CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER 112: YUKI’S FIRST KISS

On the rooftop.

Due to the cold weather, few students chose to have lunch there, which meant they wouldn’t have to worry about unexpected interruptions.

However, Roland couldn’t help but wonder why high school girls still insisted on wearing black tights and short skirts in such freezing temperatures.

Even if they were thermal tights, how much warmth could such a thin layer really provide?

Were they really sacrificing their health for the sake of fashion?

Having lived two lives, Roland simply couldn’t understand this "style over substance" mentality.

Just wait until you’re a little older, he thought. When it’s cold, you’ll want to bundle up as much as possible.

Alright, that’s not the point right now. The real issue was that Karena had restrained Yuki and then pushed her into Roland’s arms. Was she trying to force him to steal Yuki’s first kiss together?

Wasn’t that a bit much? After all, someone’s first kiss should be respected as a personal choice.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and kiss her! Don’t you want to claim Yuki’s first kiss?" Karena said, her voice sharp with impatience.

"Isn’t this a bit much?" Roland asked, watching Yuki struggle and wiggle like a eel, his voice hesitant.

"What’s wrong with it?" Karena retorted, her tone righteous. "Everyone else has already fallen. She’s the only one still playing the pure white lotus, acting like she’s above us all. We can’t let that stand!"

If we’re all going to fall, we’ll fall together! When everyone else is willingly plunging into darkness, how dare you try to be a beacon of light? Don’t you realize how blindingly annoying that is?!

"Uh... Yuki, what do you think?" Roland asked, turning to Yuki. Seeing Karena completely caught up in the moment, even trying to drag others into her frenzy, he decided to seek Yuki’s opinion directly.

"You wouldn’t dare!" Yuki predictably protested, her voice a mix of embarrassment and anger. How could she possibly agree to something like this?

Yet, to Roland, her words of refusal were contradicted by the longing in her eyes.

Fine my tsundere queen, he thought, remembering Yuki’s tsundere nature. Asking her was pointless.

In that case, let’s just do as she said and give it a try!

"Alright, alright, I’ll give it a try right now," Roland said, stepping forward to embrace Yuki. He and Karena sandwiched her tightly between them like a cheese, and without another word, he lowered his head slightly and pressed his lips against hers.

In that instant, two soft, perfect pairs of lips melded together. Yuki’s eyes widened in mortified shock.

This jerk is actually doing it?

Her earlier words had clearly been a warning, not an invitation! There’s no way he could have misunderstood—he’s doing this on purpose!

Does Roland really want her first kiss that badly?

If he wanted it, why didn’t he just confess properly like a gentleman? It’s not like she wouldn’t have given it to him! Was it really necessary to force her?

She’s already his! He could have just taken what he wanted without resorting to force!

Yuki never imagined her first kiss would be stolen by someone, sandwiched between two others.

Though that "someone" was the very person she wanted to give her first kiss to...

But how could she possibly enjoy kissing with a third person watching? It’s so embarrassing!

"Mmm! No... don’t!" Yuki continued her futile struggles.

But whether she realized the futility of her efforts or not, her resistance was remarkably weak—far too feeble to break free. It seemed more like a performance, as if she were trying to convince others that she wasn’t willingly participating, that she had struggled but failed to escape. This isn’t me shamelessly kissing a man in public!

This act of wanting something but being too embarrassed to admit it made Roland almost want to confess for her.

Ignoring Yuki’s feeble protests, Roland focused entirely on kissing her forcefully, trying to pry open her tsundere lips and invade her cherry-like mouth to capture her soft, slippery warm tongue.

Yuki’s face flushed crimson. She was clearly being humiliated, yet the sensation of being forcefully kissed by the man she loved filled her with a strange pleasure. She felt her resistance crumbling.

As expected, Yuki’s defiance lasted less than a minute. Roland easily breached her stubborn defenses that she put out to hide her weak-meek side.

It wasn’t so much that Roland had breached her defenses, but rather that her own desires had overwhelmed her, and she had opened the gates herself to let him in.

In fact, if Roland hadn’t made the first move, she would have stormed into his territory herself, then, overcome with shame, she would have clung to him desperately.

Yuki, who had never tasted such a sensation before, trembled both physically and emotionally, ultimately surrendering completely and melting into her lover’s arms.

She had kissed him—a passionate kiss right here at school rooftop, a place dedicated to learning, where scholars were created and here she was defiling it.

Was she falling into the same depravity as her mother and sister?

But why, even as she engaged in something so forbidden, did her heart still race with excitement and joy?

In that moment, Yuki began to understand her mother and sister’s descent to wanton depravity.

Once you’ve tasted such bliss, it’s impossible to resist wanting more.

If even a proud woman like her mother had succumbed to this pleasure, how could she possibly resist?

After today, she could never return to her former "pure white lotus" state, she won’t be the pure noble young woman.

She had crossed a line... there was no going back now. The path ahead will be filled with corruption and pure sexual bliss.

Half an hour later, just as Yuki was on the verge of losing consciousness from Roland’s kisses, he finally pulled away, not forgetting to perform his signature "caramelize" trick.

Yuki still seemed unsatisfied, her eyes sparkling with longing as her hands unconsciously tightened around Roland’s neck.

The electric sensation on her tongue left her intoxicated, deepening her love for this man.

From this day forward, she was someone who had kissed her lover.

This feeling was truly wonderful.

"Yuki, let’s continue tonight. If we don’t hurry and eat lunch, we’ll be late for afternoon classes," Roland said, gazing at Yuki, who was still breathless from the passionate kiss but clearly wanted more, even if it meant suffocating.

His heart swelled with smug satisfaction.

This meant that from now on, Yuki would truly be his lover, and the entire Yukino family had completely fallen into his grasp. Who wouldn’t be overjoyed by such a victory? He can now proudly say he made an entirely family his own.

"You’re right..." Yuki struggled to regain some composure. They were still at school, after all; it wasn’t the time for such things.

Forcing down her far from satisfied desires, Yuki leaned her still-weakened body against her future husband’s chest, finishing lunch in a romantic embrace.

But Yuki.never imagined that while she considered school an inappropriate place for such activities, Karena held a different view.

As the afternoon classes were about to begin, Karena suddenly stopped Roland, preventing him from attending.

"Roland, you’ve been taking care of Yuki for so long. Isn’t it my turn now?" Karena wrapped her arms around Roland, refusing to let him leave.

"But Karena, class is about to start..." Roland protested, not that he didn’t want to, but there simply wasn’t time.

"Forget about class! Skip the afternoon sessions and focus on satisfying me properly first!" Karena declared while she pushed her own breasts against his chest.

And so, Yuki witnessed a shocking scene: Karena forcefully dragged Roland to a secluded corner of the rooftop and, without a word, began the kind of intimate experience Yuki herself had yet to share.

In that moment, Yukino finally realized how far she had fallen behind Karena.