Face-Slapping System

If she did not do it earlier, would things even feel this awkward?

Roland blinked once.

"Weird?"

She nodded slightly.

"What I did earlier…"

Her voice grew smaller toward the end.

Roland stared at her for a few seconds before suddenly laughing softly.

Not mocking.

Not amused.

Just… warm.

Janine immediately became embarrassed.

"Why are you laughing…"

"Because you're overthinking too much."

"I'm serious…"

"I know."

Roland's gaze softened.

Then, in a calm voice, he said—

"I liked it."

Janine's breath instantly stopped.

Her grip on his hand tightened considerably.

Her eyes turned wide as if she could not believe what she just heard.

Roland looked back at her calmly.

There was no teasing in his expression. He was serious with what he said.

Only sincerity.

"I really liked it," he repeated quietly.

Boom.

Janine felt her entire body grow hot.

She immediately looked away again.

Her poor heart could barely survive this anymore.

The corners of Roland's lips lifted slightly after seeing her reaction.

Honestly, Janine was unexpectedly cute when she became shy.

Especially compared to her usual demeanor.

He could still remember the first time he met her.

At that time, Janine looked completely different.

Short hair, leather jacket and pants. One could easily mistake her as a man if they did not know her well enough.

Yet now…

That same woman was blushing beside him because of a few simple words.

Life was truly unpredictable sometimes.

Inside the car, the atmosphere became softer little by little.

Janine eventually gathered enough courage to speak again.

"…You're not mad?"

Roland looked confused.

"Why would I be mad?"

"Because I suddenly…"

She could not even finish the sentence from embarrassment.

Roland stared at her quietly for a moment before gently squeezing her hand.

"Janine."

"Hm…"

"You don't have to be scared of me."

Her eyes trembled slightly.

That sentence alone nearly melted her heart completely.

Because deep down, that was what she feared most.

Not rejection.

Not embarrassment.

But losing the closeness she finally managed to build with him.

Janine slowly lowered her gaze.

"…I don't really know how to do this."

Roland tilted his head slightly.

"Do what?"

"…This kind of thing."

Her voice became softer and softer.

It almost sounded pitiful.

She was completely new to this kind of thing. Stacey had been guiding her behind the scenes, but experiencing it first hand was still completely different.

Roland understood immediately.

And honestly—

That only made his chest feel warmer.

Because for someone like Janine to admit something like that so honestly…

It meant she truly trusted him.

Roland gently lifted her hand slightly before placing a soft kiss on the back of it.

Janine's entire body froze.

Her beautiful silver eyes widened instantly.

The world around her seemed to stop moving for a moment.

Then—

Her face exploded red.

"R-Roland?!"

"You're cute."

"…!"

Critical hit.

Janine completely lost the ability to speak.

She simply stared forward with a burning face while trying desperately to calm her racing heartbeat.

Unfortunately for her—

It was impossible.

Because Roland's voice right now sounded unbelievably gentle.

And the way he looked at her… It made her feel cherished and important.

For the first time in a very long while, Janine felt her heart becoming incredibly soft.

Not from excitement.

Not from thrill.

But from genuine affection.

And that feeling scared her a little.

Because once someone became this important…

Losing them would hurt terribly.

The soft glow of the street lights reflected through the windows, illuminating Janine's flushed face beautifully.

Roland turned toward her fully this time.

Janine noticed his gaze almost immediately.

Her heartbeat sped up again.

Slowly…

Very slowly…

She turned toward him as well.

Their eyes met.

And this time—

Neither of them looked away.

Janine's eyes trembled faintly.

She could feel it clearly now.

The tension.

The growing affection between them.

The air itself felt warmer.

Roland gently brushed a strand of her hair away from her face.

His fingers lingered against her cheek for a brief moment.

"So beautiful…" he murmured softly.

Janine's lips parted slightly.

Her mind went blank.

No one had ever looked at her this way before.

Like she was precious.

Like she mattered beyond her appearance or status.

Her eyes gradually softened.

"Roland…"

Her voice came out almost like a whisper.

The tenderness in his gaze slowly swallowed the remaining nervousness inside her heart.

Then—

Roland leaned closer.

She had already made a move earlier in front of so many people, how could he allow himself to get outdone by her?

Slowly.

Giving her enough time to pull away. Giving her enough time to refuse.

However, Janine did not move.

If anything—

She unconsciously leaned closer too, while her eyes gently closed.

Her breathing became uneven.

Her heart pounded so loudly that she thought Roland could probably hear it.

The distance between them shortened little by little.

Until finally—

A soft sensation landed on her lips. It was sweet and gentle.

Too tender and soft.

Unlike earlier where it was rushed due to her reaction, this time, the kiss felt full and unusually fluffy to her.

Janine's closed eyes trembled for a brief second.

Her entire body froze.

Warm.

That was the only thing her mind could process.

His lips were warm.

Gentle.

Careful.

As if he was treating her like something precious.

The overwhelming tenderness behind that kiss completely shattered the last walls around her heart.

His hand cupped her cheeks gently.

She felt that his lips had begun to move, as if searching for the perfect spot.

Then—

She kissed him back.

Timidly at first.

But soon, her fingers lightly grabbed onto his clothes as she responded to him softly, pouring all the emotions she could not express into that kiss.

Her heart grew unusually tense as the kiss prolonged even more.

It was only a simple kiss at first. However, it soon turned a little messy.

The french kiss was not planned, but it was definitely an inevitable outcome that both of them loved and cherished.

The two separated and looked at each other with a gentle gaze.

The road remained quiet and peaceful.

The lights shimmered beautifully in the distance.

Inside the parked Ramborghini Sian—

Two hearts finally became closer than ever before.

Soft smiles of happiness and glee surfaced on both their lips.

Although no words were spoken, the eyes do not lie.

Regaining some confidence, Janine leaned closer, and pulled Roland right into another kiss.

Her hand roamed and circled around his neck, grabbing it tightly as if wanting to devour him.

Her chest was pressed hard against his, the heartbeat could be felt by Roland at such a close distance.

Although she did not speak a word, Roland knew for a fact what her actions meant.

There was no need to say it in words.

His hands moved and wrapped around her waists, pulling her tender body closer toward him.

She had once again become proactive. And honestly, how could Roland deny her of what she wanted?

Adjusting their position, Roland lifted her up gently and placed her on his lap.

He was now sitting comfortably on the passenger seat, while Janine felt the hardness of his dick as she sat above him.

Her face blushed even further. She pulled her lips away from Roland and looked at him right through his eyes.

Both of her hands now cupping his cheeks gently. Her thumbs rubbed on his nose, as if committing its shape to her memory.

Her heart fluttered as Roland looked back at her with the same gentle eyes.

And then, as if confirming her decision, she gently nodded her head, and plunged right into another kiss.

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A/N: Deym its been a while since I've written something like this.

Do you guys think I got rusty? Lol.

Let me know your thoughts, though.

And yep, it's an R18 scene in the next chapter.