A Pretty Girl Has Her First Kiss Stolen By an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 2.2

April 8 (Friday)

“You pervert!”

It was the first Friday of the new school year.

As soon as she stepped into Shizuku Mizuhara’s room, Kaede Wakamatsu shouted at the top of her lungs.

Mizuhara turned around with a puzzled look, as if to say, “What’s all this about?”

“You’re overreacting. It was just a little kiss.”

“You idiot! That was my first!”

“Wait… with that face?”

What does that even mean—”with that face”?

Unlike Mizuhara, Wakamatsu didn’t have a face that was particularly popular with guys. While Mizuhara called her “cute,” most people would describe Wakamatsu as “cool” or “androgynous.”

“Oh wow, so that was your first kiss?”

Mizuhara covered her mouth with her palm and fell silent.

Was she surprised? Was she mocking Wakamatsu’s lack of experience? Or was she actually feeling guilty?

Wakamatsu couldn’t read anything from her expression.

Determined to see if Mizuhara was truly sorry, she stepped closer to where Mizuhara was casually sitting on the bed.

Leaning forward, she peered into Mizuhara’s face. Mizuhara looked up, their eyes meeting.

There was not a hint of regret in her expression.

“Sorry about that, but I’ll take responsibility.”

“Huh?”

Before Wakamatsu could react, Mizuhara leaned in and pressed something soft against her cheek.

Frozen in shock, she barely noticed Mizuhara’s arms reaching out, hands resting on her shoulders.

With a slight push, Wakamatsu lost her balance and, just like that day, ended up falling onto the bed.

“Whoa!”

“Wakamatsu, look at me.”

This time, their lips met properly.

Mizuhara’s plump, glossy lips brushed against Wakamatsu’s pale ones, leaving a faint tint.

She changed angles, pressing kisses along the corner of her lips.

A tingling heat pooled at Wakamatsu’s right hip.

Her upper lip was gently nibbled, then her lower lip, pulled slightly before being released.

“Cute,” Mizuhara murmured before pulling away.

This time, the kiss was much deeper than before.

Wakamatsu lay there, completely frozen.

She looked up at Mizuhara, the very person who had just kissed her.

Mizuhara smirked, stroking Wakamatsu’s burning cheek.

“Your face is so red. Cute.”

What… did Mizuhara just do?

All the heat in her body rushed to her face.

Her eyes followed Mizuhara’s lips as they moved.

“Hmm? Do you want another one?”

Before Wakamatsu could respond, Mizuhara leaned in again.

Her long eyelashes brushed against Wakamatsu’s cheek, sending shivers down her spine.

Every nerve in her body focused on that tiny sensation.

Her eyelids trembled involuntarily.

Realizing her arms were now free, Wakamatsu barely managed to cover her mouth with her hands just in time.

Mizuhara blinked in surprise.

Did she not expect to be stopped?

“What the hell?! You idiot!”

Her voice trembled with embarrassment, her eyes on the verge of tears.

Forgetting that she was in Mizuhara’s room, she shouted louder than she intended.

She sat up and grabbed her backpack.

“Hey, we’re dating, you know?”

As Wakamatsu reached for the door handle, Mizuhara called out in a soothing voice.

It was true—Wakamatsu had agreed to Mizuhara’s confession. She had accepted the term “girlfriend.”

But that was only because Mizuhara had admitted that this was just a “favor without feelings.”

Wakamatsu stopped in her tracks.

Wait.

Could it be?

Or rather, wasn’t it obvious?

Did they have completely different ideas of what a “relationship” meant?

“…What exactly does being in a relationship include?”

“Well, hugging, kissing, and… you know.”

She said it so casually.

“What?!”

This time, Wakamatsu let out a full-on scream.

Slamming the half-open door shut, she stormed back toward Mizuhara, who was still sitting on the bed.

Mizuhara looked up with a clueless expression, as if wondering, “What’s wrong now?”

“Th-there’s no way we’re doing… that!”

Grabbing Mizuhara’s shoulders, Wakamatsu stared at her desperately.

“Why not? You seem to like being touched.”

“I do not!”

This so-called “relationship” was way too intense.

Mizuhara, clearly amused by Wakamatsu’s flustered state, burst into laughter and flopped back onto the bed.

Lying down, she glanced up at Wakamatsu with a teasing smirk.

For a moment, Wakamatsu found herself captivated.

Just this morning, they had sat in the same classroom, gone through the same school day.

The Mizuhara lying here now felt like a completely different person.

“Fine. We’ll put that on hold.”

“It’s not on hold! It’s never happening!”

“Fufu, until you say, ‘Please do it,’ huh?”

Mizuhara buried her face in the sheets, chuckling mischievously.

Wakamatsu felt like she had just been humiliated.

Like hell she’d ever say something like that.

She and Mizuhara were both girls. They were just friends.

“I’m leaving,” she muttered bluntly.

“See you next week,” Mizuhara replied.

It was the same phrase Wakamatsu had always said to her before.