67. Crumbling Down
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Satsuki was not sure whether she should be furious at Narita Ken or herself, so she kept continuously switching between the two guilty parties.
That sneaky, womanizing bastard with his smooth lines had taunted her, fooling her into thinking that he would actually kiss her then and there.
She was a stupid, stupid, stupid idiot for having actually fallen for that jerk's act! Her traitorous body had actually responded to his ruse.
As if, for the tiniest fleeting moment, she would have wanted to be kissed by him!
Which was completely untrue.
A preposterous and false accusation.
An outright ridiculous claim!
But he had actually been quite nice lately. Mostly they had just been chatting. He had treated her with respect rather than as an object. He had not tried to make any advances at all.
And he could have easily kissed her today, too, but he hadn't.
No!
He was a jerk-face ladies' man, and that was it. What he had done today, kissing or not, had only proven that he was still after her. She should not let her guard down. She would not let him have her. She didn't want to let him or anybody else hurt her.
But he had helped her. He had saved her, three times, and after the unfortunate encounter with her old high school classmates, he even offered her kind words to cheer her up. Would he have gone so far if he was only after her body? Would he be content with idle and innocent lunch-time chat if he just wanted to get into her pants?
Yes.
Maybe.
… Maybe not?
… How would she know? She had no experience in men.
Satsuki heaved a heavy sigh and buried her head in her hands.
She was so confused.
He was messing with her head.
Whatever his end goal was, whatever he was trying to accomplish… it was working.
Suddenly feeling vulnerable and afraid, Satsuki shivered as she glumly wondered how long she would be able to cling to her crumbling defences.