CHAPTER 100: WHERE IN THE WORLD DID YOU LEARN TO KISS LIKE THAT?

Mika let out a short laugh, amused by how quickly she’d switched roles.

"Oh? Is that so? And what exactly do you want as compensation for all the pain I’ve caused?"

The moment he asked, Yelena’s face lit up like a child who had gotten her way. She threw the dramatic act away, leaning in close until her lips nearly brushed his, her voice breathless with excitement.

"Kisses! I want you to kiss me all over my face. Every single part, my cheeks, my forehead, my nose. Don’t leave one inch untouched. That’s what I want as compensation."

Mika chuckled, shaking his head with exasperation.

"You really are shameless. This is just you exploiting me. It’s like bumping into someone on the street and then demanding money for emotional damages."

But Yelena didn’t even flinch. Her eyes hardened, her grip on his shirt tightening with dangerous insistence.

"I don’t care. Call it what you want. But I want my kisses, Mika. Right now. And you’re not escaping from it. It’s the least you can do after all the years of pain you put me through."

Seeing how determined she was, he raised his hands in surrender, still smiling, playing along with her fiery demand.

"Alright, alright, fine. If that’s what you want, then I’ll give it. For all the years you missed out, I’ll pay you back." He paused, leaning in with a teasing glint in his eyes. "But what if instead, I promise you anything else?"

"I could take you anywhere in the world, bring you anything you desire, do whatever you ask—you know I can make all that possible, so wouldn’t you want that instead?"

But Yelena’s answer came without a moment’s hesitation. She shook her head firmly, her expression glowing with pure devotion. "No. Not at all. The only thing I want right now...is your lips on my face. Nothing else. Just that."

Hearing this and at the way her eyes shone with love, the way her lips trembled with expectation, he couldn’t help but smile.

But before he could even tease her further she grabbed him by the shirt, shook him lightly, and blurted with impatience,

"Stop stalling already! My face is cold, ice cold! And it needs your lips to warm it up. Hurry up, Mika, hurry!"

Her demand made him chuckle, but he didn’t stall anymore. He slid his palms up to her face, cupping her cheeks with a steady hold, and looked at the bright expectancy in her eyes, those trembling lashes, that tiny quiver of her lips.

Then, leaning forward without another word, he pressed a warm kiss to her lips.

"Kiss!♡~"

The sound she made was half-giggle, half-sigh of bliss, her lips curling against his as she giggled outright. The warmth of her voice vibrated through the kiss and made him smile back.

Pulling back slightly, he raised a brow at her and asked, amused,

"Judging by how you’re giggling like that, it’s obvious you liked that, didn’t you?"

Her eyes glowed, and she nodded quickly. "Yes! Yes, I did, I really did like that, Mika."

Grinning, he leaned in again and brushed his lips against her cheek this time, a soft smooch that made her squirm with delight.

"Smooch!♡~"

She broke into giggles again, hugging herself into his chest. He tilted his head and teased,

"And what about that? You like that as well?"

"Yeah, I really do, Mika!" She clutched at his arms, beaming. "I really, really liked that! Oh darling, you don’t understand how happy that makes me!"

Without pause he kissed her other cheek, then leaned back and kissed her twice in quick succession, smacking little sounds against her skin.

"Kiss!♡~ Chu!♡~"

Pulling away with a mischievous look, he asked,

"And those? You love them too?"

She gasped playfully and nodded with frantic enthusiasm, hugging him so tightly her words were muffled against his chest.

"I love them, Mika, I love them all! Every single one!"

Her arms snaked around his neck, dragging him closer until their foreheads pressed, her voice breathless as she begged.

"And I want to feel them all over, Mika. All over my face, don’t stop, please don’t stop."

"...As you wish, Miss Yelena." He smirked at her desperation, teasing.

And he did what she asked for, he sped up, raining kisses over her face with unrestrained playfulness.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Her forehead, her cheeks, her temples, even the tip of her nose, smack, smack, smack. Each one drew more laughter, more giggles, more delighted squeals from her.

"Ohhh, that feels so nice!" She gasped between fits of laughter, her hands pawing at his shoulders, trying to hold him closer and guide him. "Yes, just like that, Mika, oh God it feels so nice!"

"...So warm, being kissed like this, it’s been so long, so long since I was kissed in such a way!"

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

He chuckled against her skin, feeling her trembling under his lips as he pecked everywhere he could reach, while her hands clutched his shirt like she was afraid he’d pull away too soon.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

"You know...it’s nice to kiss others, and to give kisses." She tilted her head slightly, catching his eyes with a blissful flush and whispered breathlessly. "But it’s so much better to receive them like this. My whole body feels warmer with every kiss you give me."

"...Especially from you. Kisses from you are...they’re unimaginable. They make me feel so good. I love it so much, Mika, I love it."

Her words sent an involuntary throb through his chest, and he found himself smiling despite the ache of restraint he was trying to hold on to. He leaned closer and whispered, his breath brushing her ear.

"Then what about this? Do you like this as well?"

Without waiting, he trailed his lips lower, pressing tender smooches along the side of her neck.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

She squealed and giggled, arching slightly as her fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Oh, my baby boy, I love that as well, I love it so much!" She cried, her laughter breaking into little gasps. "Kiss your dear mother there, keep kissing me there, don’t stop, leave your lips there, Mika, please!"

She said it in such an affectionate, innocent tone, almost maternal in her insistence, but the sultry cadence of her voice, the breathless sighs and soft giggles, made it sound altogether different to Mika’s ears.

Every word, every request vibrated through him in ways he didn’t want to acknowledge, his body warming in ways that were dangerous. He struggled to keep his libido in check, pressing lighter kisses to keep the mood playful instead of letting his own rising hunger slip through.

But Yelena, flushed from all the pampering, suddenly pulled back slightly, her face rosy and her lips parted. She looked dazed from the affection but also oddly thoughtful, like she had noticed something.

Her brows knit as she studied him with flushed cheeks.

"Say Mika, even though...it feels so familiar to be kissed by you." She murmured, her hand brushing his jaw. "It’s changed. A lot."

"Changed?" Mika tilted his head curiously. "What do you mean?"

She bit her lip, her eyes narrowing in scrutiny as she looked him over.

"In the past, whenever you kissed me, it was always clumsy and loose...like you didn’t even know what you were doing. Every time, it made me laugh at how cute it was. But now..." She shook her head, marveling. "...now it’s different. Completely different."

"There’s passion in your kisses, Mika. You kiss like you know exactly what you’re doing. The way you hold me, the way your lips press firm and sure against my skin...it’s like you’re determined to make me feel good."

Her gaze softened into something almost bewildered as she whispered with a smile.

"It’s completely different from before. How...How did you become so skilled all of a sudden?"

In the past, his kisses had only ever made her giggle, little playful touches that never went deeper than the surface. But now...now they were different.

Each brush of his lips sent a warmth spreading through her body, leaving her flushed and tingling all over. She couldn’t help but wonder where he had learned to kiss in such a passionate, tender way—kissing her as though she were the only thing that mattered.

It wasn’t just new to him; it was new to her too, a kind of kiss she had never given nor received before...