Next Time We Meet, I’ll Let You Kill Me - Chapter 6

She never imagined he was talking about the size down there. Once again, she had to force down the murderous urge rising in her chest.

But… he was rubbing against her like this and still not getting hard? Was this bastard maybe impotent?

“Ah. For the record, I’m not impotent. Completely normal.”

Hugo easily read her thoughts and let out an annoyingly smug snicker.

“I’m not like those guys who pop up stiff the second we make eye contact.”

“….”

Liselotte bit down hard on her lower lip.

So… he wasn’t sexually attracted to her?

Of all moments, the image of that middle‑aged courtesan Hugo had once visited flashed through her mind, and unease began to slither up from somewhere deep inside her.

If I’m not his type, then why follow me all the way home? Simple curiosity? Just boredom? If it’s neither, then why?

Just like he said, most men acted like that security guard from earlier, grinning stupidly the moment she smiled. And that was nothing. How many men, with wives and children waiting at home, had come panting after her like animals?

If she hadn’t crushed every single one of those bastards, she’d probably be more infamous than Hugo Schwartz by now.

The idea that her captivating face and luscious figure wouldn’t work on someone had never even crossed her mind, which made this all the more confusing.

No. Not yet. Don’t jump to conclusions.

Liselotte forced a crooked smile. She pushed down the creeping unease with the thought: Let’s see how long you can stay that relaxed.

“Hugo, do you like bets?”

“Bets?”

Of course his eyes sparkled. When gambling was practically his daily routine, how could he dislike it?

With a soft touch, she traced her slender finger along the edge of his suit pocket.

“Let’s bet on whether I can make yours stand.”

“If you suck and lick it, it’ll stand eventually. I told you I’m normal.”

“…Then how fast I can make it stand?”

Hugo accepted her proposal without even the slightest hesitation.

“And the prize?”

“Simple. Whatever the winner asks, the loser has to answer with only one word: ‘Okay.’ No objections allowed.”

“Oh. For example?”

“If I ask you to buy me a diamond ring, you have to say ‘Okay.’ And you have to follow through.”

“Just a ring?” Hugo scoffed, loosening the arm wrapped around her waist and instead gripping her hips. The way his hands glided up and down the curve of her body was blatantly indecent.

“And what do you think I might ask for if I win?”

“For example?”

Even as his hand boldly wandered down toward her butt, Liselotte didn’t let her expression change and asked him back in the same tone. Hugo lowered his head and murmured something into her ear.

“….”

“Do you think you’ll be able to say ‘Okay’ to that too?”

There wasn’t a hint of playfulness in the way he asked. Liselotte froze, her lips barely moving. Even she couldn’t easily answer such a demand.

Judging from the vulgar tone and the way he usually talked, she knew he was trash, but wasn’t this a bit too much?

‘Show me you handling three men.’ He said that like it was nothing, when she’d never even been with two at once….

Truthfully, she didn’t have much experience at all. The main dishes she lured in with sexual appeal were all killed before things ever got that far.

Even letting them kiss her or touch her lightly was enough for their eyes to go hazy and their guard to drop. There was the idiot who’d dismissed all his bodyguards on the spot after she threw him one wink.

She never had to take in any of those men’s small, filthy cocks to kill them, so of course she’d never gone all the way. And now he wanted her to show him handling three men?

She wanted to fire back smoothly, but the split‑second shock clogged her throat, and once again the timing slipped through her fingers.

Hugo smiled, narrowing his already long eyes even further.

“Lottie. You have to stake that much for it to be called a real bet.”

He even clicked his tongue softly, as if pitying the naïve girl who knew nothing.

“Unexpected opponents or unplanned situations can pop up anytime.”

He said something she couldn’t make sense of.

“You need to understand that there might be men out there who won’t get turned on by looking at you….”

‘So you won’t get hurt.’ The last part was barely more than a whisper.

As if to prove his point, Hugo pressed his lower body even closer. His heavy flesh pushed and nudged her thigh, but despite the weight of it… there was no other change.

“Bet or not, do whatever you want. The one who’s more into it should be the one putting in the effort, shouldn’t he?”

‘More into it….’ The words made her teeth grind, but at the same time, her blood heated. His size was impressive, but if he couldn’t even get it up, something stubborn and mean awoke inside her.

Thanks to her high heels, Liselotte managed to pull his neck down a little more and forced him to lower his head.

If visual stimulation didn’t work, then she’d just have to push through with physical contact. This was a step she had to go through anyway if she wanted to become his lover. She couldn’t back down now.

Hugging him hadn’t worked, so she’d start with a kiss.

Even as Liselotte leaned in, Hugo lowered his gaze but still didn’t close his eyes. He simply watched the red lips that brushed against his like a fleeting greeting.

Their first kiss. Feather‑light, harmless, as innocent as a polite hello.

He looked at her with a flat, unimpressed face and asked, “Is that it?”

“Of course not.”

That little peck had only been a tiny test. Liselotte felt relieved.

At least she didn’t feel any instinctive disgust or revulsion when their lips touched. Good. If she couldn’t stand any skin contact, this mission would’ve been torture.

“Close your eyes.”

“Why? I want to see.”

‘Perverted bastard.’ She swallowed the insult and lifted her chin again. Tilting her head to avoid his high nose bridge, she pressed her lips back onto his, this time more firmly.

She sucked gently on his lower lip, then stuck out her tongue and gave him a tentative lick. When he didn’t show any sign of pushing her away, she got bolder and licked him slowly, at length. Hugo watched her through half‑lidded eyes, observing every movement.

Wet sounds filled the space as she sucked on his lips and ran her tongue over them again and again.

‘This bastard….’

He still wouldn’t open his mouth.

There was no noticeable heat in the body she held, and impatience started to claw at her. He must have sensed her growing urgency, because she felt him give a faint laugh.

Not missing that tiny opening, Liselotte slipped her tongue inside quickly. When her soft tongue brushed against his teeth, only then did she feel something that could barely be called a reaction.

Just a slight twitch. Pathetic.

Even as her tongue mapped the straight line of his teeth, all her focus was on his lower half. A stubborn thought took root inside her: I’m going to make him hard no matter what.

‘If you suck and lick it, it’ll stand eventually.’

‘Maybe I should just reach down and touch it like he said.’ The thought flashed for a moment, but her pride wouldn’t allow it. She wanted to make him stand using only a kiss, without laying a hand on him.

Her lips kept knocking again and again, like knocking on a door that wouldn’t open no matter how many times you tried. For someone who’d told her to do whatever she wanted, his attitude was far too uncooperative.

Was he really not aroused by her? Or could it be… was he not into women at all?

A sudden jolt of realization shot through her mind. Come to think of it, the people he always hung around with were all men. If the nightlife scene was just a smokescreen, then his real preference might not be women but….

Her imagination stretched that far, and then darkness spread heavily behind her tightly shut eyelids.

“….”

What do I do? Should I call Doug right now and tell him I’m screwed?

Smooch, smooch, chup. Reflecting her growing desperation, the sounds of her kissing grew rougher and more frantic. From her relentless rubbing and pressing, Hugo’s mouth had long since been smeared messily with the color of her lipstick.

The tender skin of her lips, worn down by constant friction, grew hotter and hotter. It even felt a little sore….

“Baby.”

“Ha.”

Liselotte came back to her senses only when Hugo gently pushed her away. The hands she’d wrapped tightly around his head were now held firmly in his grip.

“What’s this, I wonder?”

Hugo clicked his tongue and frowned.

“It tastes like blood.”

Still catching her breath, Liselotte understood only a beat late. There really was a faint smear of red on the center of his lips. It wasn’t the color of her smudged lipstick.

Did I bite him without realizing? She stared blankly as he wiped her lips with his thumb.

“Ah, that stings.”

The words slipped out before she could stop them, and only then did she realize. The injury wasn’t on Hugo, but on her.

‘I swear, you’re always bleeding.’ He muttered, then licked the smear of blood on the tip of his glove.

The moment she caught sight of that bright red tongue—so stubborn until now, refusing to respond no matter what—she didn’t hear a single word he said after that.