The Female Leads Truly Loves You

Chapter 20: Of course not, take off your pants too

Given the R18+ theme of the game, is it really necessary to use such misleading words?

Sam feigned ignorance as he looked at the other person. "Start what?"

"Become my model."

"Didn't you just finish that?"

"No, not yet. Many details are still incomplete. I want to create a series, just like this comic."

As Angel spoke, she turned and took a comic book from a cabinet behind her, then tossed it in front of Sam.

Sam picked up the comic and opened it.

The first few pages seemed normal, appearing to be a typical romantic story between a man and a woman.

But after a few pages, the style dramatically changed. Passionate kisses followed by clothes disappearing one by one.

Then, more primitive 'interactions' ensued. Clearly, this was also an R18+ anime.

Sam looked up at Angel, slightly startled, while the Angel was smiling.

"Now you understand, right? Sam."

He understood.

Why Angel used her time-stopping powers to do those strange things to him.

Why she undressed him and observed his cock.

It all made sense.

This wealthy young lady, whose hobby was sculpture, was actually into such anime!

Sam looked up. "Angel, don't tell me you called me to be a model just to fully recreate the scenes from the anime with sculptures. One sculpture is not enough, you actually want to create a whole series!"

Sam felt like prey, or perhaps already a specimen. Angel's expression seemed to sink into the shadows, a unique color.

Like a tulip hidden in a dark room, similar to the 'Queen of the Night' planted in the front yard.

"What else did you think I called you here for? Because I'm polite?"

Indeed, Angel was not known for her politeness, but Sam hadn't expected the world to have 'corrected' itself to this extent.

He pondered for a moment, then looked at the beautiful yet proud girl.

"I can be a model, but you must adhere to your previous promise not to use your time-stopping powers on me again."

Angel nodded with a smile. "Of course, I'm not one to make promises easily, but once I do, I always keep them."

"So, what do I need to do? Just sit here?" Sam's question seemed overly naive, of course, it was his deliberate 'performance' of naivety.

Angel looked at the ceiling, deep in thought, and spoke to herself. "Initially, I asked you if you're someone who likes to challenge themselves. Do you remember?"

"I've answered that question."

"Yes, I know. But I am someone who likes to challenge myself. So when I find something too easy to obtain, lacking any challenge, I start to try other identities to gain something else."

Sam asked, "Like becoming an outstanding sculptor to achieve a sense of artistic accomplishment?"

Angel nodded slightly.

"Exactly, that's how it started. But I found such a sense of achievement too easy to come by. More and more people liked me, leading to bizarre, fact-ignoring praises, just to flatter and please me."

"So this is why you watch R18+ anime and even make these sculptures?"

Angel's face lit up with enjoyment, and she took a deep breath.

"Yes, maybe this way they wouldn't expect that I made these, right? It's okay if you think I'm strange, but challenging oneself in things they are not good at, that's what gives life its meaning."

"Doesn't excelling at what you're good at count as meaningful?" Sam asked.

Angel walked towards Sam step by step. "For most people, that's their life's meaning. My life's meaning should be like exploring new maps in a game, unlocking the unknown, and achieving various feats."

Sam blinked, feeling the imposing aura of Angel.

"Then shouldn't you start by giving up your identity, not using your family background or status? Maybe then you'll find everything challenging."

"I can't choose my background, and you talk too much."

Sam noticed Angel's expression change; she seemed a bit angry. Before Sam could speak, Angel said impatiently, "Stand up."

"Why?"

"You're my model now. What, do you want me to use my time-stopping power?"

Was it such an overt threat now?

Sam stood up reluctantly. "And then?"

"Take off your clothes." Angel said it as if it was the most natural thing.

Sam feigned surprise. "Are you joking?"

Angel enjoyed Sam's astonished look; she couldn't stand him always being cooler than her.

"Does it seem like a joke? You should have guessed my intentions when you saw the sculpture I made before you came. Of course, you can refuse, but I can't guarantee what happens after you walk out of this door."

Sam asked one last time, a bit unwillingly. "If it were any other male student, they'd probably be thrilled. Angel, there's no reason for you to fixate on me, right?"

Angel suddenly burst into laughter.

"Actually, I don't know why, but I really hate the gaze of any man. I despise them looking at me, even sneakily glancing. But you, only you are different. I noticed you long ago, and you seem not only to not notice me but even deliberately avoid me every time I appear."

Sam, of course, wouldn't admit he avoided her for fear of being killed. He intentionally asked, "Could it be a reverse psychology tactic, using this approach to pique your interest?"

"I can tell you're different from the others; you truly don't want to encounter or interact with me. Of course, if that really is your plan... then at least you've succeeded now, and I, I still have countless opportunities to verify it."

Hearing Angel's words, Sam's expression turned dejected.

Seeing his worsening expression, Angel felt satisfied and flashed an even more charming smile.

"So, either take off your shirt now or leave the room. And you should know, the power my family wields can find you wherever you hide."

Really? What if I travel back to the real world?

Of course, that was just a joke.

All his previous expressions—surprise, disgust, resistance—were just a facade designed by Sam.

When he saw the R18+ anime, he had already linked it with the previous message. He knew what was going to happen and what he would be asked to do.

So, after struggling in place for a while, he finally said, "I hope you'll keep your promise."

Then, he reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Angel said nothing, her eyes intently focused on Sam's hands as he gradually opened his shirt.

Revealing his well-defined chest.

Inch by inch of skin, fully exposed to her gaze.

"Is this enough?" Sam asked.

Angel seemed still to be admiring; she shook her head. "Of course not... take off your pants too. I don't like to repeat myself, so hurry up."

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