Why were the results in real life so disappointing?
My lips began to pout as I looked at Luke's face, blank as an empty sheet of paper. His eyebrow slightly pointed downwards, faintly and silently scolding me. He lifted his hand, holding a white handkerchief, starting to tap my damp tears away.
His other hand covered his ear, leaving the other one vulnerable for me to rub. My eyes glinted as I mustered all my strength into my hands, tugging the edge of his ear as hard as I could to get a better reaction.
"It hurts! Softer," I nearly shouted.
My hand immediately grabbed my aching cheek, warding the devilish piece of cloth trying to strip away everything. I held in my tears as my pitiful act was obviously not working out. Instead, my other hand helplessly grabbed my sweater near my heart, squeezing tightly like a loser.
"Isn't that handkerchief dirty now? You should throw that out," my voice squeaked.
'We could come to a compromise! No scrubbing a person's face dry in exchange for not pulling or pinching someone's ear,' my eyes flickered.
'You're going to stop bothering me?' His hand stopped moving.
I nodded, my shoulders unconsciously relaxing as his hand backed off. I was totally not feeling a little betrayed by the author. It was perfectly understandable the author didn't do her research properly. Like how the heck could the route of trying to make someone embarrassed enough to give their permission be realistic?
My hand quickly covered my mouth, realizing I was about to sigh, already close to hanging my head. I had to act fast, before I could change my mind!
My hand pulled out the flowery balm Luke purchased for me, rubbing to spread them on my lips. Throwing the stick back into my inventory, my face leaned closer to his, closer until there wasn't any space left. My lips were on his forehead, his slippery skin leading me to kiss his soft cheek, following the movements of his head. Now, wouldn't there have to be a response to that?
There had to be! I flicked my head back to intensely stare into his eyes, finding his gaze
was slowly boring into mine. My mind blanked out, his hands turning my face towards his desk by the time I blinked several times. Huk! Why was there no response! This face was supposed to be really really pretty.
Was it because I needed to touch more sėnsɨtɨvė places? I already made an agreement not to touch his ears anymore! Why were the techniques my shoujo manga using not working?
My heart clenched as there was one place left I didn't touch. His lips, the holy grail of 'do not touch or you will be doomed.'
Meanwhile, his hand was beginning to search for the handkerchief he left on the table. Telling me I had seconds, no milliseconds to decide my next attack. Meaning, if I was going to go for it, I needed to go all out.
I opened my mouth, and pushed forward to kiss his lips, biting the lower half as gently as I could. My eyes squeezed when I closed them, trying to muster the courage to put more force. Plus, I was really only doing this because I knew where the wet wipes were located inside the dorm room. I could sanitize myself as much as I wanted after I won.
"You guys should get a room," Ethan complained.
A room? Ethan should go inside a tent! Didn't he know how much effort I put in? My method was finally working this time, and I wasn't going to the extent that blood was coming out like the female protagonist. Unlike us, she was a vampire disguised as a student. Plus, I was close to being satisfied from Luke's eyes going large and his hand unable to grab his handkerchief anyways.
"I thought Rika hated Luke," Sienna turned to Shelly.
"She does- ."
"But that! That!"
Her body began to tremble as her gaze landed on my hands, popping the first few buŧŧons of Luke's shirt open. My head lowered to target his neck, brushing his stray hair away. My mouth opened to take a large bite, ŀɨċkɨnġ my lips in preparation. A span of a breath was all I needed, clenching my teeth to lightly pierce his tensing skin.
"Wow," Cillian whispered.
Wow? It was only the start! Well, although the female protagonist did this to suck the blood of the male lead, who said it couldn't be used for another purpose? My legs shifted towards Luke's knees as my teeth left his neck. My head ducked down to kiss his angular collarbones, ignoring even Alex's ears going faintly red beside us.
This had to be enough. My head was empty and running out of energy. My hand began to push his ċhėst away, only stopping to check if Luke was admitting his defeat. My ears waited, expecting something like- huk! My eyes widened as his hand supported my back as his position abruptly moved for his teeth to lightly bite my lips, choosing the effective moves from the start.
Maybe I revealed my cards too fast. My teeth briefly clenched as goosebumps plastered my back, chilling and making my heart beat faster. My legs, arms- they weren't responding to me, absolutely frozen as his hand lowered to tilt my body at a certain angle to reveal my neck, one of the sėnsɨtɨvė spots.
"Are you sure? I forgot to wash that part with soap last night," I nervously smiled.
That was a lie. I was a cleaner person than my previous life because I took both a shower and a bath everyday. But at the same time, Luke didn't like dirty things, and he would literally push me back into the bathroom if I only did either one.
Well, what could I say? We were poor back then and we had to share everything, starting from basic necessities like extra pajamas to blankets. If I were him, coming from a rich family used to having sparkly clean everything, I could have turned out like him, perfectly understandable.
I laid my cheek against his ċhėst, pretending to look troubled. My arm unfroze to have my finger slide across my lips, trying to cover the corners of my mouth tugging into a more natural smile. His face moved back when my legs fidgeted, "I only used water for the entire week."
"I'm sure my skin is full of germs and bacteria and whatnot- ."
"Rika," Shelly loudly whispered.
'Luke already wiped your entire face and neck (not only your tears),' she mouthed.
'I thought he used a handkerchief,' my eyes flickered back.
'It's a famous dirt and makeup remover,' she took out.
It had to be a coincidence. It had to be. I wasn't looking at a yellow handkerchief in her hands with the same ribboned logo, clean stitching and folded lace edges. The exact same as the one Luke had on the table, except it was baby blue and smelled like scented oil.
Wait. Scented oil? Dumb Rika! My shampoo smelled like that. Huk! If Luke could smell the soap, then he knew I lied. I loudly gulped and raised my head, making my hair fall into the air, leaving my neck vulnerable. My heart beat louder as his oddly reluctant face crept closer, his gaze targeting the area behind my ears.
'We have a peace treaty there,' I grabbed his collar.
'Then no sleepover?' His face stopped moving.
'Do you want to die?' My eyes glared.
'I turned my chair towards the blankets,' his hand gestured.
'I'm offering you the chance to give up on your sleepover and go back to gaming or whatever you usually do,' his arms opened.
I turned my head away and crossed my arms. Placing a two layer barrier around myself, I mumbled, "I'm staying."
"I'm staying until- kyaaa!"