In this deserted corner, the atmosphere was gradually becoming strange.
"W-what?! Who, who would like you? I…" The tear-stained beautiful girl's sobbing movements paused. Perhaps the revelation of her secretly hidden feelings caused her previously calmed body to struggle again.
"Don't be ridiculous, I would nev—"
"I didn't tell you that one of the abilities of my Silver Mark is to let me feel your true inner emotions," Alex smirked, flashing a devilish smile. "Makoto-senpai, you can't lie to me."
"..."
It has that kind of ability too?! This, this true emotion thing, isn't that cheating? That's too sly!!
Makoto Himegi abruptly stopped struggling.
"So, I can feel your sadness, hurt, grievance, and… that your hatred for me isn't genuine, is it? Also, regarding the Silver Mark, it seems you don't actually want it removed?"
Seeing her stop struggling, Alex used his finger to lift the girl's smooth chin, raising her delicate, pitiful face to meet her moist and beautiful eyes.
He reached out and gently wiped away the tear streaks on her cheek.
No, I don't! I really hate you! And that hateful Silver Mark! I don't want it at all!
However, Alex's gentle action of wiping away her tears made her heart flutter, striking a soft spot deep inside. The touch on her cheek made her body feel soft, warm, and her heart pound relentlessly.
All those words of rebuttal were left unspoken.
In truth, Makoto Himegi herself hadn't expected such a strong reaction. The awful weekend had already left her in a bad mood, and the events she experienced had suppressed her emotions.
Coming to school early in the morning, seeing Alex with another woman, then trying to vent her dissatisfaction only to be met with cold indifference—this completely broke Makoto, filling her with grievance.
Otherwise, why would she cry uncontrollably?
However, this emotional breakdown and crying allowed Alex to realize her inner thoughts. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere slowly grew strange and ambiguous.
Makoto Himegi felt the boy's finger rubbing her cheek, slowly sliding down, resting on her slightly pale lips.
"Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue…"
Alex spoke in a commanding tone, as if returning to the time of their transaction when he threatened and bullied her. Yet, the voice, when it reached the girl's ears, carried a hint of tenderness.
Why should I open my mouth? What does sticking out my tongue mean? What is this big bad guy planning to do to me now? After all, we're not in that kind of relationship anymore. The transaction is over. Why should I listen to him?!
I should push him away, fiercely refuse, and walk off!
It should have been like that, but Makoto Himegi couldn't utter any of the words swirling in her stomach. She even obediently parted her cherry lips, sticking out her bright red little tongue…
Like a submissive kitten.
Thump, thump, thump—
Her heart was racing.
She watched Alex's face slowly approach, smelling his familiar scent as it enveloped her. Like an Alpha Male, he propped one hand on the wall, closing in on her small tongue.
A nervous Makoto Himegi could only close her eyes, her trembling lashes conveying her inner turmoil.
"Ugh—"
A kiss, a kiss is coming!
Her tongue was bitten, sucked by him, intertwining, rubbing, and getting entangled with his tongue.
"Ugh, Hoo… Mwah, Mmm, mmm…"
Is this a kiss?
Makoto slightly tilted her head, her fair, tender cheeks and neck cradled by him. She began to respond to the lingering, passionate kiss, exchanging saliva with him, licking his tongue, sinking into her first kiss.
This is the first time experiencing the feeling of a kiss…
Oh no! No, no, no, no!! Why is it so pleasurable? Why is it so sweet… Her mind was so dizzy that she could barely remember who she was or what she was doing.
She only wanted to be immersed in this sweet and wonderful feeling forever.
Her heart was melting.
Speaking of which, what am I doing? I was completely done with this bad guy. Why did it turn out like this? Is kissing something you can just do casually? This is my first kiss!
What does this make our relationship? He told me to stick out my tongue, and I did. I obediently let him kiss me, bite me, and do this intimate thing. What does this make our relationship?
I should be pushing him away, I should be stopping him! Makoto's eyes opened a slit. She stared infatuatedly at the boy's face, inches away, feeling the suction on her lips and the lingering tongue in her mouth.
She closed her eyes again, wrapping her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.
Her clumsy movements gradually became skillful. She returned his kiss, sucking his saliva, and swallowing it…
"Makoto?"
A stunned voice came from nearby.
Either Makoto Himegi was too deeply absorbed to notice her surroundings, or she simply didn't care if she heard it. The girl continued to kiss the boy in front of her actively and passionately, the sound of water ambiguous and intense.
Alex heard it. He opened his eyes, glanced sideways, and saw a boy standing a short distance to his right, holding a school bag, staring dumbfounded at him and Makoto.
The trembling pupils and expression of disbelief were clearly visible.
His name was… Kaoru Furuta, right?
Alex wanted to release the girl in his arms, but Makoto Himegi, sensing Alex's intent to leave, wouldn't let his tongue go. She not only hugged him tightly but also fiercely sucked on his tongue.
"Mmm~ Mwah, Don't… Mmm, Mmm, don't go~"
This caused their lips to separate, but the girl still bit down on his extended tongue, sweetly sucking on it in her mouth, muttering incoherently.
Kaoru Furuta's pupils were trembling wildly.
His body shook more and more violently.
"Makoto?" He couldn't believe the girl was his childhood friend. The girl who was French Kissing another boy, actively, vividly, and alluringly, was the Makoto Himegi he liked.
"Makoto, Makoto?"
Huh?
She finally heard someone calling her name. The girl opened her mouth, their lingering tongues slowly separating, a silver thread of saliva stretching between them. Her rosy, slightly swollen cherry lips exhaled an enticing breath.
"Hoo, Hoo… Kaoru?"
Seeing the person, her dazed eyes gradually cleared. Makoto Himegi's eyes widened as her gaze met her childhood friend's. Her expression was one of shock.
Kaoru?
He, why is he here… No, did he see everything?
"Makoto, what, what were you just doing?"
Kaoru Furuta's expression was on the verge of collapse. He tried hard to force a smile, but it looked worse than crying. He looked at Alex, then at Makoto. "What were you two just doing?"
"I…"
Makoto Himegi didn't know what to say. She instinctively looked toward Alex. He looked completely unperturbed. Noticing her gaze, he gave a light chuckle.
Alex chuckled softly, completely ignoring Makoto Himegi's childhood friend, as if he didn't care about his presence. Instead, he casually glanced at the stairwell.
"Makoto, the night your Silver Mark activated, your brother was with you, right?"
"Eh? Mmm…"
What did he mean by bringing that up suddenly?
"Since that's the case, I assume you wouldn't mind if I did something to him?" Alex caressed her cheek. Though he was smiling, his smile was a little dangerous.
"…Mmm."
Makoto seemed to understand something. She stared blankly at the boy's face, reaching up to press his hand against her cheek. Her heart felt warm, and she flashed a sweet smile.
Even though her childhood friend was right there, even though he was the person she used to love, that was in the past.
At this moment, Makoto Himegi no longer cared about anyone else. She knew she had completely fallen into Alex's hands.
"I no longer consider that disgusting man my brother… I won't hate you no matter what you do," She pressed his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm with her cheek.
She just said she hated me the most, tsk tsk.
Alex squeezed her cheek. "Then, I'll leave this situation to you."
This situation, huh…
Watching him walk past Kaoru Furuta, Makoto Himegi touched her Chest. Her gaze toward her childhood friend, after all these days, was complicated. "Kaoru, I'm sorry…"
At this moment, she suddenly understood how Chloe felt when she rejected Yuuto-senpai that day.
The scene was repeating itself.