Iola, who had been savoring Viretta’s lips for a while, pulled his face back.

Reluctantly, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, but then licked his lips with his tongue.

From across the way, Viretta stood frozen, as if struck by lightning, with a bewildered expression.

"You were talking about the back of my hand or my cheek!"

Viretta, caught off guard and having her lips stolen, flushed deeply.@@novelbin@@

She had expected a kiss on her hand or cheek, but instead, her lips were taken, leaving her in an unexpected situation that threw her into confusion.

Unable to wipe her lips, she shyly curled up inside herself and murmured, her eyes darting around restlessly. She panted, trying to calm herself, filling her lungs with air and exhaling.

Viretta made no effort to hide her fluster and, in full view of Iola, struggled to steady her heart. Iola, noticing her turmoil, stepped closer and poked her lips lightly with his.

"Though, you didn’t resist."

"That’s a cowardly way of speaking!"

Viretta clenched her fists. Her voice unintentionally rose in volume, betraying her embarrassment.

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