The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 70

Was this really a dream?
Sam had once used his X-ray vision to peek into Zoe’s room, and entering it now, he found it was pretty much the same.

Of course, this time he didn’t see the pink ‘replica cock’ she had been using back then; she must have tidied it away, and Sam had no intention of mentioning it.

Exhausted and slightly tense, Zoe crawled under the covers, while Sam sat on the floor beside the bed.

The bedroom floor was covered with soft mats, and in front of him was a dressing table, which Zoe apparently used for her makeup.

The bed was very low, almost touching the ground. Sam thought he would have trouble sleeping in such a low bed, but guessed that for a woman living alone, this height probably offered a sense of security.

He watched Zoe, now nestled in the covers, and sat quietly beside her. Without any conversation, he just sat silently, his gaze vacant as he stared in the direction of the wall, towards where his own bedroom lay.

Zoe, burrowed under the covers, was captivated by Sam’s profile and couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander.

If she were younger, closer to Sam’s age, perhaps she wouldn’t have to sneak around, doing things in secrecy. They could only interact as if they were siblings, despite not being related by blood and simply being neighbors.

With these thoughts, Zoe couldn’t resist speaking to Sam, observing his handsome profile.

“Sam.”

“Hmm, what is it?” Sam turned to her, noticing her slightly flushed cheeks.

Her mature expression was alluring, like a ripe fruit or a rich, flavorful red wine, possessing a charm young girls lacked.

“What do you plan to do in the future?” she asked softly, her palm cushioning her heated cheek.

Sam seemed oblivious to the subtle shift in the atmosphere, responding matter-of-factly, “I don’t know yet, I’m still studying. For now, I’ll focus on my studies, and maybe later I’ll try for a good job. I don’t have many dreams or goals at the moment.”

“Really? Shouldn’t young people have lots of goals and dreams at this age, like becoming a scientist or working in finance?”

Sam chuckled. “Because I still don’t know what I’m good at, I don’t have a clear goal. What do you think I should do, Zoe?”

Zoe pondered seriously for a moment. “Actually, Sam, you’re quite handsome, and you have a great figure. How about becoming a model or a celebrity? You’d likely have a good market, earn well, and it’s easier than most jobs.”

Sam laughed and said, “Then why don’t I become a rent boy?”

“Eh? Being a rent boy wouldn’t be bad, then I could go to you every day for company. I’d spend all my salary on you.”

Both of them laughed at this. They knew Sam wouldn’t really become a rent boy.

Sam had briefly considered it, given his handsome features and strong cock, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

The rent boy business was not all about meeting wealthy, beautiful women; he might encounter men with peculiar preferences.

Besides, he was the male lead in this world – how could he become a rent boy?

Sam yawned, smiling. It was getting late.

“Are you tired?” asked Zoe.

Sam nodded. “A bit. I haven’t rested much today, and it’s late.”

“Do you want to sleep here then?” she asked.

Sam hesitated. “How can I? Your bed is…”

He glanced at the bed, clearly a single, meaning if both were to sleep on it, they would have to stack atop each other.

Noticing Sam’s look, Zoe’s face turned red. “I meant sleep beside the bed. What were you thinking?”

“On the floor?”

“Yes, the floor’s covered with soft mats. Sometimes my female colleagues from work sleep there when they come over.”

Sam thought it over. “It doesn’t seem right. And my room is just next door; there’s no need.”

Zoe, seemingly a bit embarrassed, insisted, “I can’t sleep yet. It’s fine, just sleep beside me. It’s just for one night, don’t worry.”

As she spoke, Zoe got up and fetched a pillow and blanket from the closet, quickly making a spot on the floor. Sam watched, feeling as though this had been her plan all along, but it seemed too rude to refuse now.

Zoe returned to her bed, her eyes blinking sleepily, looking like stars twinkling in the galaxy, utterly mesmerizing.

“Let’s do this, Sam. Now we can both have a good night’s sleep.”

Sam said with a wry smile, “It seems like coming here was a mistake.”

Zoe laughed, “Sorry about that. I said I’d look after you like a sister, but it turns out I’m the one who needs looking after.”

“It’s okay, I’m just too kind-hearted.”

With that, Sam lay down on the prepared spot on the floor. Meanwhile, Zoe got back into her bed, turned off the light, and stripped down to her underwear.

The room plunged into darkness, so quiet that only their distinct breathing could be heard.

In the dark, Sam heard Zoe softly say, “Thank you for today, Sam.”

“It’s okay, as long as you’re fine.”

“I just don’t know how to repay you.”

“You don’t need to repay me. Just cook me breakfast more often; I really love your cooking.”

“I will. Good night.”

“Good night.”

The conversation finally came to an end, signaling the conclusion of this complex and bizarre night.

With classes awaiting him the next day, Sam quickly succumbed to a deep slumber, primarily due to the physical exhaustion from the day’s events.

The fight had taken its toll, proving to be quite draining, while feeding Angel the semen could only be considered a warm-up in comparison, hardly impactful.

However, in his sleep, Sam experienced an odd sensation.

His blanket was pulled away, and a coolness touched his crotch.

It felt as if his cock was being gently cupped by a mouth, accompanied by rhythmic sucking.

His cock began to swell, becoming hard as a rock. He could feel the complete encircling of his glans, a nimble tongue teasing his urethra.

This sensation was peculiar; in the gentle suction, Sam’s body seemed to ascend. His soul felt as if it was floating, drifting towards the stars, the moon, and the sun.

Gradually, this sensation grew more intense, and Sam began to feel an urge similar to a nocturnal emission.

He sensed that something was amiss.

Sam reluctantly opened his eyes to see a beautiful figure, completely naked, her buttocks and a clean vagina right in front of his face.

It seemed that this angle formed a perfect 69.

As this peculiar sensation intensified, Sam felt as if he was oscillating between dream and reality, creating a surreal and chaotic experience.

It was akin to the disconcerting sensation of sleep paralysis during a nap, an indescribable strangeness.

With difficulty he managed to lift his head slightly, curious to see who was lying on top of him.

Sam reached out to tap the person’s buttocks, only to recognize a familiar figure. She was in that strange yet delightful position, lying there, displaying an expression never seen in normal circumstances.

Her face was enchantingly beautiful, her smile sweet.

What was she doing? Why did Sam feel utterly powerless to resist?

Sam tried to clear his mind, but soon he heard her voice, “Just think of it as a dream, it’s okay Sam, go back to sleep.”

It was like clouds obscuring the moon.

Sam suddenly looked up, his face almost touching her vagin.

At that moment, his consciousness seemed muddled, his vision blurring…

Was this really a dream? Why did it feel so vividly real?