Revenge Begins: Reincarnated as a Hated Idol!

And at that moment, another realization struck her like lightning.

’Right... he didn’t reject me. He only said that he will be involved with multiple women and can’t commit to only one. Doesn’t that mean it isn’t a problem if I don’t have any objections to that?...’

Her heart started pounding in her chest as she realized that she could have a relationship with Aren, although not an exclusive one.

Yes, sharing him with other women didn’t sit right with her; however, it was a thousand times better than not having him at all. Her desires had already begun overcoming her, and this was for the first time that she didn’t have a problem with anything as long as she could be with Aren.

Compared to the possibility of not having him at all, these conditions didn’t even faze her.

’Can I live without him?’ She asked herself.

’Yes.’ The answer was clear.

’But do I want to?’

’No. Never!’

Her eyes shone with resolve as she made her decision.

Meanwhile, Aren watched her silently, waiting for her to come to terms with everything. Even before Lisa confessed, he had known she had feelings for him, and thus, had thought of a response beforehand. He wanted to be honest with her despite the urges in his body. He knew what he felt was simple physical attraction. And despite the loss he felt in his heart at the thought of pushing Lisa away, he had decided to be honest with her.

However, while he waited for her to either cry or curse at him, he never expected her to respond with a determined nod.

"I accept," she said, her voice filled with resolve. "I don’t care if you have a thousand women other than me..."

She inched forward on her knees like a cat, her eyes shining like someone enthralled.

"I just asks," she said, her voice warm and soft, "to be one of those women..."

Stopping before Aren, she brought her face close... too close to his face.

"Will you let me?" She whispered, her large, hazel brown eyes, looking straight into his.

Her face, just a hair’s breadth away from his.

Lisa was on her knees, her hands on his chest, and her lips, dangerously close to his. He could feel her breaths brushing against his lips, making him feel a sudden thirst, a thirst he didn’t remember feeling last in his life, and this thirst was violent, overcoming all his reasoning, thinking, and all other desires. He wanted nothing more than to quench this thirst.

"Oh, Lisa," he could hold no longer.

It was a whisper that escaped his lips; however, it carried too many emotions—agony, relief, desire, hunger. It was as if he had finally let go of all his restraints, leaving his body to instincts.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

He cupped Lisa’s face in a sudden movement, holding her in place, and moved his lips forward, touching hers with his.

The contact was feather-light at first—warm, impossibly soft, like the brush of silk warmed by sunlight—but soon, the hunger behind it revealed itself.

Lisa’s breath hitched, her eyes widening at first, startled. This was her first kiss after all. But soon, with a delighted glee flashing across her eyes, she accepted him. She moved her hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer.

With an unrestrained hunger, Aren tasted her lips to his heart’s content, sucking on her lower lip first, before moving to her upper lip. Her cherry lip balm filled his mouth, causing the kiss to taste even sweeter.

He angled his head, deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate slide of his tongue along the seam of her mouth, coaxing her open.

Lisa’s hazel eyes fluttered shut, long lashes brushing her cheeks like dark feathers as she parted her lips, allowing him entry.

The moment his tongue touched hers, a hot shiver raced down her spine. She tasted like innocence and cherry lip balm, warm and trembling, and Aren groaned low in his chest—"Lisa..."—the sound vibrating against her mouth.

Her body melted forward without thought. Kneeling on the bed, she leaned closer, her full breasts pressing against his chest through the thin white fabric of her cropped tank top. The contact made her nipples harden into aching peaks; she could feel every ridge of his hard muscle against the soft swell of her cleavage. Her long, dark brown hair spilled over her shoulders like silk, a few strands catching between their lips as they moved.

Aren’s hands slid from her face, one cupping the back of her neck, fingers threading through the silky strands at her nape, the other trailing down the curve of her waist, just above her tailbone, as he pulled her closer. He rose to his knees, causing Lisa to bend her head backward with an expression that was almost woeful.

Without breaking the kiss, Aren laid her down gently... until she was cradled beneath him, her dark brown hair fanning across the pillow like spilled streaks of coffee.

He finally broke the kiss, prompting both to gasp for air.

Aren finally returned to his senses as he eyed her with a solemn gaze, whispering:

"You might get hurt in the future. Do you still want me?"

"It will hurt more..." she said, raising her hands to invite him, "without you."

Her gaze was needy, filled with desire.

He hovered above her, eyes drinking in every detail—the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her nipples had already tightened into visible peaks beneath the thin white fabric, the faint sheen of sweat already glistening at the hollow of her throat, and the way her white tank top had ridden up to expose the soft, flat plane of her stomach and the delicate dip of her navel.

"I’ve..." He lowered his head to kiss her forehead. "controlled..." He kissed her nose. "myself..." then her burning cheeks. "for far... too long."

He kissed the corner of her lips before sending his tongue into her mouth once again, swirling with hers as his hand traveled below to cup the gentle swell of her right breast through the thin fabric of her white tank top.

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(A/N - Thanks for reading. ^..^)