Ho Fei-yu didn't have time to enjoy the silky skin of her arm. He looked at Natsuha, who was pressed against him. He realized why she was angry—his hand had landed square on one of her massive "headlights."
He immediately let go and prepared to apologize. It was an accident, and surely better than her falling on the gravel, right?
But as he looked at her flushed face, he saw her panting heavily. Because they were so close, he could smell her intoxicating fragrance. Her wine-red eyes were glazed with a misty moisture, and she looked... well, like a woman in heat.
Is that a delusion?
What caught his eye most was the string of transparent saliva trailing from her lip to her chin. Did she have a stroke?! he wondered frantically. If it was a brain issue, she needed the infirmary immediately. Crazy Diamond couldn't fix diseases—only "repair" broken things.
"Nngh~" Natsuha let out a soft moan.
"Are you—"
"Pervert!" She tried to swing again, but he was still holding her wrist.
Flooded by his thick, masculine scent, Natsuha—who had never even held a boy's hand—felt her heart hammering against her ribs. A surge of heat rushed through her body, centering in her lower abdomen.
Slurp~ She sucked the saliva back into her mouth and wiped her chin, trying to regain her composure. "Let go of me! How long do you plan on taking advantage of me?" Her voice was shaky.
"Oh." He let go.
She raised her hand again, saw him move to block it, and then huffed, dropping her arm.
"I'll remember you, Ho Fei-yu!" she hissed. She turned, her purple hair whipping across his face, and marched away with her long legs.
"Uh... sorry, can we go now?" the students who almost hit her asked.
"Go, go, go," Ho Fei-yu waved them off irritably. "Unbelievable. You try to do a good deed and get yelled at."
"Exactly!" Yūshin said, having seen everything. She knew it was an accident, but then she saw Ho Fei-yu lift the hand that had just touched Natsuha's breast to his nose and sniff it.
Her temper flared. He's never touched mine, yet he sniffs hers?! "Actually, it is your fault, Fei-yu-kun! Does it smell good? Is it fragrant? I'm telling Hana-nee you took advantage of her and then shamelessly smelled your hand!"
"Wha—?!" Ho Fei-yu was stunned. It was just a reflex! Like scratching your foot and then sniffing your finger just to check.
Yūshin didn't listen. She mimicked Natsuha, turning her back on him and running away. He sighed and chased after her. It took all his persuasive skills to convince her it wasn't intentional. She finally agreed not to tell Hana, but on one condition: he had to kiss her. Ho Fei-yu, "reluctantly" and "under duress," agreed.
Meanwhile, Natsuha was running at full speed. She had practiced Aikido, so a 1,000-meter run wasn't that hard for her. Her mind wasn't full of anger, though. It was full of the memory of his hard body, his scent, and that monstrous thing between his legs.
Why... why is it so big? Are all boys like that? Or just him? The ones in movies aren't that big... if something that huge stirred inside me... would I just black out?
Gulp— I kind of... want to try it.
No! No! Natsuha, what is wrong with you?! You promised Isamu you'd hold hands once he got into this school! How can you be swayed by something so filthy?! Like a slut!!!
She tried to bury the thoughts, but they only took deeper root. She felt like she had to keep running until she was too exhausted to think.