The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 90

Was this still Sophie?
“Bang!”

Sophie, whose demeanor, expressions, and even tone seemed entirely transformed, downed the rest of the beer in her glass in one go. Slamming the glass down on the table, she looked around, with Sam and Isabella appearing utterly stunned.

“Hmm… beer isn’t all that special, is it? Aren’t you guys drinking?”

Isabella eyed Sophie warily. “You… are you okay?”

Sophie smiled at Isabella, “What could possibly be wrong with me? It’s just drinking. I was just adjusting my state, that’s all.”

Was it just a change of state? It was as if she had become a completely different person!

When did Sophie ever smile like that? Although, it was quite attractive…

Isabella glanced at Sam, whispering, “Should we call an ambulance?”

Sam shrugged helplessly. “This is all your doing. How should I know?”

As they were discussing, Sam suddenly felt warmth on his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw Sophie, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, almost clinging to his arm.

Her beauty was more striking than that of a fresh apple, her eyes misty and seductive, tempting yet not fully intoxicated. Leaning against Sam, she looked at him with a gaze so intense it almost felt tangible.

“What’s the matter? Aren’t you drinking, Sam? There’s plenty more…”

This was unbearable! What kind of enchantress was this? She even breathed out warm air onto Sam’s face, a mix of alcohol and Sophie’s unique scent.

He longed for the old Sophie, even if she was scolding him! What was this succubus-like behavior about? Could alcohol really change someone this much?

“It’s not… If you can’t drink anymore, don’t force yourself. Are you really okay?”

Sam awkwardly shifted his position, but Sophie clung to him like a slick serpent, sweetly smiling. “I’m really fine, my tolerance is quite good~ Hmm, are you worried about me? Don’t worry~”

How could he not be worried? She was practically glue! Was this still Sophie?

Meanwhile, Isabella, with a gleam in her eye, laughed and raised her glass. “Looks like she’s fine, so let’s keep drinking!”

“Where do you see that she’s fine?!” Sam’s eyes widened. What was Isabella thinking? Couldn’t she see Sophie’s bizarre state?

At that moment, Sophie, while leaning on Sam, reached out and lifted the glasses in front of Sam. “Come on, drink~ Let’s drink together, it’s really good~”

She sounded like a temptress coaxing patrons to drink.

Sam was utterly taken aback, casting a pleading look at Isabella for help.

However, Isabella simply smiled. “Yeah, come on, drink up. Clearly, Sophie’s in the zone now. Would Sam really be a spoilsport at this point? This is our team-building event, after all.”

Fine, if this is how we’re playing, let’s see who ends up losing in the end!

With no further hesitation, Sam grasped his glass firmly. “Then let’s drink. But don’t you think just drinking like this is a bit boring?”

Isabella looked at Sam. “What, you want to play some strip drinking game?”

“…I didn’t say that.”

Sophie’s cheeks turned even redder. “Isn’t that a bit much? Can socks count as an article of clothing?”

“Let’s not play any weird games!” Sam said, exasperated.

“Then what do you propose?”

Sam smiled and looked up. “Waiter, can we have three dice, please?”

It was normal for Starlight Bar to have dice, but Sam had in mind a game that wasn’t the usual fare. He handed out a dice cup to each person, each containing a single die.

“Here’s the deal,” Sam said with a smile. “Each of us rolls the dice in our cup. You can look at your own result, but don’t let others see. Then, taking turns as the banker, you choose someone to compare dice sizes with.

If you win, the loser drinks half their glass. The banker can choose to continue challenging, and if they win again, the two losers must finish their drink. If the banker wins against both, they continue as banker. If the roll is a tie, the banker wins, but note, six isn’t the highest; it loses to one. Are we playing?”

Isabella pondered for a moment. “My luck’s not bad, sounds interesting, I’m in. What about you, Sophie?”

Sophie looked at Sam, then smiled sweetly and seductively. “Of course, we’ll play the game Sam suggests~”

Sam nearly shivered. That seductive gaze, that smile, that tender tone… it was too tempting!

“Alright, who’ll be the banker first?”

“Me, me!” Sophie, seemingly transformed after drinking, volunteered eagerly. Neither Isabella nor Sam objected.

The game started off routinely, with Sophie choosing to challenge Isabella first. Sophie rolled a six right off the bat, while Isabella had a five.

Isabella was disappointed. “How could I lose like that? What luck… Oh, but you have a six! You have to challenge Sam now; he can’t possibly roll a one!”

Sophie turned to Sam with an apologetic air. “Sorry, Sam~ Let’s compare, shall we~”

Sam hadn’t even checked his roll, curious to see if his luck would hold. “Let’s do it!”

“Reveal!”

“A one?!”

Unexpectedly, Sam rolled the one number that could not win against any but a six. Even Sam was surprised by his own luck. Maybe he should consider buying lottery tickets in the future?

Sophie, though disappointed, showed no signs of begging off and downed her drink without hesitation.

Next, it was Isabella’s turn to be the banker. She first chose Sophie, rolling a five and beating Sophie’s three. However, she lost to Sam’s six.

Isabella pouted, “What’s with that? How come you always roll just above me? You’re not cheating, are you?”

Sam smiled slightly, “Do I need to cheat to win against you?”

Hands on her hips, Isabella took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair, now without her sunhat. “Fine… I hope you can still walk out of here smiling today. Let’s go again!”

Sam casually picked up the dice, “It’s my turn to be the banker.”

“You be the banker then. Afraid of you? Bring it on!”

The two of them had yet to realize the gravity of the situation. Sam had no intention of going easy; he was ready to show what it meant to be the true king of luck.

First, he rolled a six, defeating both players. They had to drink a full glass each. Then, even with a roll of three, the two women rolled a one and a two, respectively.

This pattern kept repeating, with Sam unsure of how many rounds he had been the banker. But the girls’ glasses were filled and emptied, again and again, in a continuous cycle.

Isabella became anxious, “How can you dare to challenge with just a three?”

Sam smiled lightly, “Because I’m confident.”

Confident? Of course not. When his dice showed a high number, Sam boldly took the challenge, trusting in his luck. And when the dice showed four or less, Sam supposedly activated “X-ray Vision.”

After applying “X-ray Vision” perfectly twice, it seemed Sam’s luck didn’t just make him fortunate but also had the uncanny ability to influence others’ luck.

Finally, after the last “X-ray Vision,” Sam saw that his number couldn’t beat anyone, seemingly reaching the limit of his luck, so he chose to lose to Sophie and safely step down as the banker.

After a few more rounds, Isabella, flushed from drinking, her neck also turning a delicate pink, finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Ah… can’t do this anymore… you guys are something… I’m going to the bathroom, can’t handle it a bit!”

Isabella hurried off to the bathroom, leaving Sam and Sophie alone in the private room.

Looking at the girl beside him, her cheeks flushed from drinking, Sam decided to ask, “Are you really okay?”

Sophie turned her head instantly, her eyes gleaming and misty, looking dazed yet enticing, almost like a succubus.

“Are you really that worried about me?” she asked softly, leaning in closer to Sam.

Sam frowned slightly. “Do you always act like this after drinking?”

Sophie seemed not to understand, looking at Sam with a puzzled expression. “Like what? I’ve always been this way around you, Sam.”

“But… it feels strange.”

Sophie leaned even closer to Sam, her scent enveloping him, almost as if a mere tilt of his head would bring him to a kiss.

She smiled and said, “Why is it strange? It’s only natural for us to become closer after you helped me on the roller coaster, right?”

It seemed logical, yet entirely illogical. If Sophie was so easily moved, she wouldn’t be Sophie.

Clearly, there was something more secretive at play, yet to be discovered.

Sam narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her. “That’s not right… The Sophie I know isn’t like this. She’s usually quite stubborn. There must be another reason. You’re acting very unusual, Sophie.”

Sophie wrapped her arms around Sam’s, gently hugging his arm. “I could share this secret with Sam, but are you ready to bear the responsibility that comes with knowing it?”

Seeing her hazy eyes and her beauty that could rival Angel’s, Sam felt his resolve wavering.

Responsibility… it might mean taking on another female lead. This could get complicated.

Just as Sam was about to suppress his curiosity, “Creak—” The door to their private room opened.

Isabella, having returned from the restroom, rejoined them. She sat down, ready to continue. “Alright, I’m all refreshed. Let’s keep drinking!”

Sam frowned. “Keep drinking? We’ve had enough.”

Isabella complained, “You haven’t drunk much at all; it’s been mostly me and Sophie. What reason do you have to refuse?”

Sophie nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you haven’t drunk much. Let’s continue~”

Thus, Sam found himself drinking more, thanks to the persistence of the two women. Fortunately, with his physical resilience and the skill of Absolute Lucidity, he managed to stay relatively unaffected.

Eventually, the night came to an end.

“How do you plan to get home?” Sam asked, supporting a seemingly semi-conscious Sophie, while addressing the woman in the sunhat.

Isabella smiled. “I’m fine, I can get home on my own. This amount of alcohol is nothing to me. Sophie, though, I’ll leave in your care.”

“Leave her to me?”

Isabella leaned in, almost kissing Sam’s face, causing him to instinctively lean back. Her cheek stopped just short of touching him as she smiled and said, “This is a good opportunity.”

“What opportunity? What are you thinking!”

Isabella chuckled. “I mean, it’s a good chance to figure out why she’s acting this way. Don’t you want to know her little secret?”

Indeed… Such a smart girl could see through it too.

But Sam frowned. “Everyone has their secrets. It’s not right to pry.”

Isabella patted Sam’s shoulder, whispering, “It’s true that everyone has secrets, but not all secrets are meant to be kept until death. Many are just like a box waiting to be unlocked, needing only the right person with the key. And Sam, you might just be that person.”

“What are you talking about…”

“Alright, I’m off. Take good care of her, Sam. Good luck!”

Isabella caught a taxi and left. Meanwhile, Sam was left supporting Sophie, who seemed still lost in her drunken haze.

Without knowing Sophie’s family or any way to leave her unattended, Sam decided to take the very warm and pliable Sophie into a taxi.

Throughout the journey, Sophie leaned against Sam’s body, resembling a sleeping infant from his perspective.

Despite the mix of alcohol and her fragrance, the feeling of being relied upon by such a girl seemed irresistible to any man.

Reflecting on Sophie’s odd behavior earlier, Sam humorously realized he might have a masochistic streak, finding the version of Sophie that constantly sarcastic and bewildered him somewhat more endearing.

But could there really be such a strange phenomenon where a single drink changes someone’s state so drastically? He didn’t know.

The taxi stopped near a convenience store, a place where Sam and Sophie had crossed paths before. Without knowing where she lived, he guessed this would be a close enough point.

After disembarking, Sam tried to wake Sophie up. “We’re here. Can you wake up? If not, I might have to take you to the hospital.”

Hearing this, Sophie slowly lifted her head, still somewhat groggy, and looked around. “We’re not home yet…”

“I don’t know where you live. Can you find your way?” Sam inquired.

Sophie, looking at Sam, nuzzled into his chest. “Hmm… I know, but I can’t walk…”

“Alright, tell me where it is, and I’ll help you get there.” Sophie seemed to retain some awareness but likely couldn’t control her steps, which was understandable.

Following her directions, Sam managed to get Sophie to an apartment building similar to his own.

He helped her open her door, supporting her against the door frame. “Can you manage to rest up on your own? If you’re okay, I’ll be heading out.”

Unexpectedly, just as Sam was about to leave, a hand firmly clutched his collar. It was Sophie, her face flushed, her gaze hazy.

She looked up at him, her eyes misty, her hair messily framing her cheeks, revealing her radiant complexion and glow. She resembled a ripened fruit, ready to be picked, her scent enveloping him.

“Don’t go… Sam~ help me, I can’t walk~”