A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 14

Friday, April 8

“You sl*t!”

The first Friday of the new year.

Entering Mizuhara Shizuku’s room, Wakamatsu Hanae spoke up first.

Mizuhara turned around with a look on his face as if to say, “What is this?” at Wakamatsu’s sudden announcement.

“It was just a quick kiss, but you’re making a big deal out of it.”

“You idiot! I was the first one to do this!”

“Eh…with that face?”

What do you mean, “that face”? What do you mean, “that face”?

Unlike Mizuhara, I don’t have a face that appeals to men. Wakamatsu’s face, which Mizuhara describes as “cute,” is generally considered to be “cool” and “androgynous.”

“Well, then it was your first kiss.”

Mizuhara Shizuku covered her mouth with her hand and fell silent.

Is he surprised? Is he mocking my lack of romantic experience? Is he feeling sorry? Nothing can be read into this classmate.

To confirm his remorse, he walks over to Mizuhara, who is sitting nonchalantly on the bed.

I leaned forward to look into Mizuhara Shizuku’s face, and she raised her head and our eyes met. From her expression, I could not read any remorse whatsoever.

“I’m sorry, but I’ll take responsibility.”

“Hmm?”

Mizuhara’s face comes closer, and Wakamatsu feels a soft touch on his cheek.

As he stood frozen in shock, Mizuhara Shizuku reached out and took hold of Wakamatsu’s shoulder.

With the weight put on him, Wakamatsu lost his balance and collapsed onto the bed in an instant, just like that day.

“Wow.”

“Wakamatsu, look this way.”

Unlike last time, our lips touched firmly.

Mizuhara Shizuku’s plump, lustrous lips add color to Wakamatsu’s pale lips.

He changed the angle and kissed the corner of my mouth, causing a tingling numbness to gather in my right hip. He bit first my upper lip, then my lower lip, and pulled it in.

“Cute,” Mizuhara Shizuku said, sitting up.

After being given an even firmer kiss than last time, Wakamatsu Hanaka froze in her pinned position.

When he looks up at his classmate on top of him in a stiffened state, his eyes meet those of Mizuhara Shizuku, the one who kissed him. Mizuhara smiles seductively and strokes Wakamatsu’s cheek, saying, “Your face is bright red and you’re so cute.”

What did Mizuhara Shizuku do just now?

The heat from my body gathers in my face.

Looking up, he followed Mizuhara Shizuku’s lips with his eyes.

“Hmm? Want to do it again?”

Mizuhara moves his face closer again, as if to interrupt Wakamatsu.

Mizuhara Shizuku’s long eyelashes touched his cheek, and his entire consciousness was focused there. Every nerve in his body was focused on that tiny sensation, and his eyelids twitched pathetically.

Realizing that her arms were no longer restrained, Wakamatsu Kaede covered his lips with her hand at the last moment. Mizuhara’s eyes widened. Did she never expect that the kiss would be interrupted?

“What are you doing?! Idiot!”

I was embarrassed, but my eyes were teary. I spoke out loud, forgetting that this was Mizuhara’s room.

Wakamatsu got up from the bed and grabbed the backpack that was next to him.

“Hey, we’re lovers, right?

Mizuhara calls out to Wakamatsu, trying to calm him down as he puts his hand on the handle and tries to leave the room.

Certainly, I accepted Shizuku Mizuhara’s confession, “Go out with me.” I even accepted the word “lover.” But that was because I recognized that Shizuku Mizuhara was “asking me with no good intentions.”

Wakamatsu stops.

Perhaps, no, just possibly.

Perhaps there is a discrepancy between Mizuhara Shizuku and me in our “romantic relationship.”

“…How far does a romantic relationship go?”

“Well, hugging, kissing, and $*x.”

She says it simply.

“Huh!?”

This time, he let out a loud, completely crazy yell. He slammed the door he had opened earlier and ran over to Mizuhara Shizuku, who was sitting on the bed.

Mizuhara looks up at Wakamatsu with a puzzled look on his face, as if to say, “What happened all of a sudden?”

“Eh…there’s no way we’re having s3x!”

He grabbed Mizuhara Shizuku’s shoulders with both hands and pleaded with her with a desperate look on his face.

“Why? Wakamatsu, you seem to like being touched.”

“That’s not possible!”

It was too high a hurdle for a relationship that was only in name. Mizuhara seemed amused by Wakamatsu’s growing impatience and laughed out loud before collapsing onto the bed.

My eye is instantly drawn to the sight of her lying down and looking up at Wakamatsu with a sidelong glance. Today, too, we have been attending class in the same classroom since this morning, sharing the same time. The Mizuhara in the classroom and the Mizuhara lying here now seem like two different people.

“Okay, put s3x on hold.”

“It’s not on hold, and I’m not going to do it.”

“Hehe, until Wakamatsu asks me to have s3x with him.”

Mizuhara Shizuku buries her face in the sheets and smiles seductively.

I felt like I was being told something humiliating. There was no way I could say, “Please have s3x with me.” Mizuhara and I are both women, and we’re just friends.

I said bluntly that I was going home, and Mizuhara replied, “See you next week.”

Those were the words Wakamatsu had repeatedly said to her.