The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 61

Are you embarrassed, or are you lying?
Sam had dressed himself, his mind now clear from the frenzy he had experienced moments ago. He couldn’t even begin to fathom how he could have gone so far with Angel.

Although Angel hadn’t swallowed the cum in her mouth, she didn’t seem particularly angry either.

Wordlessly, Angel got dressed and left the room. As she exited, she locked the door behind her, clearly indicating that she didn’t intend for Sam to leave just yet.

In the bathroom, Angel faced the mirror over the sink and opened her mouth. It was filled with white cum—on her tongue, teeth, and even deep in her throat, everywhere coated in a viscous mix with her saliva.

Turning on the tap, Angel cupped some water in her hands to rinse her mouth. However, instead of spitting it out, she swallowed it all down, water and cum together.

“Not bad, Sam’s cum really has a unique taste!” Angel said to her reflection in the mirror, a charming smile playing on her lips.

When Angel returned, she had reverted to her usual self – her expression cold, her demeanor regal, as if untouched by any change, as if she had never been affronted by Sam.

Was what had transpired a desecration? It was hard to say. After all, it seemed both were caught in a whirlwind of sexual desire, far from any state of normalcy.

“What are you going to do?” Sam asked as he watched Angel settle back behind her easel.

Angel lifted her gaze to Sam, “I haven’t finished painting.”

“And what were you doing just now?” he probed.

“Don’t you know?” Angel retorted.

Of course Sam knew. They had indulged in many wild actions, certainly not painting.

Sam could only spread his hands in resignation. “So why do all that? It was a waste of time.”

Angel lifted her head. “What I wish to do is my business. And don’t play coy. I didn’t resist when you treated me roughly. My mouth still hurts.”

Sam asked with a smile, “So, my cum, did you swallow it or spit it out?”

Angel’s hand clenched the paintbrush suddenly, a flush of unnatural red creeping up her neck. She glared at Sam fiercely.

“What are you thinking? Allowing you to cum in my mouth has already been my greatest indulgence for you. Do you expect me to swallow it? Let me tell you, it’s absolutely impossible!”

Sam shrugged nonchalantly. “Alright, but why has your face suddenly turned so red? Are you embarrassed, or are you lying?”

“Snap!” A crisp sound echoed through the room.

Sam glanced over and saw Angel, her gaze fixed on him, emotionless yet piercing like the cold of winter. In her hand, she had forcibly snapped a pencil.

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop talking. Let’s focus on your painting,” Sam conceded, and for the duration of Angel finishing her artwork, he didn’t utter another word.

By the time she was done, evening had arrived.

Sam stretched leisurely, eager to see what Angel had been painting.

However, as he approached, Angel quickly concealed the paper.

“It’s not finished yet. What are you looking at?”

“Just curious. Besides, you’re painting me, can’t I have a look?” Sam asked.

Angel scoffed. “Even though you’re my model, it doesn’t mean I’m painting you. Once it’s on paper, it could be anyone, but it certainly won’t be Sam.”

Sam had to admit, he didn’t quite understand the world of the artistically inclined. It was an area filled with strange fixations and madness, which probably explained why Angel was such a unique girl.

“Fine, as long as you finish it soon, I’m not particularly concerned,” Sam replied, casually opening the door of the studio.

Even though Sam had just shot a lot of cum, he walked steadily, however, the lingering atmosphere of the room did not seem to be easily dispelled.

“It will end when it needs to end. Don’t worry about it,” Angel said coldly, standing beside Sam.

Sam wanted to say he didn’t care about her painting at all, but he refrained.

Just as Sam was about to leave, a young voice called out, “Sis, Sam, are you done?”

It was Selena, youthful and adorable, peeking in. She blinked at them.

“Did you finish your piano practice today?” Angel asked her.

Selena visibly shrank back a little, then replied, “Of course, I did!”

Sam didn’t want to get involved in the sisters’ little drama, so he said, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving.”

“Hey, hey, hey! It’s this late already, aren’t you going to stay for dinner?” Selena quickly asked.

Sam paused, surprised at the sudden invitation to stay for a meal. He had only met Selena once before; were they that close?

As he caught Selena winking at him forcefully, a realization dawned on Sam—he had promised this young girl something.

Before Sam could answer, Angel frowned, “Why are you inviting him to stay for dinner?”

Selena cautiously suggested, “Anyway, we always eat by ourselves, which is pretty boring. And Sam is a guest, right? It’s normal to entertain him a bit, isn’t it?”

Angel frowned, clearly still unaccustomed to the idea of Sam dining at her home, but Selena quickly took Sam by the arm.

“Come this way, Sam, dinner is ready~”

Angel seemed to have no objections and, though unspoken, she appeared somewhat expectant for Sam to stay for the meal.

On their way to the dining room, Selena whispered to Sam, “Don’t forget what you promised me, okay~?”

“Ah… we’re talking about it, don’t worry, there will be a result soon.”

“Good, I trust you~”

At the dinner table, Sam ventured, “Angel, can I discuss something with you?”

Angel set down her utensils and looked at Sam. “What is it?”

Sam could see Selena’s expression tensing with nervousness. “I’ve noticed Selena has been really good and obedient lately. How about you give her game console back to her?”

“No.”

“Oh, okay, just thought I’d ask.”

Sam glanced at Selena across the table. Her expression rapidly shifted like a magician’s trick—starting with hope, morphing into disbelief, and finally settling into tearful eyes.

Sam spread his hands helplessly, his eyes conveying the message: I tried.

But Selena’s tears were on the brink of spilling.

Clearly, she was silently accusing Sam: What kind of help is that? You might as well have not bothered!

“Are you not eating anymore?” Sam asked as Selena suddenly stood up.

Selena’s voice lost its usual sparkle, steeped in disappointment. “I’m full. You guys keep eating. I’ll go rest now, wuwuwu…”

Sam felt like laughing but restrained himself. Looking at the array of dishes spread out before him, his appetite surged. He ate heartily without any pretense of restraint.

And Angel just symbolically ate very little food and she stopped eating. Maybe Sam had already fed her with his semen before.

Twenty minutes later, Sam put down his cutlery, feeling content.

“Finished eating?” Angel asked him, her expression cool but her captivating beauty undiminished.

Sam nodded. “Yeah, thanks for the hospitality.”

“Let’s go then.” She stood up.

Sam looked at Angel curiously, surprised by her unusual gesture.

“You’re walking me out?”

Angel replied matter-of-factly, “Don’t overthink it. It’s just basic courtesy.”

So, why didn’t you do this the first time I came to your house? Had to wait until this day I fed you semen, huh?