Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427 97.5 - Breaking Down

Irina was a girl who was a fast thinker. When she was alone and didn't have anything to keep herself busy with, she tended to imagine things.

Think about the past, remember what had happened.

She sometimes remembered some unpleasant memories of her childhood. The times when she was filled with helplessness against the world, thanks to the matriarch of the family.

That was how it went until recently.

From the moment she entered the academy, things changed. When she was free, she used to think about things that made her angry, but after a certain point, the things that annoyed her somehow changed.

And she knew the reason for that.

At the start, it started as a genuine annoyance.

Because she couldn't stand seeing him. Because it all reminded her of her childhood.

But then it slowly changed. Maybe it was because he had changed her perception of him rapidly, or maybe he was someone with whom she had good chemistry.

At some point, her head was filled with thoughts regarding him.

He had always answered her back, talking back. And she could never win a good argument against him. No matter what happened, he would always somehow become the winner and the one who got to say the last word.

And she hated that. She hated losing since she couldn't forget any loss.

Thus, she started playing those conversations in her head, finding answers she could possibly give him when she had the chance. At a certain point, it happened so frequently that she even forgot the unpleasant memories of her childhood. Most of her thoughts when she was free became related to him.

Over time, her perception of him began to change. She became conscious of how he looked, noticing his face, his eyes, his gaze, and the small gestures he subconsciously made. She paid attention to his way of talking, the tone of his voice, and even the way he dressed. Each detail fascinated her more than the last.

As her perception changed, strange and unexpected thoughts started to creep into her mind. It all began because of a certain post she had read online, a post that described how easily one could fall for someone they argued with frequently, someone who challenged them intellectually. The post claimed that such tension often masked deeper feelings.

"Because of that post, my thoughts are no longer normal," she muttered to herself at that time. She found herself fantasizing about him in ways she never had before.

One day, she became particularly conscious of his lips. It happened when they were arguing about something trivial, and she noticed how his lips moved when he spoke, how they curved into a subtle pose when he got the better of her in an argument.

That day, she found herself wondering what it would feel like to taste those lips. The thought was intrusive and persistent, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else.

'How would it feel to kiss him?' She asked herself, again and again, the thought consuming her. It was a ridiculous notion, she told herself, but the idea wouldn't leave her mind. She found herself glancing at his lips whenever they talked, imagining the sensation, the warmth.

"And what an irony it is that I fell for such a cowardly bastard."

But, now, she had found how it felt. The taste of his lips, she now knew.

As her lips met him, Irina felt a rush of warmth and electricity surge through her. The world around her seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of shared intimacy.

His lips were soft yet firm, a perfect balance that made her heart race. The taste was a mix of something indescribable yet familiar, a blend of emotions and sensations that she had longed to experience.

'Ah…..This is…..' She lost herself in the kiss, her mind blank as her senses focused entirely on the feel of him.

It was as if time had stopped, and nothing else mattered but this connection. She could feel the intensity of his emotions through the kiss, a depth that she hadn't expected from someone so seemingly detached.

SHIVER! Then, she felt his hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him. She flinched at the touch, a shiver running down her spine as she looked into his eyes.

'No…..'

The usual calm and emptiness were gone, replaced by a desire that took her breath away. His eyes, those deep, dark pools, were now filled with a longing that mirrored her own.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other, the air between them charged with unspoken words and emotions. Irina could see the vulnerability in his gaze, the silent plea for understanding and acceptance. It was a side of Astron she had never seen before, a side that made her heart ache with tenderness.

She reached up, her hand trembling slightly as she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing over his skin.

'It is smooth….'

She thought at the feeling of his skin.

"My words…..Did they touch your heart?" She asked, lowering her hand to his heart. It was not beating as fast as she thought it would be.

At least compared to her own heart, it was definitely beating slower. And somehow, she was a little annoyed.

"It did." Yet, hearing his reply, she couldn't help but forget her annoyance.

"I am glad." She spoke. "Glad that you have accepted it."

His hand tightened on her waist, pulling her even closer. "Really?" His voice contained a slight sense of mischievousness. Though she was sure any outside person would not understand it, she could.

Because she already got used to it.

"Really." She replied, and then she raised her head. "Do you know what I do when I become happy?"

Astron's gaze softened. "What?"

Irina's smile broadened, her eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and affection. "I become greedy when I'm happy."

Before Astron could respond, she cupped his cheeks, her touch gentle but firm. "Hope you wouldn't mind it. Not that you have a choice now."

With those words, she pulled him down, closing the distance between them once more.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, filled with the emotions they had both kept hidden for so long.