Chapter 57: It Actually… Happened! A Forced Kiss!

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【Option Confirmed.】

【You Chose—— Option B: Get a forced kiss from Miura.】

【Selection Successful!】

And then?

Wait, was the System really going to give out a prize?

He wasn’t actually interested in a brainless queen-type character like Miura.

But… to show respect, Himekoji stood in the middle of the tennis court. One hand in his pocket, leg jiggling nervously as he waited.

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“Yumiko, where are you going?”

“Did you leave something on the tennis court?”

“Hey, wait for us! Why are you walking so fast all by yourself?”

Starting just moments ago, Miura had suddenly acted strangely. Without a word, she turned back. She left the group and strode purposefully toward the tennis courts.

She was the center of her group. The queen of their little circle. Everyone orbited around her. So now, the large group that had just left swarmed back toward the tennis courts in droves.

Stepping onto the tennis court, Miura turned her head mechanically, scanning the area. Her gaze finally locked onto Himekoji standing in the center.

Then, she started walking toward Himekoji Akito.

“Wait, Yumiko.”

Hayama beside her instinctively grabbed her arm.

“A loss is a loss. Taking revenge after the match isn’t good sportsmanship.”

Hayama frowned as he tried to reason with her.

From his perspective, he thought Miura remembered her failure during the tennis match halfway back. She couldn’t swallow the loss. So now she stormed back to challenge Himekoji.

But Miura didn’t respond to Hayama’s gentle persuasion at all.

She just blankly, expressionlessly, shook off his hand holding her. Clean and swift.

“Huh?”

“Eh?”

Her followers gasped together in surprise behind her.

What’s with that attitude?

…

Step by step, Miura walked toward Himekoji in the center of the court.

“Ah… I get it now…”

Himekoji Akito, who’d been waiting all this while, understood what was happening.

So, the next moment, he shook his head in deep disapproval.

Miura’s eyes showed no emotion at all. Blank and dull. The girl’s stiff, mechanical movements heading straight for him? Definitely the System’s work.

Hmph! Getting forcibly kissed by some puppet? How lame!

If you’ve got guts, make her fall in love with me! Make her kiss me from genuine feelings! Wild, unstoppable feelings!

But guess what? You can’t do it! Making someone truly like me? You just can’t do it!

Lousy System! Trash!

【Ding!】

【New Task Triggered!】

【Make Miura Yumiko forcibly kiss you first. (Note: The kiss MUST come from Miura’s genuine will. Using skills, items, or the System’s direct help renders it invalid!)】

【Time Limit: None.】

【Reward: It’s a surprise, so secret!】

Himekoji: “…”

He’d just finished complaining when this task popped up. He instantly felt speechless.

Hey, is this your idea of getting someone to like me?

Half-heartedly give a task and that’s it? So sloppy!

Thankfully this task had no time limit and no punishment. Otherwise, Himekoji would definitely be done with this stupid System for good!

While Himekoji’s mind raced through these thoughts, Miura Yumiko had already numbly reached him.

Through the crowd, across the tennis court. The girl walked straight toward him without stopping once.

Ten meters away… became five… became three… became one…

Finally, she stopped right in front him. Face to face. Extremely close. Suddenly, she rose onto her tiptoes, tilted her face up, and pressed her entire body against him without warning.

Miura’s hands, nails painted bright red, suddenly wrapped around Himekoji Akito’s neck.

He could smell the perfume on her. Right under his nose. Exactly what you’d expect from someone like her.

He could see her carefully made-up, admittedly pretty face, up close.

He could hear loud, shocked screams coming from the distant crowd.

Could he…

Could he really accept this? A forced kiss completely controlled by the System?

Himekoji suddenly started hesitating.

Right, at this moment. He needed to confess something to everyone. Himekoji Akito’s first kiss? Still intact!

This was a family heirloom first kiss! Precious!

So, when the forced kiss started seriously happening right in front of him, Himekoji—panicked!

“W-Wait! Miura! Snap out of it! D… Don’t…”

Himekoji tried to stop it on instinct. His hands flailed against the girl’s pressing body, trying desperately to push her away.

But somehow, Miura — probably hypnotized by the System — had become absurdly, unreasonably strong!

Himekoji pushed against her chest, resisting! He even pushed so hard her full, noticeably ample chest deformed under the pressure! That was strong enough, right? Yet her body remained firmly pressed against his. It didn’t move one inch…

No, in fact, it felt like she pressed even closer? “Intimately glued together,” maybe?

Miura seemed intent on merging her whole body into Himekoji Akito’s chest.

And at the same time… those vivid, red lips began a fiercely aggressive final assault on him.

Hold on! Who’s attacking whom here?!

Right before his eyes, those thin, charming lips kept getting closer and closer.

They parted slightly. Looking thirsty for moisture. So wet and vivid. As if they were made just for kissing.

They looked… fragrant… tempting… Making him almost… just let it happen and enjoy the taste… Freebie anyway…

BUT!

This scene happened only because the System forced it! Just like hypnotic mind control! That made it way too creepy!

“Sto-Stop it! No! Stop… your mouth… mouth…”

His voice stopped abruptly.

Himekoji’s next words got abruptly cut off and shoved back down his throat.

Shoved back by a sudden, abrupt imprint of “warm wetness.”

And so, in that instant, right in the middle of the tennis court, a scene explosive enough to make your eyeballs pop played out—

Himekoji Akito got forcibly kissed, without any words exchanged, by Miura Yumiko.

In full view of everyone. Under the eyes of Yukinoshita… Yuigahama… Hikigaya… Totsuka… Hayama…

Yep. Forcibly kissed. “Got forcibly kissed.”

Passive voice…

Ungh… Give me back my pride as a man!

Himekoji didn’t even have time to savor the feel of those soft lips. His first overwhelming emotion was… pure humiliation.

“Click!”

“Click! Click!”

Camera flashes lit up brightly. The clicking sounds of camera shutters echoed back and forth across the tennis court.

Hey! Hey! Hey! How are all your photography skills so slick?!

Why are you even here? Why go to school? Quit now and become paparazzi already!

Himekoji suddenly felt like dying—

Despite her dense head and rotten personality, Miura was undeniably one of Toyonoshi Academy’s most popular girls. The zenith of female “normies” here.

If these photos got out? They’d definitely earn Himekoji Akito endless hatred…

Sigh. His school life was hard enough already. Couldn’t people just let him live his quiet, ordinary days?!

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He had casually chosen Option B out of sheer novelty. Himekoji Akito now deeply regretted it.

Knowing how it would turn out… should he have picked Option A?

That way, at least the initiative would be in his hands.

If he was going to forcibly kiss someone… he could have at least picked a quiet, secluded spot!

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“H-How… How could this happen?” Yuigahama gasped in shock, hand clasped over her mouth, unable to believe it.

Yukinoshita’s head tilted slightly. Her cool, detached expression also held clear confusion and doubt.

“Hah?” Hikigaya sounded utterly exasperated as he rolled his eyes.

“So… Himekoji-kun… still likes… girls?” Totsuka mumbled hopelessly, his head drooping low in disappointment.

Far away, under leafy green shade, Hayama stood frozen stiff, his brows deeply furrowed.