The Good-for-nothing Bastard who could gain Skills by Kissing

"Hey, bastard, what is the meaning of this, huh? What, YOU are cheating on me?"

"B-Babe..."

At the center of the dimly lit room was a bruised man under a woman in a red, strict one-piece.

Her heels rested right at the back of his head.

The woman looked down at him, pressing his head even further to the floor while the man could only grit his teeth. He can't do anything against her since she has two big guys as her bodyguards.

"I see you cuddling around nude with these two bitches... And you said you're not cheating? Huh? What do you think I am, a blind person? HUH!?"

"Khh..."

The heels of the woman were the type that had a slightly sharp design for the sole, so it was very painful to have them pressing on your head.

"B-But you are also... With these guys!"

The man gritted his teeth, forcefully raised his head to look directly at the woman.

But the woman's answer was.