Chapter 262.

Chapter 262.

Chapter 262. Practice Doesn’t Make Perfect. (5/5)

While she had her eyes closed, I leaned in and whispered, “just kidding,” before I stole her lips. Did she really think she could go pushing me around without any repercussions?

Her eyes opened a bit. She seemed surprised, but she didn’t exert any strength to push me back. It seemed she was fine with it as she viewed it as practice still.

I sucked on her upper lip and licked at her lipstick with my tongue. It had a strangely sweet taste to it. My tongue was stained black in the process. She stuck her tongue out and licked my lower lip. I felt the metallic piercing as it slid from under my lower lip up until it pried its way between my lips. The tips of our tongues touched and when it did, her tongue exchanged places with her upper lip.

Her tongue suddenly found itself trapped in a cage inside my mouth because of her ring piercing. I bit down onto her ring piercing and moved my head back. Her tongue was forcibly pulled all the way out of her mouth as far as it could stretch. With my lips around her tongue, I sucked her in until our lips touched again.

After a minute where our tongues were intertwined, she pulled her head back and asked with her tongue piercing caught between my teeth, “Cn you be aggre-ive ike before?”

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this.” When I opened my mouth to respond, her tongue escaped.

“I’m not enjoying it. It’s about making it look convincing.”

“How is this not convincing enough? It’s already beyond simply faking a kiss.”

She didn’t bother to respond and instead pulled on my collar. Our lips locked again. When they did, she removed her right hand from my collar and placed it on top of my hand around her neck. She applied pressure over my hand to create the illusion she was being choked out by me again. With her left hand over my shoulder, she held me tighter up against her body and my arm once again found itself wedged between her cleavage.

At first glance, it appeared difficult for her to breathe, but it looked more like she’d entered a strange sort of mood. Annoyed that things hadn’t gone the way I intended, I tightened my grip around her neck. Damn it, don’t look like you’re into it!

Wasn’t this similar to that one time with Irene? I was pretty reluctant to be rough with Irene, but right now, I was annoyed with this girl. This idiot was supposed to dislike this, not look like she was enjoying it.

Since she thought lightly of rape, I decided to give her a bit of a scare as a lesson. My left arm behind her waist slid over her bare midriff to the front and stopped over her belly, palm pointed down. I applied force to keep her pinned against the door at both neck and waist level.

Slowly, every minute that passed by, my left hand inched down a bit more. I was waiting to see fear creep into her eyes... but it never did. When she finally cracked open her eyes, what I saw instead was... a bit of intoxication.

Huh?

No, come on. You’re supposed to freak out here and say no. Don’t look like you’re eager.

What the hell is wrong with this girl?

This isn’t how it works in the real world I was familiar with.

You like the student council president, you idiot! Is she imagining she’s doing this with him or something?

I pulled back a bit and said, “If you don’t stop my hand, you’re going to regret it.”

“You wouldn’t dare do it.”

“Oh? I wouldn’t dare?”

She couldn’t keep her eyes open and shut them as she drowned herself in the pleasure the stimulation provided her.

“Ahh~” When I gently pinched and rubbed her clitoris between my index and middle fingers, her mouth opened and a moan leaked out. I slid my right hand up the left side of her neck until I reached her ears. I rubbed her earlobe, then played with her left ear and piercings while we kissed. In the midst of all that, I never relented in my attack down below.

With the stimulation added together constructively from these three points all at once, it wasn’t long before the muscles throughout her body violently contracted all at once when she reached her peak.

Her left arm over my shoulder hugged me tight as her body convulsed and her eyes rolled back. Her right leg involuntarily raised on its own and wrapped behind my left leg. She bit into my lip as tremors transmitted through her body into my own. Her right hand’s fingers interlocked between my left hand’s and her long black nails dug into my palm as she squeezed it tight.

Her left leg on the ground didn’t have the strength to keep her on her feet. I was stuck in a position propping up the full weight of her body uncontrollably spasming between the door and my body.

When those powerful convulsions finally ceased its rampage, I took a small step back and bent down along with her arm she still had hooked over my shoulder. Her back slid against the door until she reached the ground.

Panting to catch her breath on the ground with her head down, she peeked up at me.

“Are you back to normal, you depraved closet pervert? You’re lucky I don’t sue you for sexual harassment,” I tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

She didn’t respond right away. Silence pervaded the air for a few minutes before she finally opened her mouth and apologized, “Sorry... I... don’t know what came over me just now. I... felt like I... really wanted to feel good. When your hand slid across my skin and stopped down there, it felt like where you were touching was on fire. Not the type that hurt... but the type that felt good. When you choked me, it felt like the choking feeling I normally feel all the time had suddenly disappeared. It was... relieving.”

“Look, don’t get any weird ideas, it’s called a rebound guy. In your vulnerable state, you’re seeking out anyone who can provide you with the slightest bit of warmth in the cold world you’ve found yourself in. Don’t go deluding yourself into thinking it’s anything but that. The entire time, you were imagining it was the student council president doing that sort of thing for you, right?”

“Uh... I don’t know.”

“You’re just confused. The one you like is the student council president.”

“Of course. I’d never like you.”

“Good. I’ve already got a girlfriend.” I was no idiot, I could tell this was bad. She was beginning to mix up her feelings and transpose them from the student council president onto me.

“Anyway, after this, there should be no further need for practice. The next time we meet up will be the day of the field trip.” By then, any weird feelings of attachment that may have developed from this little event would cool off. So long as she remained close to the student council president every day until then, she’d forget all about what happened here.

“Right.”

“Can you stand?”

“Uh, my legs feel a bit weak.”

I moved to her side, placed my left arm under her knees and my right arm behind her back. I picked her up from the ground and seated her down beside the sink on the counter.

I retrieved my jacket from the counter and said, “Then, I’ll be leaving now. You can’t tell anyone about what happened here today.”

I didn’t wait for her to say anything and immediately escaped while she was currently immobile in the washroom.

Today turned out to be an awful day. I’d learned a valuable lesson from it though. Never practice how to fake a kiss with a girl, it doesn’t end well.