Sam took his seat in the back.
He didn’t feel any more sense of superiority for having had a sexual encounter with Angel during the sumr vacation.
In fact, Sam didn’t harbor such notions at all. He was well aware that he was just a kid from Cedarwood.
The woman driving in front didn’t seem inclined to say a word, focusing on the road in silence.
Sam, however, found himself sowhat bored; he wasn’t particularly afraid of this woman.
Though she appeared cold and decisive, she was ultimately one of Angel’s people and couldn’t do anything without the girl’s instructions.
Thus, out of boredom, Sam asked, "Are you Angel’s driver or bodyguard?"
It was a casual question, not expecting a response.
Yet, to his surprise, the woman quickly answered in a cool voice, "I can be both, and I can also be neither."
It sounded like nonsense, but the aning was clear.
When Angel needed her, she could serve both roles; when not needed, she was neither.
It was indeed a solid hierarchical relationship.
"Is that so... quite versatile, then. Can you fix plumbing?"
"...No."
The woman deed it a silly question but responded coolly nonetheless.
Sam chuckled. "I can."
"...Oh."
The woman’s brow furrowed slightly before she returned her gaze forward.
Sam, curious, looked over. "What should I call you?"
After a mont, the woman answered like an emotionless robot, "Elowen."
Her deanor was indeed robotic.
Sam’s light teasing didn’t seem to elicit any extra emotion from her, as if she were an AI that could only respond to questions without showing any interest or emotion.
Sam didn’t find Elowen particularly interesting, considering such individuals dull. To him, a life devoid of amusent wasn’t worth living.
It seed the conversation ended there. Sam had no more interesting questions, and he wouldn’t get much out of her anyway.
So, he chose to remain silent until the car stopped in a familiar place.
The scenery of Cherry Blossom Avenue was, as always, tranquil yet perated with an ominous aura, as if it were a silent oppression, a place that could make ordinary people question their existence.
Sam rang the doorbell.
The door quickly opened.
There stood Selena with her pretty, youthful face, holding a kitten nad ’Biscuit’ in her arms.
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It seed to have gained so weight, clearly, Selena had been taking good care of the little cat.
"Sam! Long ti no see!"
Selena appeared genuinely happy to see Sam.
Sam smiled, gazing at her face, and couldn’t resist pinching her cheeks, enjoying the feeling, "Long ti no see, Selena."
Selena’s round face turned slightly red, and she shyly glared at Sam.
"Sam... it’s not okay to just touch a girl’s face like that."
Sam, with a playful grin, said, "My apologies then."
Selena’s smile quickly returned.
"It’s okay~ I forgive you!"
That’s when Sam noticed sothing.
"What’s going on? Why do you seem so happy today, Selena? Did sothing good happen?"
Selena said with a laugh, "Because my sister gave back my video ga console! Lol!"
"So that’s why... must be really fun, right?"
Selena giggled, "It’s so much fun, I play it every day. You should join next ti!"
"Sure, where’s your sister?"
"Oh~ She’s in the studio. You already know the way, so just head over. I haven’t finished my ga yet! Biscuit, say bye to Sam~"
The little girl waved the kitten’s paw adorably at Sam, then quickly turned and scampered away.
Indeed, Selena was still too young.
In front of such a handso man as Sam, she was more captivated by her video ga console?
Sam approached the familiar entrance of the studio.
It felt like a silent beast before him, the door its gaping maw.
Despite such thoughts, Sam pushed the door open.
"Clang."
A slight noise echoed as Sam appeared at the entrance, the setting sun’s afterglow illuminating his figure, casting his elongated shadow into the room.
There, he saw the figure behind the easel.
Noble and elegant, dignified, and stunningly beautiful.
It wasn’t that Sam lacked self-control, but at this mont, Angel surpassed all his previous perceptions of her.
She seed never to have dressed this way before.
She wore an off-the-shoulder black dress.
Her long hair was lightly coiled at the back of her head, making her hair appear shorter, but her noble aura was even more striking.
Her ears were adorned with sparkling silver earrings, gleaming brightly.
Reflecting the enticing sheen on her neck.
How could one describe the girl’s attire at this mont? It was filled with an aura that heightened desire.
Her perfect skin, her skeletal yet now sensual appearance.
And yet, she wasn’t the skinny type; her breasts were full, creating a deep cleavage.
This was the noble and unique Angel...
An image most students at school could hardly imagine.
If it were a card ga, this version of Angel would be an epic-level skin set.
Noticing Sam’s montarily fixed gaze, Angel looked up with a smile.
She slightly lifted her bare feet.
"Still with that unsophisticated, country bumpkin look."
Sam snapped back to reality, first turning to close the door slightly, then adjusting his expression as he approached the woman who exuded a sexually charged aura from head to toe.
"I am from the country, and that’s nothing to be ashad of. But you... dressed like this, are you going to a ball?"
Sam quickly picked up on the clues.
Her outfit was far from hoy, more akin to sothing one would wear to a significant evening event.
Angel smiled and said, "You’re quite perceptive. Yes, there’s a birthday party tonight for a child from a family that has good relations with ours. Since our families are in the sa circle, I need to attend."
Sam was montarily taken aback. "A birthday party? You’re attending? Then why call here, especially when it’s almost evening? You’ll be leaving soon, won’t you?"
It seed like a tease to him.
But Angel looked at Sam with a aningful gaze. "Now, guess why I would call you over for sothing like this? Even... before the ti?"
Sam quickly caught on. "You’re not thinking of taking with you, are you?"
Angel didn’t respond; her smile and the look in her eyes said everything.
Sam imdiately declined without a second thought. "Are you joking? Why would I go to your friend’s birthday? I don’t even know them. And if I go with you, what does that make us? That doesn’t make any sense."
Angel remained very calm, speaking as if she had everything figured out. "There’s no sense or nonsense about it. If I say you’re going, you’re going. As for what we are, being boyfriend and girlfriend is enough, don’t you think?"
"Boyfriend and girlfriend? I don’t recall ever saying that," Sam said, thick-skinned as ever.
Angel was used to it and didn’t care about his denial. "Think whatever you want, pretending is fine too. What do you want to wear? I’ll have soone arrange it, and it will be ready in thirty minutes."
Sam looked at her. "I said... I’m not going. You go by yourself; I’m going ho."
Sam was about to turn and leave when she called out his na.
"Sam."
He looked at her.
Angel tilted her head up. "Co here."
Frowning, Sam walked over to her, but as he approached, Angel lifted her leg.
Even without stockings, her leg was incredibly enticing. Each toe glead like a gem, translucent and shining.
"What are you trying to do...?"
Sam hadn’t finished speaking when she lifted her foot, even pressing it against Sam’s chest, lightly treading on him.
One might consider such an act deaning, but given the girl and the beauty of her legs, this was Angel... it indeed beca a visual and physical indulgence, almost like a ’blessing.’
Angel looked up at Sam with a seductive gaze. "I rember... you wanted to see in white stockings, didn’t you?"
Sam was montarily stunned, trying to keep his blood from rushing to less appropriate areas, while striving to breathe calmly.
"I don’t rember that."
But Angel just smiled, tracing circles on Sam’s chest with her toes, a light touch yet overwhelmingly intense.
"I have a pair of very sexy white stockings. You can only see them if you’re with tonight when we get back."
The implication was clear. This was a bargain, a temptation.
A joke, right?
Was Sam such a man to be easily seduced by the re ntion of white stockings?
What’s so great about them? If you don’t wear them, plenty of others will, and they can be seen online too, what’s the difference?!
Just a pair of white stockings...
Sam scoffed. "No need to change, let’s just go as we are."
Well, but can viewing online compare to seeing them in person?
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