Chapter 5 — One bite, famous throughout the school

How can I relax? All my attention was placed on his body that was close to mine, and his large hand covering the back of my hand. "Concentrate." He seemed to realize I was losing focus, his grip on my hand tightened slightly. "The barrel of the gun is aimed at the target." He led my hand, pointing the barrel of the gun towards a target in the corner of the office wall. "Imagine that it's the person you hate." He guided patiently. The person I hate? Immediately in my mind... it was this man standing behind me! The person who tortured me, teased me, made me mentally confused! "That's right, these eyes." He seemed very satisfied with my reaction, laughing softly. "Squeeze the trigger." Under his guidance, my finger gently placed on the trigger. The cold feeling woke me up. Wait... there aren't bullets in here, right? "Don't worry," he seemed to see through my thoughts, "no gun." I breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little disappointed. "Use force." Following his command, I closed my eyes, used force to pull the trigger. "Click." A soft sound rang out. Uneventful. I opened my eyes, a bit bewildered. "How does it feel?" he asked. “No… I don't feel anything.” “Then let's change it another way.” He finished speaking, let go of my hand, but didn't leave. Which is… Gently place your chin on my shoulder. His breath became closer. "Again." His voice was unusually hoarse. "This time, let's say the beer... is me." "Aim at my heart, shoot once." My heart skipped a beat. What nonsense are you talking about! My whole body was stiff, I didn't dare move. His chin was still resting on my shoulder, his warm breath tickling my cheek. It's both itchy and numb. "Don't dare anymore?" There was a hint of bewitching laughter in his voice. "I..." I almost went crazy. "What do you want to do?" "Teach me to shoot a gun." He answered very matter-of-factly. "By the way... earn some profit." Profit? What profit? "You bit me," he said slowly, "you have to pay it back." Only then did I understand. This man's heart is smaller than the head of a pin! Until now! "I... I didn't mean it!" "I know." He smiled lightly. "So I'll give you a chance." "Or," he paused for a moment, his voice lowered extremely low, "now, here, give me a kiss." "Or, every time I train in the future, it will double." Me: "..." What the hell is this choice! What a blatant threat! I was so angry that I was shaking. "You're shameless!" "Thank you for the compliment." He seemed to be in a very good mood. "Choose." I looked at the target in the corner of the wall, wishing I could see through the two holes in it. Kiss me? Here? In the middle of the day? I can't do it! But if I train twice as much every day... with this devil's tricks, I might die on the practice field. Of two harmful things, choose the lighter one. I took a deep breath, as if I had just made a big decision. "I... I choose the first one." I heard him let out a satisfied laugh. I resignedly closed my eyes, turned my head, and planned to peck his face to get it over with. But just as I turned my head, he also tilted his face. So my lips, without any deviation, were exactly printed on his lips. Soft soft. Warm. It also carries a bit of the cool taste of the ointment. My whole body was stunned. Time seemed to stop at that moment. I could clearly hear my heart beating like thunder. His lips had no trace of being bitten by me, smooth and soft. The place I bit was his lower lip. So... I kiss your uninjured part? So what does this kiss of mine mean? Not paying interest, but... proactively raising it? This thought instantly sobered me up. I forcefully pushed him away, took a few steps back, and looked at him warily. He stood in place, not chasing. He raised his hand, his fingertips gently caressing his lips, exactly where I had just kissed. Those deep eyes looked at me

full of flavor. "Tastes not bad."