The Golden-Haired Madwoman Who Forces Kisses and Makes Me Grope Her Breasts
Calathea grabbed my face with a fierce smile and slammed me hard against the tree behind me, pinning me in place like she was restraining a prisoner. Before I could even think of stopping her, her soft lips were already pressed against mine.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been kissed by her one-sidedly, but this time the aggression was on another level. Her pushing me around was nothing new, sure. But the fact that she was doing it right near an orphanage full of innocent children playing around—using her mana-infused hand to yank my face forward and force a kiss on me—was something else entirely.
I can’t let this slide.
In the past, I might have just sighed and thought, Here we go again with this crazy bitch. But things were different now. Through the Wish Coupon system, Calathea and I had made a clear contract: one kiss per day. If I let her run wild and break that agreement without consequence, she’d learn that promises with me could be ignored whenever she felt like it. And the more that happened, the harder it would become to manage this unpredictable madwoman called Calathea.
That’s why I needed to use this kiss contract as an example. I had to make her understand that breaking promises with her manager was absolutely not allowed.
…Even if I have to do it by force.
While her long, snake-like tongue rampaged through my mouth, I grabbed her shoulders to push her away. Or at least, I tried to.
“———!”
The moment my hands moved toward her shoulders, Calathea—without breaking the sticky, tongue-twisting kiss for even a second—moved her hand at an impossible speed and snatched my wrist with a sharp clap.
Then, as if saying, So this is what you wanted, Manager♡, she looked up at me with those seductive eyes and forcibly dragged my hand toward her chest.
I struggled, whimpering as I tried to pull my hand back, but it was useless against an S-class hunter whose specialty was physical reinforcement. Even when I glared at her with stern eyes, it only made her smile deeper, like she was enjoying my reaction even more.
Having effortlessly neutralized all my resistance, Calathea finally made my hand squeeze her breast.
“Mmmh, ah…♡”
Her heavy, voluptuous breasts—far too much for even my large hands to fully grasp. She kept pulling my fingers tighter and tighter around those soft yet firm, perfectly ripe fruits wrapped in the thinnest scrap of fabric, all while deliberately letting out sweet, breathy moans loud enough for me to hear.
Her crimson eyes, curved like crescent moons, licked over my face as she stared at me. Her tongue moved lazily inside my mouth, thoroughly exploring every corner, sometimes flicking the tip to gently scrape the base of my tongue…
Calathea was deliberately slowing down the kiss, guiding my attention more and more toward her breasts.
Damn it. Damn it…!
I was completely under her control. Even though I knew I was being played by the very prisoner I was supposed to manage, I couldn’t help but get swept up in her pace.
…And it wasn’t just because of the overwhelming volume filling my palm.
They felt like giant, chewy rice cakes. Even as my palm pressed into them and they squished softly, they pushed back with incredible elasticity, resisting my grip. When I unconsciously tightened my fingers and squeezed a full handful, the firm flesh deformed under my hand, making the springy sensation even stronger. The smooth texture sent an electric current through me so intense it felt like it might burn my skin.
Still forcing my hand to stay on her breast, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.
She pressed her wet lips against mine with a loud chu, then pulled back slightly.
She kissed me again, this time shoving her tongue deep inside like she owned the place. She swirled it around once in a big, lazy circle before pulling it out.
She pulled my hand even deeper into her squishy chest while smiling with pure delight, her lips glistening with my saliva.
She kept chattering in a voice trembling with uncontainable joy.
“…Calathea.”
Suddenly, her breath against my ear grew rough, almost like a growl.
She pressed her body against me aggressively, completely unconcerned about how every part of her was touching me, and brought her face so close that her lips brushed my earlobe.
Her ragged breathing carried a thick, beast-like dampness.
I couldn’t fully understand what this crazy woman was saying, but I could tell that kissing held far more meaning to her than I had imagined. So much that she wouldn’t even tolerate me glancing away for a second.
How the hell did I end up pulling someone like her out of the system…? And what exactly about me gave her so much enjoyment…?
My head was a mess of skepticism and questions. In the end, I gave up on trying to reason with her or educate her and simply nodded obediently.
I didn’t really have a choice, and I just wanted this situation to end quickly, so I obediently poked my tongue out. Calathea immediately bit down on it gently.
With a languid, seductive smile in her eyes, she moved her lips back and forth in a rhythmic motion. She wrapped my tongue in her soft lips, gently sucking on it with light chup chup sounds… It was like she was giving me a tongue blowjob. She even sucked down every drop of my saliva that flowed onto her tongue, playing with me mischievously the entire time.
Finally, she bit down on my tongue so our lips were pressed tightly together, swirled her own tongue all over mine inside her mouth, and then—
“………♡”
She opened her mouth wide, showing me the thick, sticky cocktail of saliva pooled inside her small pink oral cavity. Then, with an audible gulp, she swallowed it all down right in front of me. Only after that did she slowly pull her body away, smiling in satisfaction.
“…I’m warning you. Don’t ever do that again.”
“Do what again?”
“The kiss. I told you it’s only once a day.”
It probably wasn’t very convincing coming from me while I was still panting after having my mouth thoroughly violated, but I had to say it.
“Aww, you’re being so stingy over just one little kiss. Can’t you just let it slide?”
“No.”
“Ugh— You really are such a difficult manager…. Fine. As an apology, I’ll tell you something good.”
Calathea tugged lightly on my ear and whispered so only I could hear.
“…You’re not going to tell me about those old memories?”
“Ahaha♡ Manager, you really ask questions when you already know the answer. How cute.”
She grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me in until our lips were almost touching. Then, right before they met, she made a loud kissing sound into the air and pulled back.
She winked at me, then waved her hand playfully as she slowly walked back toward the orphanage.
All that remained was one manager in a pink apron, hair, clothes, and face all messed up.
“……Damn it.”
Calathea was the kind of person who seemed both controllable and completely uncontrollable at the same time. She was far too much to handle. And just now she had shown me that the “enjoyment” I could offer her as a carrot could be taken by force anytime she wanted.
Still, the silver lining was that she seemed to be showing me some consideration in her own way. When I pointed out that she had broken the contract with that kiss, she had apologized obediently and even paid a price for it.
“Old memories… huh.”
Calathea’s unpleasant past. Was that what had turned her into who she was now?
There was still so much I didn’t know about her—her nationality, birthplace, age, none of it. But someday… I would probably find out.
“…Probably.”
I wiped my saliva-covered mouth with a handkerchief, roughly fixed my disheveled hair, picked up the camera that had fallen to the ground, and started walking unsteadily toward the other side of the orphanage where Audrey was doing her volunteer work.
That’s when I heard it.
“Audrey?”
The sound of a child crying loudly from the direction where Audrey was made me quicken my steps.