I Quit Being The Male Lead's Rival {COMPLETED}

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Qualifications of the Mind (2)

As the rush of kissing had subsided slightly, I gasped and asked.

"You, why are you so good?"

"I'm usually good at anything. Especially if I use my body."

Sadly, there was nothing to say.

I muttered, trying to somehow catch the lost reason.

"Kissing someone who isn't even my lover..."

This was what people like me did.

Ian asked, whispering against my lips.

"Does that bother you?"

"As long as I won't get caught."

I answered honestly.

"It's fine. But you..."

I felt like I had done something very bad.

Was it because I brought up the kiss story first, or was it because I kissed him first?

Apparently it was me.

It was as if a villain girl had seduced an innocent schoolboy.

"Something does bother me."

Ian's fingers parted through my hair. The gesture that brushed it behind my ear made me heat up once more.

"The fact that you are drunk..."

I answered it with ease.

"It's okay. My consciousness is there. What?"

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, then smiled.

"Now you can't say that I am a gentleman."

Then, once again, his lips swallowed mine. I grabbed his collar tightly and accepted him once again.

'No more role model student...'

Ian has always been a neat and ascetic man who lived a good life.

So I thought it would be over soon after kissing him for a while, but I never knew he'd push me like this.

"You have to close your eyes."

Ian spoke like an adult.

"It's embarrassing."

It was clear that he was in control of the situation, but his voice was very quiet.

I too was barely standing in the heat I felt for the first time in my life.

Closing my eyes for once seemed like good advice.

It was because I thought that if I kept looking at his hot face that rushed to me, I would do even worse.

'I'm drunk and a little impulsive, but... Still, I'm sane.'

I trusted myself and slowly closed my eyes.

Because Ian was a man who was overflowing with trust and the person who was more dangerous now was me.

'I'm not going to cross a bigger line. Even though I drank some alcohol, I am still conscious.'

After thinking about it for a while, it was time to open my eyes.

I was startled to see the face of Ian nearby.

His face was so hot that he couldn't control his gasping breath. He had a distorted face as if his soul had been completely engulfed by desire.

"Ian?"