A Pretty Girl Has Her First Kiss Stolen By an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 0.1

Kaede Wakamatsu’s world turned upside down.

When she opened her eyes in shock, an unfamiliar, pure white ceiling and the face of her classmate, Shizuku Mizuhara, came into view.

As she tried to sit up from the bed where she lay on her back, Mizuhara grabbed both of her arms, pinning them to the pillow.

Her body froze like a doll glued in place.

It took her a moment to fully grasp the situation—she was being held down by this girl. Mizuhara’s slender fingers touched her cheek. As they traced the outline of her face, Wakamatsu instinctively shut her eyes.

“Wakamatsu, you’re really cute, you know?”

“Huh? Is that… an insult?”

Wakamatsu had a more androgynous look and was often called “cool” rather than “cute.” She wasn’t used to such compliments.

And hearing it from someone far more beautiful than her? It had to be sarcasm.

Though her arms were restrained, she mustered what little resistance she could—glaring at Mizuhara with all the strength in her facial muscles. But her classmate didn’t seem to care. She simply continued touching Wakamatsu’s face.

Her well-defined double eyelids, the straight bridge of her nose, the chestnut-colored semi-long hair flowing smoothly down, her pale skin, and long, slender limbs—Shizuku Mizuhara had everything Wakamatsu didn’t.

“Ahaha, your forehead’s all scrunched up.”

Mizuhara let out a small laugh and used her fingertips to smooth out the crease between Wakamatsu’s brows.

Annoyed, Wakamatsu tried to shake off her hand, but Mizuhara’s fingers simply moved to her ear, tracing its edge.

Having her brow played with was annoying, but now she almost regretted resisting.

Then Mizuhara spoke.

“So… it’s fine, right?”

It was the very same phrase Wakamatsu had said to Mizuhara just before her world flipped upside down.

Despite the smile on her lips, Mizuhara’s face revealed no emotion as she gazed down at Wakamatsu.

That beautiful face came closer.

A soft bite landed on the corner of Wakamatsu’s lips, sending a ticklish sensation through her. She flinched.

“We’re lovers, right?”

Mizuhara leaned over her completely.

Wakamatsu instinctively shut her eyes as Mizuhara’s lips pressed against hers.

The kiss was warm and gentle, lasting only a few seconds before their lips parted.

Kaede Wakamatsu, a first-year high school student.

The first kiss she had protected for sixteen years—was stolen by her truant classmate, Shizuku Mizuhara.