C339 Get the F*ck out of Here Dirty Ghost

When I turned to leave, I had already gotten up.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"Let go of your dirty hands."

I admit that my hands are dirty, but I want to do something bad. With both hands, I quickly grab his shoulders and leap up. He turns his head, but just in time to touch my face.

Lips to the lips, a trembling feeling of numbness floating up.

In just a moment, he reacted and raged