say that,” Sam replied, not committing entirely, seemingly on guard.

Although Angel couldn’t understand why he maintained such wariness towards a perfect girl like herself, it didn’t matter.

Her goal was to strip away all his pretenses and expose Sam’s true nature, his genuine longing for her body. She was convinced it existed, merely suppressed by him.

“Fine, now take off your panties. I want to draw your penile…” she said.

“Didn’t you already see them last time… Why again?” Sam asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

Angel replied with a cold laugh, “This time is different. What does it have to do with last time? Last time was for a sculpture, this is for a painting. Since when do artists rely solely on memory? The feeling of the moment is what’s most important. Are you planning to be the first to break our agreement?”

Her words seemed to stir a competitive spirit in Sam.

“What a joke… I’m not going to be the first to break it. Take them off? Big deal. Don’t think I’m at a disadvantage.”

With that, Sam swiftly and decisively removed his underwear, revealing his legs and cock to Angel.

Of course, she felt a blush of shyness at the sight of a man’s body, a natural nervousness. But soon, it turned into an almost yandere fervor.

Her cheeks flushed, body temperature rising, Angel’s breathing became rapid as she gazed intently at an increasingly tense Sam.

“What’s this? Sam, is this the limit of your courage?”

“Who says so?” Sam retorted, seemingly getting more provoked, easily hooked.

His cock were thick and long, nothing to be ashamed of.

Sam seemed outwardly nonchalant, but his face betrayed an indescribable shame. This was exactly what Angel wanted to see, and it excited her immensely.

Almost unable to hold back, she reached out to touch Sam’s cock, just like the last time.

But this time…

“Snap.”

Sam precisely grabbed her wrist, and Angel looked at him in surprise.

Sam seemed undaunted by authority, striving to maintain a calm demeanor.

“I’ve taken it off, but I said you can’t touch me, right?” he stated.

Angel stood up, this time appearing unwilling to compromise. She directly faced Sam, closing in on him.

“That seems to be the case, but how am I supposed to paint you in this state? I’m very dissatisfied, so I need to take some measures. It’s necessary. Do you understand?”

Sam could feel her intoxicating scent as she drew near, her searing warmth threatening to envelop him. Danger was palpably in the air.

He saw in her elegance, nobility, and allure, yet also a descent into something darker.

Sam seemed to be resisting to the last, his tone almost gritting with tension. “You wouldn’t want me to treat you the same way. Bear the consequences yourself.”

But Angel merely scoffed. “Do you really dare?”

Sam took a deep breath. “I mean what I say.”

“Fine.”

With that, Angel leaned towards Sam, her body pressing against his.

In a moment least expected by Sam, her remaining hand caressed he’s face, and her fiery, soft lips covered the corner of his mouth.

It was a dizzying, unsatisfying kiss.