"Taking off the pants too?" Sam expressed an incredulous look.
Meanwhile, Angel's cheeks flushed a shade of red, yet she seemed completely oblivious to it all. Her gaze grew increasingly excited, almost eagerly anticipating Sam revealing more of himself.
Moreover, the experience of using time-stopping powers to expose someone's cock, and having them actively remove their underwear, was entirely different.
It's no exaggeration to say that Angel, trying this for the first time, felt an indescribable excitement, even a frenzy.
A sensation she had never felt before enveloped her entire body.
"Of course, for the sculpture with you as the male lead, I need to see every part of you. Why feel shy? You should consider it an honor that I've seen your body."
Angel squinted her eyes, deliberately suppressing her emotions, trying not to let her excitement become too apparent.
But Sam knew all too well that it wasn't just for the sculpture.
All of this was because the female leads in this world were quite licentious, not just Angel and Zoe, but others as well.
Although he had anticipated the outcome from the text messages, Sam believed it was necessary to keep up appearances, otherwise, how could she step into the trap?
Sam looked seriously at Angel. "Not everyone feels honored to expose their cock; I just feel you are invading my personal and private freedom."
Angel squinted her eyes.
"The same goes for you, if you haven't left through that door, you'd better do as I say. While I'm still patient, otherwise, be careful I might do something more outrageous."
Sam seemed to struggle internally, sighing as if resigning himself to fate.
Finally, he unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall naturally, revealing his legs and prominently bulged underwear.
Now only his underwear remained, the last line of defense.
Angel, looking at Sam, calmly said, "Don't stop, keep going."
Sam knew Angel would not be satisfied with just this. He completely removed his underwear.
In that moment, he felt a coolness throughout his body, no longer shielded by anything.
Angel finally saw Sam standing in front of her, the unreserved image she had longed for.
A feeling she had never experienced before ignited in her heart, like a flame burning along the edges of her heart.
Like a delicious dish, fresh and appealing, laid out before her, waiting for her to taste.
Seeing this scene, her hands seemed unsure, almost eager to do more, like touching her own breasts and clit.
To maintain her aloof demeanor in front of Sam, she moved behind the sculpture. It appeared she was working on it, but in reality, her legs involuntarily came together, even beginning to rub slightly.
She tried her best to stay calm, making some detailed adjustments to the sculpture, mainly focusing on the cock.
"Move a bit forward, don't stand so far back."
"Take your hands away, don't cover your cock."
"..."
Due to the reminder in the text messages, Sam had actually prepared himself before coming here. So, standing exposed in front of Angel, he didn't seem too embarrassed, though a bit constrained.
Of course, all of this was to survive, and he had no exhibitionist tendencies.
Sam relaxed his hands, revealing his penile to Angel, utterly candid, almost making him feel like a Greek-style sculpture, exhibiting natural reproductive worship.
But soon, Angel was no longer satisfied with the status quo, or perhaps she couldn't restrain herself anymore and wanted to experience a certain impulse.
"Is this the only state you can be in?" Angel asked seriously.
Sam looked at her curiously. "What do you mean?"
Angel's gaze boldly fell on Sam's cock, her expression somewhat shy.
"Your cock can't just be this limp; it can get hard too, right?"
Clearly, she had other thoughts in mind, no longer satisfied with just these.
Sam widened his eyes at Angel and said, "Of course they can, but... why should they?"
Trying to conceal her excitement, Angel sternly said to Sam, "I'm making an R18+ sculpture, I need to see all sorts of states, hurry up and change!"
Sam looked at her awkwardly. "Sorry, I can't do that."
"Why can't you, are you sick?" Angel's words were always so direct.
Sam retorted, "Of course I'm not sick, but I can't just get hard on command, can I? No man can."
Angel looked dissatisfiedly at Sam. "Then what do you need to change your state?"
Sam blurted out, "Obviously, sexual stimulation, who gets erect for no reason? I'm not a pervert..."
Hearing Sam's words, Angel hesitated.
"Sexual stimulation...?"
She quickly remembered what she had done to Sam while time was stopped. Could it be because of the time stop, the touches then didn't count as sexual stimulation, hence no reaction?
That might be possible, so she thought of something. "What kind of stimulation do you need?"
Angel squinted at Sam, her gaze gradually becoming more dangerous.
Of course, Sam wouldn't say outright. He just turned his head away, "Hard to say... but don't ask for so much, enough is enough, the more you rush me, the less I react... what are you doing?"
As Sam rambled, he suddenly saw that Angel had already taken off her skirt, making him widen his eyes in surprise.
Angel was actually not wearing panties; she only had on a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose.
Her sexy bottom was clearly visible, her plump buttocks forming a deep, narrow groove that curved down to the depths of her thighs.
That would be her vagina, the place men looked forward to the most.
Just as Sam was shocked, Angel had already appeared right in front of him, so close he could clearly smell her scent.
Her full, upright breasts seemed like a dynamic vortex, pulling at Sam's thoughts.
Angel's eyes began to ripple, no longer appearing so cold. "Is this kind of sexual stimulation enough?"
She gently grazed Sam's chest with her nipple, and it was no exaggeration to say that Sam was almost aroused.
But how could he be subdued by Angel's seduction?
Sam immediately leaned his head back, shouting, "How could that be effective, stop messing around!"
Seemingly avoiding in a contradictory manner, and the more he did so, the more it intrigued Angel, as if to make his body betray his stubborn words.
Then Angel stretched out her hand, directly clasping Sam's neck, forcing his head close to her.
"What's the use of hiding? Sam, it seems you're saying one thing but feeling another."
Feeling her body pressing close, the warmth of her body, full of her scent, this was bad, very bad...
He couldn't give in here!
"No, I just think meaningless physical contact is unnecessary, and with your prestigious status, it doesn't seem appropriate for you to be touching me like this."
Prestigious status?
Angel sneered coldly, even appearing more dangerous.
"Because of my prestigious status, any way I treat you is a reward. Just endure it, I want to see just how hard your cock can be."
"Angel..."
"Do you feel nothing like this?"
She lowered her head slightly, her face flushed with a seductive glow.
Her finger, with nails, was gently circling Sam's chest...
Sam was still trying to restrain himself, thinking of horror movie scenes, trying to use that to prevent arousal.
Although the result would be the same, he wanted to prolong the process as much as possible. He hoped to always be the one in control.
"You still haven't gotten aroused?"
"It seems your willpower is quite strong, then how about this..."
Angel's hand left Sam's chest, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt something.
Angel knelt down and cupped Sam's penile with her hands, then opened her mouth and stuffed the glans inside.
She licked them gently, with great enjoyment. While doing this, she looked up at Sam with a seductive gaze.
That was it.
He couldn't hold back anymore!