Chapter 262.
<strong>Chapter 262. Practice Doesn’t Make Perfect. (5/5)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">While she had her eyes closed, I leaned in and whispered, “just kidding,” before I stole her lips. Did she really think she could go pushing me around without any repercussions?
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes opened a bit. She seemed surprised, but she didn’t exert any strength to push me back. It seemed she was fine with it as she viewed it as practice still.
<span style="font-weight:400">I sucked on her upper lip and licked at her lipstick with my tongue. It had a strangely sweet taste to it. My tongue was stained ck in the process. She stuck her tongue out and licked my lower lip. I felt the metallic piercing as it slid from under my lower lip up until it pried its way between my lips. The tips of our tongues touched and when it did, her tongue exchanged ces with her upper lip.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her tongue suddenly found itself trapped in a cage inside my mouth because of her ring piercing. I bit down onto her ring piercing and moved my head back. Her tongue was forcibly pulled all the way out of her mouth as far as it could stretch. With my lips around her tongue, I sucked her in until our lips touched again.
<span style="font-weight:400">After a minute where our tongues were intertwined, she pulled her head back and asked with her tongue piercing caught between my teeth, “Cn you be aggre-ive ike before?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this.” When I opened my mouth to respond, her tongue escaped.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not enjoying it. It’s about making it look convincing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How is this not convincing enough? It’s already beyond simply faking a kiss.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t bother to respond and instead pulled on my cor. Our lips locked again. When they did, she removed her right hand from my cor and ced it on top of my hand around her neck. She applied pressure over my hand to create the illusion she was being choked out by me again. With her left hand over my shoulder, she held me tighter up against her body and my arm once again found itself wedged between her cleavage.
<span style="font-weight:400">At first nce, it appeared difficult for her to breathe, but it looked more like she’d entered a strange sort of mood. Annoyed that things hadn’t gone the way I intended, I tightened my grip around her neck. Damn it, don’t look like you’re into it!
<span style="font-weight:400">Wasn’t this simr to that one time with Irene? I was pretty reluctant to be rough with Irene, but right now, I was annoyed with this girl. This idiot was supposed to dislike this, not look like she was enjoying it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Since she thought lightly of rape, I decided to give her a bit of a scare as a lesson. My left arm behind her waist slid over her bare midriff to the front and stopped over her belly, palm pointed down. I applied force to keep her pinned against the door at both neck and waist level.
<span style="font-weight:400">Slowly, every minute that passed by, my left hand inched down a bit more. I was waiting to see fear creep into her eyes… but it never did. When she finally cracked open her eyes, what I saw instead was... a bit of intoxication.
<span style="font-weight:400">Huh?
<span style="font-weight:400">No,e on. You’re supposed to freak out here and say no. Don’t look like you’re eager.
<span style="font-weight:400">What the hell is wrong with this girl?
<span style="font-weight:400">This isn’t how it works in the real world I was familiar with.
<span style="font-weight:400">You like the student council president, you idiot! Is she imagining she’s doing this with him or something?
<span style="font-weight:400">I pulled back a bit and said, “If you don’t stop my hand, you’re going to regret it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You wouldn’t dare do it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? I wouldn’t dare?”
<span style="font-weight:400">My left hand moved a bit further down. The tips of my fingers crossed under the lining of her skirt.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well? Shouldn’t you stop my hand now before it’s toote?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She released my right hand and grabbed my left wrist. When I saw that, I felt internally relieved that she stopped me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sadly, that sense of relief was fleeting, it onlysted a second. My hand was abruptly jerked down without warning. Her right hand slid down the back of my left hand before she used her left arm hooked over my shoulder to pull me back in.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her half-open eyes were hazy as they stared into my own. Her horseshoe piercing on her lower lip left side slipped between my lips as she bit on my upper lip and sucked.
<span style="font-weight:400">I winced a bit from the pain. My teeth sunk into her lower lip with her piercing inside my mouth. A strong metallic vor permeated through my oral cavity. It wasn’t like the piercing on her tongue inside her mouth coated in her saliva, and it tastedpletely different.
<span style="font-weight:400">I pulled on her piercing and sucked her lip in. She slid her lips over dragging her piercing to the corner of my mouth. When her other piercing came into contact with my lips, I let it slide in and took her entire lower lip in.
<span style="font-weight:400">She stuck her tongue out and licked the underside of my upper lip. I could feel the ring piercing in her tongue as it continuously slid from one side to the next.
<span style="font-weight:400">While I’d gotten distracted by our kiss, she''d interlocked her right hand’s fingers between each individual finger on my left hand. She firmly rubbed my palm up against the slit between her legs. With each pass over top that slit, an increasing amount of moisture umted on my palm.
<span style="font-weight:400">This wasn’t good. Not good at all. I knew I had to stop things here, but it was easier said than done to stop a steam-powered train when it was moving at top speed.
<span style="font-weight:400">I released her lower lip and said, “This is far enough.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She let go of my lower lip and stretched her tongue out into my mouth and wrapped around my own in that small opening. I intensified my grip on her neck, but it did nothing to stop her. It instead had the opposite effect and somehow excited her further.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her right hand middle finger rose up and positioned itself directly behind mine on my left hand. When she bent her middle finger both our fingers plunged into the slippery weing slit between her legs. A hot sensation enveloped my middle finger that entered her vaginal cavity.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her misted-over eyes were wrought with desire.
<span style="font-weight:400">Had those unrequited feelings of hers gotten the best of her reasoning? Yes, that was definitely the case, the vulnerability in her heart was what led to the rapid deterioration of this situation.
<span style="font-weight:400">The desire for her feelings to be requited, she desperately craved that sort of happiness. To experience that sensation that eluded her for thest two to three years.
<span style="font-weight:400">If I forcefully pushed her away here and rejected her ruthlessly while she’d selfishly superimposed the student council president’s image on me… what would happen to her?
<span style="font-weight:400">Her heart might break for good.
<span style="font-weight:400">But at the same time, if things went too far… what would happen to her in that case?
<span style="font-weight:400">She’d probably be consumed by an endless sense of regret for her impulsive actions in the heat of the moment.
<span style="font-weight:400">Meaning… the only option I had here was… to bring back her reason without pushing her away or crossing that line. The best way to bring someone who’d lost themselves in their feelings of lust was to satiate that thirst. Only when that momentary sexual craving was quenched would rity return.
<span style="font-weight:400">She desperately wished to be loved.
<span style="font-weight:400">Without much of a choice, I opted to get it over with rather than dragging it on. I moved my left hand on my own and stirred her up while we kissed. My index finger slipped inside beside my middle finger and I spread them out. I repeatedly thrust those two fingers in and out of her body.
<span style="font-weight:400">She couldn’t keep her eyes open and shut them as she drowned herself in the pleasure the stimtion provided her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ahh~” When I gently pinched and rubbed her clitoris between my index and middle fingers, her mouth opened and a moan leaked out. I slid my right hand up the left side of her neck until I reached her ears. I rubbed her earlobe, then yed with her left ear and piercings while we kissed. In the midst of all that, I never relented in my attack down below.
<span style="font-weight:400">With the stimtion added together constructively from these three points all at once, it wasn’t long before the muscles throughout her body violently contracted all at once when she reached her peak.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her left arm over my shoulder hugged me tight as her body convulsed and her eyes rolled back. Her right leg involuntarily raised on its own and wrapped behind my left leg. She bit into my lip as tremors transmitted through her body into my own. Her right hand’s fingers interlocked between my left hand’s and her long ck nails dug into my palm as she squeezed it tight.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her left leg on the ground didn’t have the strength to keep her on her feet. I was stuck in a position propping up the full weight of her body uncontrobly spasming between the door and my body.
<span style="font-weight:400">When those powerful convulsions finally ceased its rampage, I took a small step back and bent down along with her arm she still had hooked over my shoulder. Her back slid against the door until she reached the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">Panting to catch her breath on the ground with her head down, she peeked up at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you back to normal, you depraved closet pervert? You’re lucky I don’t sue you for sexual harassment,” I tried to lighten the mood with a joke.
<span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t respond right away. Silence pervaded the air for a few minutes before she finally opened her mouth and apologized, “Sorry… I… don’t know what came over me just now. I… felt like I… really wanted to feel good. When your hand slid across my skin and stopped down there, it felt like where you were touching was on fire. Not the type that hurt… but the type that felt good. When you choked me, it felt like the choking feeling I normally feel all the time had suddenly disappeared. It was... relieving.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Look, don’t get any weird ideas, it’s called a rebound guy. In your vulnerable state, you’re seeking out anyone who can provide you with the slightest bit of warmth in the cold world you’ve found yourself in. Don’t go deluding yourself into thinking it’s anything but that. The entire time, you were imagining it was the student council president doing that sort of thing for you, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… I don’t know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re just confused. The one you like is the student council president.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. I’d never like you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good. I’ve already got a girlfriend.” I was no idiot, I could tell this was bad. She was beginning to mix up her feelings and transpose them from the student council president onto me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anyway, after this, there should be no further need for practice. The next time we meet up will be the day of the field trip.” By then, any weird feelings of attachment that may have developed from this little event would cool off. So long as she remained close to the student council president every day until then, she’d forget all about what happened here.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you stand?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, my legs feel a bit weak.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I moved to her side, ced my left arm under her knees and my right arm behind her back. I picked her up from the ground and seated her down beside the sink on the counter.
<span style="font-weight:400">I retrieved my jacket from the counter and said, “Then, I’ll be leaving now. You can’t tell anyone about what happened here today.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t wait for her to say anything and immediately escaped while she was currently immobile in the washroom.
<span style="font-weight:400">Today turned out to be an awful day. I’d learned a valuable lesson from it though. Never practice how to fake a kiss with a girl, it doesn’t end well.