Life Without Her Love=Death

"Eh? I thought I saw a leaf on your head… I couldn't possibly allow something like that to stay on your lovely golden hair without your permission, right? What if the leaf was poisonous?"

I grinned as Asura gawked at me—unable to rebut my unbelievable excuse of a logic.

No, I don't care if my words are believable or not. The main point is that my third attack worked wonders, allowing me to pry open Asura's heart just a little wider, and that's all that matters.

Just look at the way she was looking at me with her crystal blue eyes—filled with indignation and innocent embarrassment.

Resisting my urge to squeeze her tight then and there, I smirked and whispered, "So, what was the reason I can't hold your hands? 'm'- what?"

"M-M-M-mm..." Asura stammered, her eyes flitting away in a panic. Her hands were first clutching the royal blue fabric of her skirt, but as time passed, she awkwardly rubbed her chin—perhaps mimicking those great detectives who said such an action had magical effects for clear thoughts.

I observed her. It was an interesting scene, where she quietly pondered over the question as if she was a great philosopher who was asked to answer whether humans were good or not.

But you see, I must say my part before she remembers the answer. If done correctly, I'd be walking home today with a new lover in my arms!

I smoothed over my raven black hair and cleared my throat. "You see..."

"People might misunderstand!" Asura shouted out, her eyes squeezed shut.

Her figure was trembling violently as she suddenly opened her eyes to frantically sweep over the clearing.

At that moment, I knew what she was looking for— or rather, what she was afraid to see.

I also realized that I had overlooked something critical as I had planned my plan to seduce Asura.

People.

Asura has always been scared of how others saw her. She says she likes hearing compliments from her fans because they're sincere, but I think the true reason is that she's just relieved that her fans like her and not dislike her.

Suddenly, a sense of betrayal washed over me.

Why were other people's opinions so important? Are they more important than your happiness? Are they more important than my embrace?

And like the manipulative witch that I am, I started crying.

Asu is weak to tears, so maybe by crying, she'll give up her resistance?

If I cry, will she pity me and hug me?

"Asu…" my lower lip trembled. "I… I like you so much… and I don't care if other people misunderstand. You are such a magnanimous person… why do you care so much about what others think? You can ignore me and dislike me… but… but you can't ask me to stop showing you affection, right?"

Oh, what I said were riddled with lies (besides my first sentence). How could I live if Asu ignored me and disliked me? I'd die.