Chapter 261.


    <strong>Chapter 261. Practice Doesn’t Make Perfect. (4/5)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">We continued practicing for another fifteen minutes until sheined to herself, “This isn’tparable at all. Why? How was it so realistic and convincing when you and Alicia did it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Want to call it a day?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. If it’se to this… the reason I can’t emte it properly is because I’ve never actually kissed a guy before.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Then why don’t you go force a kiss on the student council president to experience it for real?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way. I can’t possibly do that. Besides, it wouldn’t be a good reference since it would be one-sided and forced.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you n to do then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She cracked open her eyes and silently stared at my lips.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, don’t get any weird ide-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She shut her eyes again and pulled on my cor. Our faces weren’t very far from each other, a small tug was all it took for our lips to touch.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I pushed on her neck and pulled my head back until it tapped on the door. When our lips momentarily parted I tried to get a word in, “What the he-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She leaned all her weight forward, pushing my hand back against my chest while sealing my lips for the second time. She applied so much force that my arm was enveloped between her breasts. My arm came into direct contact with her bare skin as there were only strings holding her tube top together. Her body temperature was abnormally high.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her lips were moist with the ck lipstick she had on. I could feel her lipstick stain my lips ck.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I tightened my grip around her neck and applied more force to push her away. My body momentarily froze up when her eyes cracked open a bit and her tongue slipped between my lips and touched my tongue.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At that point, I didn’t hold back. I pushed her away, spun her around, and pinned her back up against the door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With a re, I asked, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’ve already got a girlfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wanted to try it… a real one no matter what.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s it? That’s your reason? You just wanted to try it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you stupid?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was tired of waiting. Saving my first real kiss forever for a time that may nevere. I’m sick of that suffocating feeling. I just wanted to get rid of it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So you went and gave your first kiss to a guy you don’t even like?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re an idiot.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I… don’t know when I’ll get another chance to… I want to practice more...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re still saying that? Practice is over.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you don’t help me practice, I’ll reveal everything that just happened to your girlfriend.” She suddenly made that threat.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Would you like me to reveal everything to the guy you like?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do it then. It’s as you said, with the time remaining, there’s little hope of me seeding if I maintain the status quo. Since that’s the case, I have to do things differently. I can’t keep twiddling my thumbs. Your n will likely result in this oue anyway. If so, screw it. See if I care if you tell him.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was correct, it seems I’d made a miscalction. My n was a double-edged sword that removed any advantage I had over her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was in a bit of a dilemma. Knowing the type of girl Rosa was, this sort of thing didn’t bother her that much. She’d probably say something stupid like, ‘Isn’t it kind of hot?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">However, to reveal that information to Izora would be strange. She’d be led down a line of questions where she’d likely uncover the truth that I have more than one girlfriend. She could then use that as dirt on me. Without anything to keep her in check, she could do anything she wanted to me with the threat of revealing that to all the other students in the school.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My life would be a nightmare. I was in hot water. How do I avoid this crisis? One way was… to give in here and let her have her way. I could exin the situation to Rosa after. In the event Izora reveals everything to her, Rosa could y out an act to not raise any suspicions.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What if I just walked out right now and immediately exined it to Rosa? Hmm… how would Izora act if I did that though?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m leaving now,” I said heartlessly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you leave, I’ll scream rape. Your fingers have been around my neck choking me for a while now. The signs that someone had their hand around my neck would be visible for everyone to see. You also pulled me out of the main hallway by hand into this area, which would be seen on the security camera footage if reviewed. Who do you think they’d believe?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was irritating, but she was right. I didn’t stand a chance if it came down to that. The way she cried back at the university center didn’t help much either, there were eyewitnesses to that scene. I looked like the viin from every angle.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The story she could spin would be something along the lines of her crying because I was ckmailing her into doing this. If I imed it was actually because of me rejecting her because I had a girlfriend, that could easily be disproved if things were investigated. If they asked the student council president, it would be obvious that she liked him based on his testimony of her confession to him. If this sort of lie was uncovered, it would give credibility to her im that I was ckmailing her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I doubt things would actually devolve to that level, but the fact that the possibility existed was enough to keep me at bay. Getting involved with women was truly the worst.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Would she go so far though? Or was it a bluff? It was a bluff I wasn’t willing to call. Irritated, my grip around her neck increased.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you nning to leave or stay?” She asked with a slightly pained expression.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I looked her coldly in the eyes and said, “I’ll stay.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“J-” She opened her mouth to say something, but I moved in closer and kissed her. I bit her lower lip aggressively and held it in ce between my lips as I sucked it in.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes opened wide as if shocked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I found her reaction strange and I released her lips.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s wrong, why do you look so shocked?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was… just kidding. I... wasn’t seriously going to force you to if you were really that against it. I didn’t expect you’d suddenly do that before I could say it...” dumbfounded, she mumbled that out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Suddenly getting cold feet after threatening me?” I asked, devoid of emotion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I… didn’t think you’d take my empty threat so seriously.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Empty threat? Is that what screaming out rape sounds like to you? For a guy, it’s not aughing matter. That single word has unjustly destroyed many guys'' lives. Some immature girls think it’s some sort of joke, but it isn’t.” When I heard her call it an empty threat my grip around her neck unconsciously tightened further.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It… hurts,” she grimaced in pain and clutched at my arm as she just barely squeezed those words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Does it now? If you’re willing to y with fire, you should be prepared to get burned.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m… sorry… I won’t do that again. I… promise.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her expression seemed genuinely apologetic and somewhat fearful. When I saw it, I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaah. Really, what am I doing? She’s still young and immature. She hasn’t even experienced the world outside high school yet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t truly understand. Such allegations could get you fired from your job, kicked out of school, locked up in prison, and make you unemployable for life. That single word had that much weight behind it. For those branded as such a person, the word haunted them for the rest of their lives. It was a blemish that could never be removed. Even ifter proven to be a false allegation, irreversible damage would have been done to the person’s life by that point.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My grip on her neck eased and the tense expression on my face softened up a bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t ever treat it lightly by saying you’re just joking when ites to that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry. I guess practice is over.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Practice is over.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She closed her eyes, sighed, and said, “Haaaah. I see...”