Kiss

"W-What remuneration?" I suppressed my anxiety and pretended that everything was normal as if it weren't my ears that were red.

"Well…" Lancera's lips curved slightly. "The thing is…"

I found myself mesmerized by the shape and curve of her lips. So plump and pretty! They must be very soft…

Indeed…

Every part of Lancera was perfect, but her lips, they looked otherworldly. If it weren't for the fact that we lived together and I knew about her daily routines—which she didn't have— I would've thought that she was like me, doing my skin routines thrice a day, perfecting my hair and makeup for over an hour each day before class…

But no, the southern princess had little to no knowledge on the beauty secrets of women, only knowing the surface. The roguish brat woke up eight-thirty in the morning, just thirty minutes before morning classes, and her sole reason was to accompany me to breakfast!

She was the type of person to finish freshening up in minutes, perfect her hair in zero milliseconds, and dress in her uniform in five seconds.

And the thing is… Everyone thinks that she is so organized and responsible!

They're all being tricked by her!

Her and her pretty little lips!

I pouted.

Upon thinking so much off-topic, my nervousness had subsided, and I was ready to fight once more!

"Hey! Hurry up!" I spoke haughtily, ready to turn my back against Lancera while flipping my hair—a classic move that I've always wanted to try. "I don't have all da— kya!"

The damned brat pulled me back and looked me right in the eye, her hands gripping my shoulders.

I could hear her breath, and upon seeing her slightly flushed face, I felt my own face flare up.

W-W-W-W-Wh-

I lost control of my thoughts as my mind suddenly recalled once again a certain scene in the certain novel that I didn't read.

"H-Hey! W-W-W-What are you doing?!" I blocked my face with one hand and tried to push her away with the other. "H-H-Holding hands is BARELY acceptable… b-but, no k-k-k-k-k-k-kiss!"

As I finished my words, my face grew to a even brighter shade of red-- an unhealthy shade.

Oh, damn it!

W-Why isn't she saying anything?

IT'S SO EMBARRASSING!

"Kiss?" She murmured by my ear.

F*CK.

"N-No!" I cried, and at the critical moment, my foot, the ultimate weapon at my disposal, was ready to charge once more.

"Kiss? I-I… I wasn't gonna request a kiss… I-I wanted to… yelp!" Lancera was ruthlessly cut off as her toes were once again attacked.

Bending down to hug her foot, the girl whimpered like a frightened puppy, her dark hair spilling onto the road.

N-N-Not a kiss? I stood dazed.

F*CK.

The curse before wasn't the real curse.

This is the real one.

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DAMN IT.

I really want to hide in a hole right now.