Chapter 262: Chapter 261.

Chapter 261. Practice Doesn’t Make Perfect. (4/5)

We continued practicing for another fifteen minutes until she complained to herself, “This isn’t comparable at all. Why? How was it so realistic and convincing when you and Alicia did it?”

“Want to call it a day?”

“No. If it’s come to this… the reason I can’t emulate it properly is because I’ve never actually kissed a guy before.”

“Oh? Then why don’t you go force a kiss on the student council president to experience it for real?”

“No way. I can’t possibly do that. Besides, it wouldn’t be a good reference since it would be one-sided and forced.”

“What do you plan to do then?”

She cracked open her eyes and silently stared at my lips.

“Hey, don’t get any weird ide-”

She shut her eyes again and pulled on my collar. Our faces weren’t very far from each other, a small tug was all it took for our lips to touch.

I pushed on her neck and pulled my head back until it tapped on the door. When our lips momentarily parted I tried to get a word in, “What the he-”

She leaned all her weight forward, pushing my hand back against my chest while sealing my lips for the second time. She applied so much force that my arm was enveloped between her breasts. My arm came into direct contact with her bare skin as there were only strings holding her tube top together. Her body temperature was abnormally high. 

Her lips were moist with the black lipstick she had on. I could feel her lipstick stain my lips black. 

I tightened my grip around her neck and applied more force to push her away. My body momentarily froze up when her eyes cracked open a bit and her tongue slipped between my lips and touched my tongue.

At that point, I didn’t hold back. I pushed her away, spun her around, and pinned her back up against the door.

With a glare, I asked, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’ve already got a girlfriend.”

“I wanted to try it… a real one no matter what.”

“That’s it? That’s your reason? You just wanted to try it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you stupid?”

“I was tired of waiting. Saving my first real kiss forever for a time that may never come. I’m sick of that suffocating feeling. I just wanted to get rid of it.”

“So you went and gave your first kiss to a guy you don’t even like?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I… don’t know when I’ll get another chance to… I want to practice more...”

“You’re still saying that? Practice is over.”

“If you don’t help me practice, I’ll reveal everything that just happened to your girlfriend.” She suddenly made that threat.

“Would you like me to reveal everything to the guy you like?”

“Do it then. It’s as you said, with the time remaining, there’s little hope of me succeeding if I maintain the status quo. Since that’s the case, I have to do things differently. I can’t keep twiddling my thumbs. Your plan will likely result in this outcome anyway. If so, screw it. See if I care if you tell him.”

She was correct, it seems I’d made a miscalculation. My plan was a double-edged sword that removed any advantage I had over her.

I was in a bit of a dilemma. Knowing the type of girl Rosa was, this sort of thing didn’t bother her that much. She’d probably say something stupid like, ‘Isn’t it kind of hot?’

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However, to reveal that information to Izora would be strange. She’d be led down a line of questions where she’d likely uncover the truth that I have more than one girlfriend. She could then use that as dirt on me. Without anything to keep her in check, she could do anything she wanted to me with the threat of revealing that to all the other students in the school.

My life would become a nightmare. I was in hot water. How do I avoid this crisis? One way was… to give in here and let her have her way. I could explain the situation to Rosa after. In the event Izora reveals everything to her, Rosa could play out an act to not raise any suspicions.

What if I just walked out right now and immediately explained it to Rosa? Hmm… how would Izora act if I did that though?

“I’m leaving now,” I said heartlessly.

“If you leave, I’ll scream rape. Your fingers have been around my neck choking me for a while now. The signs that someone had their hand around my neck would be visible for everyone to see. You also pulled me out of the main hallway by hand into this area, which would be seen on the security camera footage if reviewed. Who do you think they’d believe?”

It was irritating, but she was right. I didn’t stand a chance if it came down to that. The way she cried back at the university center didn’t help much either, there were eyewitnesses to that scene. I looked like the villain from every angle. 

The story she could spin would be something along the lines of her crying because I was blackmailing her into doing this. If I claimed it was actually because of me rejecting her because I had a girlfriend, that could easily be disproved if things were investigated. If they asked the student council president, it would become obvious that she liked him based on his testimony of her confession to him. If this sort of lie was uncovered, it would give credibility to her claim that I was blackmailing her.

I doubt things would actually devolve to that level, but the fact that the possibility existed was enough to keep me at bay. Getting involved with women was truly the worst.

Would she go so far though? Or was it a bluff? It was a bluff I wasn’t willing to call. Irritated, my grip around her neck increased. 

“Are you planning to leave or stay?” She asked with a slightly pained expression.

I looked her coldly in the eyes and said, “I’ll stay.” 

“J-” She opened her mouth to say something, but I moved in closer and kissed her. I bit her lower lip aggressively and held it in place between my lips as I sucked it in.

Her eyes opened wide as if shocked.

I found her reaction strange and I released her lips.

“What’s wrong, why do you look so shocked?”

“I was… just kidding. I... wasn’t seriously going to force you to if you were really that against it. I didn’t expect you’d suddenly do that before I could say it...” dumbfounded, she mumbled that out.

“Suddenly getting cold feet after threatening me?” I asked, devoid of emotion.

“I… didn’t think you’d take my empty threat so seriously.”

“Empty threat? Is that what screaming out rape sounds like to you? For a guy, it’s not a laughing matter. That single word has unjustly destroyed many guys' lives. Some immature girls think it’s some sort of joke, but it isn’t.” When I heard her call it an empty threat my grip around her neck unconsciously tightened further.

“It… hurts,” she grimaced in pain and clutched at my arm as she just barely squeezed those words.

“Does it now? If you’re willing to play with fire, you should be prepared to get burned.”

“I’m… sorry… I won’t do that again. I… promise.”

Her expression seemed genuinely apologetic and somewhat fearful. When I saw it, I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad.

Haaaaah. Really, what am I doing? She’s still young and immature. She hasn’t even experienced the world outside high school yet. 

She didn’t truly understand. Such allegations could get you fired from your job, kicked out of school, locked up in prison, and make you unemployable for life. That single word had that much weight behind it. For those branded as such a person, the word haunted them for the rest of their lives. It was a blemish that could never be removed. Even if later proven to be a false allegation, irreversible damage would have been done to the person’s life by that point.

My grip on her neck eased and the tense expression on my face softened up a bit.

“Don’t ever treat it lightly by saying you’re just joking when it comes to that.”

“Sorry. I guess practice is over.”

“Yes. Practice is over.”

She closed her eyes, sighed, and said, “Haaaah. I see...”

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