From the start, someone who kisses well is no different from a hard-working member of the National Assembly. In other words—a creature of the imagination.
How could you be good with no experience? The first kiss ended quickly.
‘Is this… right?’
From the partner who looked like he’d lived a debauched life and maxed out his experience bar, there was no particular reaction.
In the end, with a puzzled face, Jioh kept clumsily setting his lips against his—again and again.
Smack, smack…
It must have gone on like that for quite a while.
At first, because he felt a little self-conscious. Then, because he wondered why there was no response.
And now… for some reason, because it made his blood boil.
‘Why isn’t this bastard reacting at all…’
His lips were tired, and he was annoyed. Brow sharply furrowing, Jioh was just about to push himself up from on top of him when—
【…What do you mean, stop now, after all this.】
Too late is far, far too late.
That was the limit of all the patience he had.
He’d waited too long to let it pass with a fond…