The Female Leads Truly Loves You

Chapter 175: Look how happy he is laughing

Sam felt that this woman was getting bolder and bolder.

They were still at school and there wasn’t much time during the lunch break, only about half an hour. It was likely that the other teachers would be coming in soon.

Although it seemed safe for now, if they were caught, it would be something that couldn’t be covered up no matter what.

Besides, the situation they found themselves in was so ambiguous. There was no denying that the knee was not a very pleasant spot.

But when she lifted her leg slightly, everything changed. It felt more like a veiled provocation.

As if she wanted to ignite Sam’s flames of desire and let them burn fiercely right here.

Alice changed her hairstyle today.

No longer wearing her familiar long hair, she was now tying up her slightly curly strands.

This hairstyle had a slightly vintage feel to it, not very trendy at first glance, but different hairstyles on different people gave off different feelings.

If someone didn’t look good, it would look old-fashioned, but someone like Alice could radiate a classic beauty.

It was a kind of temperament that possessed the modesty of an old era, while seemingly deliberately suppressing one’s true nature.

It was difficult to describe, and Sam couldn’t find the right words to describe it accurately, but if he had to find an angle, it was filled with the desire to commit a crime.

The impulse to make love to her completely.

And her seductive figure, the legs in black stockings, the plump yet elastic flesh constantly rubbing against Sam’s genitals, felt as wonderful as a massage.

Sam was already hard, but he didn’t intend to dance on the wire very often.

He looked up.

"You suddenly showing up just now really startled me. Can you not do that in the future?"

Alice slightly curved her lips into a smile, inching her face closer to Sam’s.

That familiar scent immediately enveloped him, like a spider’s web ensnaring Sam, with her as the spider queen and Sam the prey caught in her threads.

Alice wore a shallow, mischievous smile.

"Have I touched upon your true inner thoughts? Are you wondering whether I was resting here, thinking of doing something... strange to me? Hm?"

What "strange things" Sam could do, he wasn’t yet sure, but this woman was clearly up to something odd.

Her knee’s slight circling movement, as if drawing some pattern... but was that too much! Her knee was pressing right against Sam’s cock.

Sam, restraining his desire, grabbed her arms and gently pushed her body forward, preventing her actions from going any further unchecked.

"That’s enough, the lunch break is short."

Alice didn’t resist either and allowed Sam to hold her arms. However, she had no intention of leaving at that moment. She continued smiling and said, "Don’t you find it amusing?

You play the role of a delinquent student who wants to rape a teacher, and I play the role of an innocent teacher. Then you suddenly burst into my office, grab a rope, tie my hands and force me to have sex with you...".

"Please, stop talking!" Sam interrupted.

Just imagining the scene was incredibly stimulating for Sam. But the crucial point was that it was daytime, and other teachers would soon return. If they were seen by anyone else, it would be disastrous for them.

Alice narrowed her eyes, her cheeks showing an enticing blush, that familiar expression appearing once again.

"Can’t handle it already? I’m just talking, after all. So, you actually want to do it, don’t you? You see, everyone has no resistance to thrilling things. The more upright they seem, the more they harbor the impulse to touch the forbidden. And when such people truly touch the forbidden, the pleasure they enjoy is exponentially greater."

It seemed Alice had thoroughly re

"I don’t care about all that. I allowed you to be sly in this game, allowed you to think of some weird and wonderful methods. But if you’re thinking of unilaterally ending our game... I’ll show you just what kind of person I am, how mad I can get over something like this.

Alright, if there’s nothing else, you should go back first, since you’re so afraid of being discovered, aren’t you?"

Alice looked at Sam like that, with a smile on her lips and a casual glance sweeping over him. Yet, her fingers were already pinching the edge of the boning knife.

Sam knew he had to say something to comfort her; otherwise, given Alice’s current mental state, she might do something outrageous.

After a brief moment of thought, Sam looked at her, reached out to move Alice’s arm away, and closed the drawer.

Alice didn’t stop him, just watched his movements with a somewhat puzzled look.

Having done all this, Sam shrugged. "Don’t worry, I might not be a good man, but I’m not that kind of scumbag. I always want to bring you happiness, not tension and pain. Alright, I’m leaving now. Goodbye, Miss Alice."

Sam turned and left.

When the door closed, the inside remained silent for a long time, as if dead quiet, with only the rain outside tapping on the glass.

It took a long while for Alice’s gaze to withdraw. She glanced at the drawer.

"Happiness, huh? It better be. Those who make me suffer, I will make them suffer too, tenfold, a hundredfold."

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The relationship between him and Alice seemed not entirely without progress, yet the risks were escalating rapidly.

Sam felt somewhat pensive.

Indeed, few people’s lives are smooth sailing, but it shouldn’t be as rough as Sam’s, who at only 18, already seemed to be navigating such rugged terrain.

Could it be that after this perilous path, there would be a day when everything clears up?

Perhaps. Sam was an optimist, preferring to light the last torch at the end of the night over pessimistically surrendering.

If there were no torch, then he would be the only light.

After a brief moment of reflection, Sam quickly returned to normal.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to go to the club activities room or to work today; he could go straight home.

After school, Sam left with the multitude, umbrella in hand.

The rain tapping on the umbrella sounded exceptionally soothing to Sam.

Just as he reached the street at the school gate, Sam’s umbrella hesitated, accidentally bumping into another umbrella ahead.

Whether it was because the other person suddenly stopped, he was too slow to react, or he was distracted by other thoughts, Sam wasn’t sure.

Immediately, he instinctively said, "Sorry..."

He was about to bypass the person when...

"Sam, is that how you apologize?"

The moment he heard that voice, Sam involuntarily widened his eyes, then saw the other person’s umbrella lift slightly.

Revealing Angel’s perfect yet ’wicked’ face.

Sam immediately lowered his umbrella.

"You’ve got the wrong person."

He was ready to make a quick escape.

But before he could turn around, he heard a cold voice from behind.

"If you dare walk away now, I’ll drive straight to your house."

"...No need for that, just kidding, Heiress."

Sam reverted to his usual playful demeanor, and Angel looked at him.

"Heiress? Is that supposed to be my nickname now?"

"What else?"

Baby?

Dear?

Or sweetheart?

Angel’s lips curved slightly upward.

"Now that you’re my mom’s godson, and I’m a few months older than you, what do you think?"

"...Let’s not, there are so many people around."

Sam looked around, indeed, even with everyone under umbrellas, many were casting curious glances their way.

Mainly because Sam and Angel together were quite a sight, hard not to notice.

Angel smiled a bit. "Not going to call me that? Then let’s talk about that day’s event. Do you really think the photo of me, you, and Sophie is evenly matched?"

This topic gave Sam a headache. How could her memory be so good? He had never seen someone hold a grudge like this!

"Stop, stop, stop, my head’s starting to hurt."

"Or should I tell my mom that you actually don’t want to be her godson, you..."

"Older sister, you are my real sister, please stop."

Sam immediately responded.

Angel nearly burst into laughter, as if she had discovered a brand-new amusing game. "What did you call me?"

"Older sister, sister."

"Louder, I didn’t hear you."

Damn it! "Older sister~~"

Though somewhat reluctantly, Sam complied.

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Angel nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Now, my young brother, what are you planning to do?"

Are you freaking addicted to this? Sam said irritably, "Sister, I’m going to rest. I didn’t sleep well last night; I can barely keep my eyes open."

"Oh~ Is that so. Alright, since you’re not feeling well..."

Just when Sam was surprised by Angel’s reasonableness today, wondering if this "sister" call was the magic key to her heart.

"Screech." A car stopped beside them.

Before he could feel relieved, Sam instinctively looked over and saw the car window slowly rolling down.

Then appeared a face, extremely beautiful and dignified, yet making Sam’s heart race with fear...

Celeste looked at the two.

"What a coincidence, Sam is here too."

Sam was really afraid of this woman now, truly a bit scared.

But he had to maintain politeness and a smile. "Yes, Ms. Celeste, what a coincidence."

"Ms. Celeste?"

Sam froze. Like mother, like daughter, you really had to do this, huh?

But seeing her slightly narrowed eyes, seemingly devoid of any threatening intent, Sam couldn’t just slip away.

He could only lower his voice a bit, trying not to let others hear. "Godmother..."

Celeste instantly flashed a charming smile.

That blooming smile was like all the flowers of spring bursting into bloom.

Indeed, she was beautiful, much like Angel.

But did they really have to share such a wicked sense of humor?

"Such a good boy," Celeste said with a smile.

Sam, putting away his somewhat awkward expression, quickly said, "You’re here to pick up Angel, right? I was about to head home myself, so I won’t impose."

Leaving promptly seemed like the prudent thing to do.

However, Celeste said with a smile, "Well, I happen to have some time today. I was planning to pick up my daughter for dinner, but since Sam is here, why don’t you join us? It can be like a family dinner."

Really?!

Sam immediately laughed awkwardly. "That might not be a good idea. But, I’m not feeling great right now, a bit sleepy, and I want to go home to rest. I wouldn’t want to dampen your meal, so maybe some other time."

Sam tried to find a suitable excuse.

But the woman in the car suddenly looked touched, even pitifully aggrieved. "It seems Sam doesn’t really want to join our family dinner. It’s true, then, that you don’t quite accept me as a mother... Indeed, old age comes with no charm. I knew I shouldn’t have insisted on Sam..."

"Alright, stop, it looks like I have no choice but to join you for dinner today."

Celeste, the woman, her biggest difference from Angel was that she often wouldn’t directly ask someone to do something.

But she was very skilled at using such words to achieve the same ends as Angel.

The pressure... was no different from having a submachine gun aimed at your heart!

Hearing this, Celeste immediately showed a face full of exaggerated surprise. "Really? Sam, don’t force yourself~"

"Yes, not forcing myself, suddenly felt like having dinner with family."

Sam, helpless, then got into the car with Angel.

Somehow, Sam found himself squeezed in the middle.

To his left and right, a mother and daughter.

It looked wonderful.

But only Sam knew this was like being caught between ice and fire.

The car slowly started moving, and while Angel was looking out the window, she couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile and said, "I didn’t force you today, so don’t put the blame on me."

"How could I blame you? I’m too happy to even think about blaming you, haha."

"Your smile looks worse than crying right now; you better not laugh."

"Hm? Did Sam cry? Why?"

Suddenly, Celeste turned her head, looking at Sam with a face full of concern and curiosity, as if she had no idea what had just transpired.

"No, no, I’m laughing, hahaha."

Sam’s smile bloomed, brighter than the sunshine.

Anyone who saw it would only say one thing.

"Look how happy he is laughing."