The sunlight pierced through the window, landing on Sam’s face as he opened his eyes.
There was an indescribable sense of weariness in his body - perhaps from the exhausting battle yesterday?
Rubbing his head, Sam felt there was sothing more important he should rember.
He hadn’t drunk any alcohol the previous day and was definitely not in a drunken state. So...
His gaze shifted to the bedside. This wasn’t his room, nor his bed.
Zoe.
The na suddenly ca to him, along with mories of the previous night, even the dream-like, surreal experience.
He threw back the covers and looked at his cock. There was nothing unusual about it, no dampness, no sticky sensation.
Instead, his cock felt surprisingly fresh, as if it had been thoroughly cleansed - a stark contrast to his thoughts that what had happened with Zoe, snuggled under the covers and intimately connected to him, was just a fignt of his dream.
But Sam didn’t believe it was just a dream.
Not because he doubted the power of dreams, but because he couldn’t believe his feelings were so far off. He hadn’t been drunk or unconscious.
It wasn’t an illusion. Zoe had done everything perfectly. Not only had she kissed Sam’s cock with her mouth, she had even licked his cum clean with her tongue. That explained the unusual freshness of his cock.
Rubbing his temples, Sam still felt a bit groggy.
Now, it seed the events he had dismissed as a dream were, in fact, reality.
He stood up, got dressed, and as he stepped out of the bedroom, he heard noises from the kitchen.
When Sam erged, a figure ca into view - Zoe, wearing an apron, holding a plate.
She was in a floral dress, exposing her fair and glistening shoulders. Her hair, not tied into a neat ponytail but rather loosely, draped to one side - a temptingly disheveled style.
Sam realized then the allure of this woman. Her deanor was captivating - a face both seductive and gentle, exuding a mature charm. Even in an apron, her bust was prominently accentuated, perfectly sculpted.
Zoe looked at Sam with a smile, pretending as if nothing had happened.
"You’re up? Do you want to freshen up before breakfast? We’ve got plenty of ti," she said.
Sam looked at Zoe’s smiling face, which seed completely normal, as if she harbored no guilt. Still, he decided to ask.
"What happened last night? Why do I feel a bit tired after waking up?"
Sam’s question was a subtle probe and hint, indicating to Zoe that he rembered last night’s events and was not clueless.
However, Zoe’s expression remained unshaken, calmly placing the plate on the table.
"Nothing really. Maybe you’re just tired from yesterday’s activities. Do you need to take a day off?" she asked.
Seeing her reaction, Sam realized that Zoe’s composure under normal circumstances was excellent, capable of maintaining a flawless facade in her act. Her hands didn’t even tremble. Your next chapter is on .Côm
But to Sam, this excessive normalcy seed abnormal.
Sam smiled and decided to change the subject. "I’ll go freshen up. Thanks for the breakfast."
"It’s nothing~ Hurry up, it won’t taste good cold."
"Sure."
After finishing the breakfast Zoe prepared and getting ready to leave, Sam didn’t ask Zoe to see him out, considering her sprained ankle and limited mobility.
She had taken the day off, so she had no reason to go out. As Sam took the empty elevator down, he looked down at his cock.
"This is what you have to endure in the future, you have a great mission ahead. Forge ahead with the burden."
Sam wasn’t a child, so he wouldn’t dismiss last night’s events as a re dream. And Zoe’s attitude today conveyed a simple and clear ssage.
Sam could treat everything as a dream, as her voluntary sacrifice. He didn’t need to dwell on it or feel any responsibility.
But could Sam really accept it so easily and consider it a privilege? Obviously not.
Desires and ambitions constantly expand. If Sam condoned Zoe’s behavior, she might escalate her actions next ti. Eventually, she might want to monopolize Sam, wanting to be the only one to enjoy him.
However, when Zoe gradually realizes that Sam is a Playboy, the entire situation might start to crumble.
This incident brought Zoe and Sam closer, and she even cleaned his cum with her tongue. Yet, Sam felt that the upcoming challenges seed even more daunting.
Stepping out of the apartnt, under the trees in the distance, sunlight pierced through the morning dew and the veins of green leaves, landing on Sam’s handso face.
He smiled. "I like challenges. Life is about winning amidst dangers! And how else can I earn the system rewards if I don’t interact with them?"
...
At Kuhang High School, Sam, as usual, could see several love letters in his shoe locker. This had beco a routine occurrence.
However, as he turned his head, as if by unspoken agreent, he saw her from the familiar angle – the unique girl who was as beautiful and solitary as the moon, and even more self-assured: Sophie.
She seed to never need anyone’s sympathy or understanding, content in her small world. It was hard to determine whether this was a sign of weakness or strength.
Sophie’s deanor was sowhat aloof, but undeniably, she was charming. The multitude of love letters in her own locker was proof enough.
She consistently ignored them. When she caught Sam’s casual glance, she didn’t greet him but rather frowned slightly and murmured sothing under her breath.
Sam couldn’t hear it, but he was sure it wasn’t anything pleasant.
Sophie then turned away, changed her shoes, and walked toward the classroom, followed by the longing and fantasizing gazes of male classmates.
Sam knew that Sophie was enforcing the ’harsh words’ she had previously stated, avoiding further contact with him. Their relationship was to remain at a basic level, which was also what Sam desired.
There was nothing to regret; beauty was but a stumbling block on the path to success.
But what had she just said? Sothing felt odd.
Sam was about to leave when he felt a hand slap his shoulder. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
Louis, brimming with excitent, erged beside him, smiling at Sam. "Sam! You have no idea how brave I was in the ga this weekend, let tell you... Huh? What’s this?"
Suddenly, Louis looked astonished, pointing at Sam.
Sam was puzzled at first, unable to see what Louis was pointing at.
But then, following Louis’s gaze, he realized why Sophie had looked at him with such disdain.
If he wasn’t mistaken, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, there should still be a kiss mark from Angel on his neck.
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