Ch.64I Don’t Even Like a Quarter of Someone Like You (1)

I’m not good at science subjects.

I don’t know about math, and I know even less about science.

That’s why I couldn’t understand by what principle Do Hamin’s shadow, who is smaller than me, could cover my body like it was doing now.

Had we finally crossed the threshold of playfulness?

The atmosphere was so different from Do Hamin’s usual self.

His complexion was dark, his tone cold,

and the aura emanating from him made me feel afraid—

too intense to be called mere posturing in this overheated atmosphere.

“Hahaha… M-maybe we should cool our heads a bit? Nothing cools the head better than Zero Lime, you know.”

After dragging me all the way here.

Now that this guy Do Hamin was approaching so aggressively,

I unconsciously became scared, backing away and reaching for the balcony door.

-Thud

But Ban Do-young’s long arm, stretched out to open the balcony door,

was firmly grabbed by Do Hamin’s short arm coming from the opposite direction.

“W-when did you…?”

My arms were definitely longer,

but his speed was so quick I didn’t even notice when he reached for me.

“W-wait… we agreed on no intense physical contact, right? This is breaking the rules.”

“It’s not intense. I’m barely using any strength right now.”

“I-if you’re not using strength, why can’t I move my arm at all…”

It had been just under three weeks since I started kendo lessons with Do Hamin.

Until very recently, this kid who couldn’t even support the weight of my legs or get up from his desk

had now completely subdued my hand with grip strength alone, without even exerting himself.

Right, despite his small height and build, he always had hands bigger than mine.

No matter how much smaller he was than Ban Do-young, he was still a healthy young man.

The basic weight of his muscles and bones was different.

Do Hamin might not have had leg strength, but his arm strength had already surpassed Ban Do-young’s.

And I couldn’t even complain about it anywhere.

After all, I was clearly the one who had trained his arm strength like this.

“Close your eyes. Ten seconds won’t pass before you close them.”

“…”

To prevent me from escaping,

Do Hamin threw my own words back at me,

gradually surrounding me with invisible walls made from my own statements.

You created this situation.

That must be what he meant.

Ah.

So I’m finally taking this step.

Well, if we’re heading toward the conclusion, this is naturally a process I have to go through.

One way or another, I’d have to face this directly.

It’s true that I set everything up, and it’s true that I provoked Do Hamin until he came to me himself.

But now that the moment had arrived, my entire body was freezing up with an inexplicable feeling.

I knew, as someone who had been acting while precariously crossing the line of main heroine Ban Do-young,

This skinship would undoubtedly be an event that clearly crossed the line between Do Hamin and Ban Do-young that we had been maintaining so precariously.

And the person who had to stand at the center of that change and experience that event was not the real Ban Do-young, the main heroine, but me, the fake Ban Do-young who had possessed her body.

To return to my original world, I need to reach the conclusion.

To reach the conclusion, I need to connect with the protagonist, Do Hamin.

And to connect with Do Hamin, whether I liked it or not, I had to continue this serious relationship with him.

Getting a guy to do the dishes.

I thought it would be a simple task.

Surely it would be much simpler than being possessed by an isekai hero to defeat the Demon King,

or jumping into the martial arts world to avenge a master who was wronged by an evil cult.

So why was my body trembling like this?

The answer was simple.

Even if it was a simple task,

I was the one who had to do it in the end.

‘N-now I really have to do this, right? I can’t run away, right?’

Should I roll my lips inward as much as possible before his lips touch mine?

No, such petty tricks aren’t allowed at this point.

Should I scream to call Dad from downstairs?

No, if I did that, my relationship with Do Hamin would be over forever.

No matter how strongly Ban Do-young’s father raised his daughter,

he couldn’t remain calm if he misunderstood and thought his daughter was being mistreated by a boy right before his eyes.

This was a game I started first.

I couldn’t put unfair shackles on Do Hamin.

Besides, even though I provoked him, Do Hamin faithfully fulfilled the promised penalty.

Then it would only be right for me to respond in kind.

“…I closed them.”

I closed my eyes as Do Hamin requested.

I thought I could act like a pure maiden, closing my eyes slightly and waiting leisurely for Do Hamin to come to me,

But contrary to my thoughts, my closed eyelids were tightly squeezed shut.

Perhaps I wanted to avoid a situation where my eyes might open involuntarily when I felt his touch, and our eyes would meet.

“…Stay still.”

“O-okay.”

Even with my eyes closed, I could tell.

I could feel Do Hamin’s upper body getting closer and closer to my face.

I could hear his breathing getting louder.

Sounds at night are much clearer than during the day—I learned that in the military.

I forgot why because I’m a humanities student, but that’s what I was taught anyway.

If he came just a little closer, I might even hear the sound of his heart pounding.

That’s how roughly Do Hamin’s breathing was coming.

‘Ah, I can feel his breath. He’s right in front of me now.’

Here it comes.

This nerd is finally going to take Ban Do-young, the most beautiful girl in this webtoon.

What should I do afterward?

‘Well, you got me there. Haha.’

Should I laugh it off with a hearty, embarrassed expression like it was nothing?

‘That was my first time too.’

Should I subtly stimulate Do Hamin’s heart with such words?

Of course, I only know that Ban Do-young is a virgin, but I’m not sure if this would be her first kiss with a man.

-Tap

While I was wondering what words to start with,

Do Hamin’s thin and petty touch landed on me.

It wasn’t on my lips or cheeks.

The touch from Do Hamin was felt on my forehead.

‘Forehead… Yes, that’s so like Do Hamin.’

Though I was slightly surprised by the unexpected location of the touch,

it made sense when I considered that it was Do Hamin.

He probably didn’t have the courage to put his lips on my mouth or cheek.

I understand. This must be his first physical contact with someone of the opposite sex.

Even if a forehead kiss might seem like nothing to some people,

for Do Hamin, it would be a big step in his own way.

‘Phew…’

I secretly let out a deep sigh of relief inside my heart, hidden from Do Hamin.

I felt a sense of disappointment, but also relief at the same time.

Even though I set everything up and laid it all out for you,

you would never cross the line into an inappropriate relationship just like that, Do Hamin.

Yes, even if the school’s most beautiful girl was standing there with her eyes closed,

you wouldn’t have the guts to just dive in for her lips—otherwise you would have had your first kiss and first experience long ago.

‘By the way, Do Hamin, why are your lips so cold? I was the one drinking the Zero Lime.’

Was it because both our body temperatures had dropped slightly while we were outside?

The touch on my forehead was slightly cold and moist, as if it held some humidity.

Is the night still chilly even though spring has come?

Or is his body temperature regulation not working well since he just woke up?

No, as far as I knew, Do Hamin had a warm-bodied constitution.

Even when we first met, he was sitting unfazed in the morning wind that was almost like a winter breeze, and when he sprinted full speed from the classroom to the school store, his shirt was drenched in sweat.

Even if he had just woken up and his body temperature wasn’t regulated,

he had been under my blanket on my bed until just before falling asleep.

There should have been a lingering warmth if anything,

not this cold sensation.

So what was this cold touch?

-Squeak

While I was worrying about Do Hamin’s health condition due to the unusually cold sensation,

the touch on my forehead moved downward.

‘This bastard isn’t writing his name with kisses on my forehead, is he…?’

The sensation sliding down felt sharp in a way that couldn’t possibly be part of a human body.

Even if he were pressing his pinky finger—the thinnest part at the edge of the body—against my forehead, it would feel blunter than this sensation.

Yes, it was definitely not a sensation that could be felt from human lips.

‘What on earth is this… Something thin and sharp… moist, cold, with a slightly fishy smell…’

It wasn’t painful or stinging,

but as that something, which I could definitely identify as an alien sensation, gradually filled the sensory space of my forehead,

the 10 seconds that Do Hamin had specified passed.

“…Hey.”

And the moment I opened my eyes,

I could identify the source of the sensation that had been filling my forehead in the object held in Do Hamin’s hand.

“…What is this?”

“…Ah. What do they call it? I forgot the name, but it’s some kind of challenge.”

“…”

“Y-you brought this on yourself! You started the game first, and this was the penalty you agreed to take!”

Startled by my lowered voice, Do Hamin put the marker pen in his pocket and shouted at me.

“N-now you know how it feels to be on the receiving end, right? Don’t think I’ll always just go along with your pranks…! I won’t keep the score at n:0 forever…! From today, the score is n:n…!”

“Haah….”

“S-sorry… Was I too harsh…? But at least it’s water-based, not permanent, so it should wash off right away…”

“You fucking idiot, I told you to kiss me!”

“Eeeek!”

Ugh, this nerd, seriously.