Taming Demi-Girl
Vol.2

Chapter 31: Have A Taste Of My Horns You Bastard!

If I had left it at this, I knew she would've been heartbroken in some way after having her heart played like a fiddle, which would probably result in her running away, and even hating me, which wasn't ideal since I still needed to 'save' her.

So instead of simply ending it on a bad note, I looked at her face, which showed an expression as if she still couldn't understand what was going on.  

And then I gave her the most mocking smile a person could ever give—that would even make Buddha rush down from the Nine Heavens and beat me up in anger because of how detestable it was, and said in a jeering tone

"Haha...But to think that you fell for that small trick, that even small children wouldn't buy. It really makes me wonder if any of that nutrition you get from the food you eat, goes to your brain or..."  

I decided to give the final blow.  

"...If all of it goes to that oversized chest of yours!"  

I viciously pointed at her chest, which made her blush in embarrassment and anger, and quickly covered up her breasts with her hands, almost as if she were guarding against a thief.  

But unfortunately for her, her chest was way too big compared to her small hands, which couldn't even cover 1/5th of the entire size of her breasts, and it made it look like she was trying to cover a massive mountain with a measly hill.

Astrid's face, which was slowly showing signs of sadness and betrayal after having her heart played, instantly changed after she heard those detestable words of mine.

And what replaced those faint signs of sadness, was a flush of red out of embarrassment for mentioning her massive breasts.  

And then a dangerous look in her eyes, that looked similar to how a bull would look at a waving red flag in a rally, for indirectly saying she was dumb as a doorbell, and couldn't even be compared to a small child in terms of intelligence.

She was even rubbing her feet backwards on the floor she was standing on, as if she were getting ready to ram me out the window of the classroom like an actual bull, which was exactly what I wanted to see her doing by provoking her.  

Instead of feeling sad for herself from being played by a boy, I wanted her to vent all those emotions on me, so that she could feel that she caused enough pain to me for us to be even.

But I knew that she was only at the threshold of lashing out, and needed one more push to bring her over the brink of fury.

So with a mocking smile on my face, that could probably even make me punch myself out of anger, if I ever saw it in the mirror.  

I said righteously, as if I were sacrificing myself for a better cause

"But Astrid, since you have already proposed to allow you to be my girlfriend, I'll reluctantly accept your desperate proposal and take you in..."

I then gave her one final sneer, and slowly said, emphasizing each word to rub it in her face.

"...After all I  don't want to be called someone who plays with a girl's heart, and throws it away after he gets bored."

This final sentence of mine seemed to have broken the camel's back, as I could see rage on Astrid's face for being mocked so openly, and she finally charged forward towards me at full speed with her head bent down, as if she were going to ram me with full force, which was exactly what I wanted her to do.

The moment she started to dash towards, I got up from my chair and spread my arms, like I was going to give her a big hug. And with a look of satisfaction on my face, I smiled and exclaimed

"Now, come, my girlfriend! Give your boyfriend a big hug!"

"You can go and hug my horns, you bastard!!!"

Bam~

That was the last line I heard her shout, before she rushed towards me like a crazed bull with the fire of vengeance in her eyes and rammed into my chest at full force, using her forehead that was as hard as steel.  

Slam~

And then, sent me flying all the way to the other side of the room, where I smacked into the wall like I was road kill.

Chapter 32: A Human Ragdoll

Bang~

Slam~

"Oww...That hurt more than I expected it to..."

After getting rammed by Astrid at full force, I slammed into the wall behind me like a bag of meat.  

She rammed me so hard, that I was in mid-air for a second or two before hitting the wall on my back.

Her attack on me almost felt like I was hit by an actual bull on the rampage, with my chest throbbing in pain from the impact of her forehead, which felt like it was made out of bone.  

And not only did my chest hurt, so did my back from being thrown into a solid wall.

Well, at least she didn't use her horns to pierce through me, or else I would've left this world the same day I came.

Seeing me clutch my chest and lie on the floor like I chest got shot, Astrid came back to her senses, and the fire in her eyes subsided as she covered her mouth in shock, as if she couldn't believe what she just did.

She looked at my sorry figure with worry in her eyes and looked really regretful for what she had done.  

She even took a step forward, as if she wanted to help me up and apologize for what she did.  

But she suddenly stopped in her place, when she saw me casually get up as if I just woke up from a long nap, even though I was flung across the room by her, and then looked at her with a sneer on my face, as if I were telling her if that's all she could do.

"You resilient bastard!"

Seeing that I was making an obvious mockery of her, even after getting slammed by her, her rage that had subsided flared up again, and after kicking back her feet two times, she charged into me again and rammed me towards the desks in the classroom.

~Bang!

~Rattle!

I crashed into the desks, and a few of them even fell over from the impact.  

Astrid looked like she was thinking the punishment I received was enough, and any more would be too much.  

But that changed once again, when I got up after shoving the chairs on top of me and looked at her with the same look I gave before, even though my hair was messed up and my uniform was dusty from rolling over the ground multiple times.

She was a little surprised that I could still get up after all that, and looked like she was wondering what my body was made up. But that was quickly replaced with a resolute look on her face, as if this time she wasn't going to let me go and wasn't going to stop until I begged her to.

~Slam!

~Bang!

She charged at me and rammed me into the other side; where I rolled over the ground like a ball.

Before I could even get up, I could hear the sound of Astrid running at me, as if she knew that I was going to get up and taunt her again.  

So before I could even fully get up and look her, she rammed me into another set of desks once again.

Bam~

Rattle~

And once again, I was flung over to a different side of the class.

Bam~

Rattle~

And once again...

Bam~

Rattle~

And once again...

Bam~

Rattle~

And once again...

After throwing me around the class, to the point that there wasn't a single desk or chair in the classroom that was in the same position as it was when we came in, she finally stopped her rampage.

With her breath slowly getting a little haggard after dashing around the class, she looked at me, to see if I was finally down for the count, which had to be the case after all those throws, that even the strongest minotaur of her race wouldn't be able to handle.

But when she looked over, her face twisted in shock, disbelief, and even some fear, as the person she had expected to be writhing on the ground, was standing like nothing happened and looking at her with a grin on his face; even though I looked like I fell off a cliff and rolled all the way to the bottom.

She was flabbergasted, seeing me standing there when she was sure that I wouldn't be able to get up, and just stared at me in a daze.

Her look of fury even started to change and turned into that of sympathy, as if she were looking at a cornered animal that was on the verge of death but refused to give up its life.  

Even though that animal was tathered and bruised and in obvious pain, it still refused to accept its fate and kneel over, like she expected it to.

There was even a look of admiration behind her eyes, as if she found my futile efforts praiseworthy.

But even though she found it admirable, she still knew that we weren't on the same side, and it was her responsibility as the hunter to put me down and relieve me of the brutal pain I was causing myself.

Her eyes narrowed, and there was a look of determination in them that I had never seen in her before, which looked very cute when you added in her small flaring nostrils and ears that were flapping up and down, as if they were excited to find such a worthy opponent.

She dashed at me once again. But this time I knew from the look in her eyes that she wasn't going to stop until I stayed down for the good of me.  

Bam~

She rammed into me, sending me across the class.  

I thought I was going to hit the concrete floor once again and braced for impact. But all of a sudden I felt something hard on my abdomen and got thrown up again.  

Bam~

Before I could even understand what happened, I was hit while I was flying mid-air once again.

Bam~

Bam~

Bam~

Only after I was hit and flung over in midair like a badminton cock five consecutive times, did I manage to catch a glimpse of what was hitting me this whole while since it was moving so fast.

It was Astrid who hit me in mid air, before I could even reach the ground and was flinging me across the class.  

She would hit me and send me flying. And before I could hit the ground, she would have already dashed to that place using her incredibly thick and long legs, and rammed me somewhere else.

She would then repeat the same process, and move to the place I was going to fall, and hit me back.  

It was almost as if she was playing a game of volleyball with me, where I wasn't a player who was playing against her, but the ball itself she was playing around with.

It seems like she was really going all out to make me yield.

But sadly for her, even though her race possessed incredible innate speed and strength, they had horrible stamina and tolerance.  

Because of that drawback, she was sweating bricks and breathing heavily, as if she just finished a marathon, which also made her breasts move up and down like mountains that were going through a land-changing earthquake.

But even though she seemed exhausted and completely out of energy, she still seemed to want to make me give up and yield, after seeing me stand up once again.

She bit her lips in frustration after looking at the weak smile I still had on my face, even though I looked more pathetic than a begger on the street, and walked up to me with heavy strides as if she were even struggling to walk after exhausting herself.

After walking right in front of me, she looked directly at me with a fierce expression, as if she'd rather die than give up, and grabbed me by the collar and actually picked me up until we were about the same height with her monstrous strength.

I looked at her, wondering whether she was going to throw me around like a ragdoll or slam me into the floor. But it turned out to neither of them.

Slap~ Slap~ Slap~

I felt my face get slapped around.  

It was beyond my expectations to get slapped on the face since her hands were occupied with lifting me up.  

But she found a way around it by using the smooth side of her curved horns, to bitch slap me by moving her head left and right.

Chapter 33: Bitch Slapped

Slap~ Slap~ Slap~

As she swiftly moved her head around to perfectly hit me in such a way that her horn's tip didn't graze me and leave a horrific wound, I watched as her black hair swished left and right from the vigorous movement of her head.  

But more importantly, I was watching her bountiful breasts sway left and right, like they were on a rocking boat.

Her lab coat had loosened up a bit, after running around, which made them flutter backwards and reveal the full outline of her breasts under her black shirt.  

I thought that they were huge when I first saw them. But only after seeing them without the lab coat did I truly understand how big they actually were.  

Not only were they protruding out of her body, all the way till they reached a feet from her chest.  

But they also occupied a massive surface area on her chest.  

It looked like her breasts started to climb from her collarbone, and descended from the other side of the mountain all the way to her lower abdomen.

If anyone else saw this wonderful sight, they would've simply thought 'Hehe...Big titty's', like there was something wrong with their brains because of the overwhelming affect her breasts had, on others mental states, be it a boy or a girl.  

But I started to look at them even deeper and further, and I had some doubts about this suspiciously large chest of hers.

Although I had some doubts, they weren't questions that I could easily ask her, so I decided to ignore them for now.

I'll definitely get my answer later, when I personally remove those buttons from her shirt and see for myself if what I think is correct.

But even though I say that others will start to act a little weird after seeing her chest, I was also no different from them, as I stared at them closely to reveal their mystery.

My lips also couldn't help but curl up in delight from having these slabs of meat swinging in front of me, and I unconsciously gave a wide smile that probably made me look very stupid.  

"You!...You're still smiling?!"

Slap~ Slap~ Slap~

Unfortunately for me, it seems like Astrid thought that my lecherous smile, which was the most genuine smile I had given in a while, was another one of the smiles I've been giving her after getting back from a beating, to provoke her.  

Because of this, she got even more angry, seeing that I was smiling directly at her face when I was brutally being smacked around by her, and started to slap me with her horns even faster.

She was slapping me around so fast that I couldn't even see her horns properly, and all that was left was a blackish blur.  

I could even feel beads of her sweat, that were running down her forehead, splashing onto my face with all that movement going on.

Her goal seemed to be, to make me give up, or at least make me stop smiling, after smacking me around faster than she had before.  

But unfortunately for her, it had the opposite effect, and my smile only grew wider and wider after seeing her breasts also sway more violently with her increased speed.  

They were moving so vigorously that they could probably deal more damage if I was hit by them in the head, then hit by her horns.

Slap~ Slap~ Slap~

Seeing that my smile was getting even more obnoxious, Astrid seemed to have thought I was even mocking her efforts at hitting me more and laughing at her for even trying.

Because of this, she increased her speed even further and smacked me around so fast that even her face, started to look like a blur in my eyes.  

But even though I could barely see her beautiful face, I could still see her massive breasts in my vision, which also made me grin even more from all that reckless movement.

Slap~ Slap~ Slap~

Seeing me smile even wider than before, she increased her speed even further. But simultaneously, as if I were following her cue, the smile on my face turned more vivid. And even my eyes were gleaming, seeing the glorious sight before me.

Slap~ Slap~ Slap~

She increased her speed. I smiled wider.

Slap~ Slap~ Slap~

She increased her speed. I smiled even wider.

Slap~ Slap~ Slap~

She increased her speed. I gave the widest smile a man could ever give.

I thought that this cycle of her hitting me faster and faster, and me smiling wider and wider would go on until my cheeks split apart from smiling too much, while her head moved at the speed of Mach 1, comparable to that of a jet.  

But all of it turned into a wishful hope of mine to see her chest sway at the speed of sound, as she slowly started to decrease the speed she hit, as time went on with each hit.

Even though she had the spirit and determination to make me submit, her body couldn't keep up with the demands her mind had, and she slowly started to lose energy.  

She was already pretty exhausted after throwing me around. And after slapping me around non-stop, it only turned worse to the point where I could hear her gasping for air, with an exhausted look on her face, while the hands holding my collar were trembling as if they had lost all their strength.

Her attacks were also going slower and slower, where I could only feel her horn hit my cheek once every 5 seconds instead of 5 times every one second, like she was hitting me a minute ago.  

And even these attacks, which I barely felt with how weak they were, eventually stopped with her giving her final hit that felt more like a tender caress, than the vicious attack she intended to inflict on me.

After that final attack, Astrid's chest heaved up and down, as she breathed heavily to catch up on her breath. Since her face was right next to mine, I could feel her warm and moist breath, which also smelled like sweet milk just like her body did, on my face.

And even though she was panting in front of me like a dog on a hot day, and had sweat dripping down her throat all the way into her deep valleys, her eyes were still locked onto my face, which still had a small grin from the aftereffects of staring at her swaying breasts too much.

I thought that she would have an indignant and unwilling look on her face, after not making me yield to her like she intended to. Or a fierce look as if she were telling me that she wasn't done with me yet, and that she would deal with me in some way or another in the future.

But to my utter surprise, what was on her face wasn't unwillingness or determination like I thought it would be. But it was an absolutely adorable sight of her, staring at me with her beautiful grey eyes and pouting at me with a little anger, like she felt wronged.

She looked at me like me, like an angry little girlfriend would, after her boyfriend didn't do something she asked her for. And really wanted him to do it for her, which was really surprising since I was expecting her to be really angry or something.

I mean, she did look at me angrily. But there was a hint of coquettishness to it, that made you want to hug her and soothe her for making her angry.

Even though she didn't say a word, the expression she was giving and feeling as if she felt wronged, that I understood from 'Resonance', was enough to make me understand that she was probably thinking along the lines of  

'Stupid! Idiot! Dumbo! Can't you atleast act like my attacks affected you in the slightest to satisfy my desire of seeing you yield? Can't you just stop smiling once to satisfy this pityful vanity of mine? Do you not have any tact in front of a cute girl like me at all?!'.

After having one last look at me to see if I would stop smiling even after looking at the pleading look on her face, Astrid sighed and shook her head with a small smile of defeat and self-pity on her face, as if she finally accepted her loss.

The moment she accepted her defeat, it was as if all the strength that was holding on in hopes of making me submit, sapped out of her body.  

And she let go of my collar, letting me finally drop to the ground, as she too dropped to the ground with her legs spread apart, with an exhausted look on her face as if she had just fought a long and hard battle.

Chapter 34: I Like Them Strong And Feisty

I didn't want her to feel lonely after plopping down onto the floor, so I accompanied her and sat down right in front of her in a cross legged position.

While Astrid looked exhausted and was breathing heavily to catch up on her breath and sat in a very unlady-like manner.  

I sat comfortably in front of her, and simply stared at her in admiration after seeing the fighting spirit, determination, and perseverance she showed me today, which I honestly didn't expect from a girl like her.

At first, I thought she was a calm and collected girl who gave off the image of an experienced doctor or scholar.  

But only after talking with her did I understand that this girl was not an intellectual person like I thought. But she was actually a ditz who spoke her mind without thinking about it quite often, and was always quick to regret it.  

She then kept on surprising me with her perseverance to fight back, when she was provoked, and her determination to make me admit defeat, even if she had to drop down to the floor in complete exhaustion by the end, which simply made her look much more attractive in my eyes.

I thought the most eye-catching thing about her would be her overwhelming breasts. But the fighting spirit she showed today to take me down at all costs, outshined whatever meat she had on her chest, no matter how magnificent of a sight it may be.

But I still do wonder why was she trying to act like an aloof and mature person before, when her true personality was far from it, and was actually a naive little girl who easily got tricked by me.

Was it simply because she wasn't in the best mood earlier, so she restrained her emotions and showed a calm facade, or is there something else to it?

While I was thinking about the two sides the girl in front of me showed, I heard Astrid finally talk  

"You're one tough cookie, aren't you?"

Astrid seemed to have relaxed herself after that exhausting session she had with me, and regulated her breathing until she seemed to return to her normal state.  

She looked at me with a slight smile on her face. And looked like a person who lost to someone in a competition but was still willing to accept their defeat and even appreciate the opponent's efforts and praise them for it.

I simply gave her a chuckle and said  

"I could say the same for you. I thought that you would be done for the count after throwing me around the classroom. But who would've thought, you'd simply lift me up and slap me around with your horns.

You're probably the only member of your race who thought of using their horns to bitch slap someone into submission."

My words made her eyes light up, and she nodded her head, as if she were praising my observation that she didn't think I would understand or appreciate.  

She then crossed her arms with a slightly prideful look that came from the praise I had for her, and said in a slightly haughty voice

"You're not too bad either. I thought you'd be rolling on the floor in pain, after I sent you flying the first time. But somehow you took it without any care, and just casually stood up.  

Not even a minotaur of my own race can do that.

And, not only did you tank my first blow, you even took every hit I gave you after that, as if it were simply a routine exercise for you and you were still the last person standing." She looked at me with a hint of praise in her eyes.

She then looked like she thought of something and said with the same pouting look she gave earlier

"But seriously, I get that you wanted to show off and irritate me, telling me that my attacks barely affected you by smiling at my face every time you got up and got hit by me. But couldn't you have at least dialed it down a little by the end for your sake and mine?

If you hadn't shown that mocking smile of yours when I lifted you up, that only grew wider and wider when I hit you, I wouldn't have increased the strength of my attacks, and you wouldn't have been hit as much.

And also, if you hadn't been smiling the whole time, I would've simply felt sorry for you, and let you go with the first ram and would've satisfied my own vanity."

"Why do you have to go to such an extent just to irritate me? Do you not like me so much that you would go as far as abusing your own body, just so you could make fun of me? Do you really hate me that much?"  

She looked at me indignantly, as if she were asking me, what I did to her to make me want to treat her the way, I treated her.

"Who said I was smiling, just to irritate you?"  

I asked, looking at her, wondering where she got that idea from.

"You weren't?" She asked in surprise. She then said suspiciously  

"But you were clearly smiling at me, as if you were mocking me in the face. Especially the smile you had on your face after you got up from my attacks. It was the stereotypical smile the bad guy would give the hero to mock him for your futile efforts."

"I don't know if you've watched too many movies to say that I smile like an actual villian, or if my smile is genuinely the way you described. But the reason I was smiling wasn't because I was trying to irritate you."  

I then said as if it were a matter of fact

"I was simply smiling because I was happy."

"Happy about what?" She enquired with a curious look on her face.

"I was happy because I saw you." I pointed at her.

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".."

"..."

"What?!"  

Astrid exclaimed in surprise, a little embarrassed about my statement. She then pointed at herself and said  

"You were happy and smiling because you saw me? What does that even mean? It doesn't make any sense."

"How does it not make any sense?" I straightly asked.  

"Some people love delicacies. So they become elated when they see a delicious dish on their plate. Some people like cars. So they look at them with their jaws wide open, when a car they like passes by them...So what's wrong with me grinning like an idiot, when I look at a pretty girl like you?"

Astrid looked at me blankly at first, as if she didn't understand what I said.  

But after a few seconds, it was as if a light bulb went off in her head, and she realised what I meant.  

Her face flushed, and she looked like she wanted to deny what I said, but she was too embarrassed to do so. She simply shook her head as if trying to tell herself not to trust the guy in front of her, and said while trying to keep herself together

"T-That still doesn't make sense. If you really like pretty girls like me-...N-No! I mean if what you said was really true, then why were you only smiling at me when you got up, after I hit you, and not any time before that. Why were you not smiling like an idiot, when you met me?"  

She couldn't bring herself to call herself cute, and blushed at the thought of it.

"What kind of question is that?" I sighed, while looking at her, like the reason was obvious.

"I mean, what would you do if you saw a guy smile at you like a lunatic, the moment you met him?"

"I'd probably avoid him." Astrid said immediately, without even thinking about it.

"My point proven."

"T-Then, why did you start smiling at me every time you got up? How is it different from what you said?" She asked, unwilling to believe that I only smiled with no other intention in mind.

Well, I had a lot of intentions when I was constantly smiling at her, most of them which were to provoke her, and the rest were because of her swaying chest, which was out of my control.  

But it's not like I can say any of those reasons, unless I wanted her to ram me once again, so I had to spin a different story just for her.

"Well about that...I was actually controlling myself from smiling the whole time when I was with you. But the moment I saw you looking at me fiercely, as if you wanted to tear me into pieces whenever I got up, I couldn't help myself and smile at the sight."

"Why would you smile at something like that? Wouldn't a normal person be scared of that sight?" She looked at me strangely.

"Well, a normal person would be scared." I paused and then said guiltily

"But girls that look like they could beat me up and make me submit are my type of women, so I couldn't help but grin, when I saw the fury in your eyes and the aggression in the attacks that you landed on me."

"Pervert!"  

She exclaimed and blushed, looking at the person who basically said, he got off women that could beat him up.

Chapter 35: Can I Lift Your Mom's Burden For Her?

"That I am. I have nothing to say against it." I put my hands up in the air and surrendered.

I thought that she would scold me even more after exposing who I really was.  

But to my surprise, she simply ignored me and looked down shyly while playing with her fingers and muttered something I couldn't really hear.

"So that means he really was only smiling because he saw me. So that means he really thinks that I'm pretty...Hehe"

Although I couldn't hear what she said, I'm pretty sure the white book, which is probably writing down everything that's happening here, also noted down whatever she said as some parts that could be detrimental to the story itself, which the protagonist himself doesn't know will be written by the book for a better reading experience.  

If I had the book on me right now, I could probably find out what she said. But I didn't bring it with me, and it was still in class.  

The book also had other similar features where it wouldn't simply use my perspective to write the story, for a better reading experience, to cater to whoever is reading this now, which I'll probably see in use later.

"What's got you smiling like that?"  

I asked after seeing Astrid mutter something and grinning like an idiot.

"N-Nothing! It's nothing!" She quickly snapped out of her daze, shook her head, and denied.  

"B-But really though. I can't believe you actually tanked all my hits and got up like it was nothing."  

She quickly changed the topic to divert my attention. She then looked at me in wonder, and a curious look in her eyes and said

"That's something that even the strongest minotaurs of my race, can't do so casually like you did. Just what is your body made out of?

"Especially your face. I thought I would at least bruise it a bit when I swung my horns around. But I didn't even leave a tiny scratch on it, and it looks good as new." Astrid said in amazement, as if she were describing a car.

"Is it really made out of flesh and skin? Or is there a layer of leather behind it all?"  

Astrid joked with a cheeky smile and brought her hands towards my face, as if she were going to feel my cheeks.

But just as her slender hand was going to stroke my face, her hand froze, and a look of realisation appeared on her face. She seemed to have realised how affectionate her action was, and pulled her hand back in embarrassment.

But before she could move her hand back an inch, I quickly caught her hand and said  

"Don't worry. I won't bite."

I then placed her fingers on my left cheek and let her caress my skin, which made her face slightly red.  

Seeing that her hand was already on my cheek and I seemed to be completely okay with it, her curiosity about my resilience got to her, and she slowly started to move her fingers up and down my cheek to feel it up.

She then swirled around my cheekbones and went down to my chin and used her thumb to nudge them, as if she were testing the fabric of the material she bought.

The curious look in her eyes got more obvious, and she brought her other hand to my other cheek to cover more ground since one hand wasn't enough.

She moved a little closer to me till her knees were touching my crossed legs, and she continued to feel up my face as if she were blind and wanted to know how I looked by touching it.

Her hands synchronised with one another, and they followed a single motion.  

Both her hands stroked my cheeks, then she streched my forehead with her fingers, and then used her thumbs to gently touch the outline of my eyes.

I saw that she was particularly fond of touching my eyes and brows, from the way her hand started to feel a bit warmer and the tip of her nose started to turn red, whenever she caressed my eyelids.

Even more of an obvious sign that she was getting some gratification from my eyes, were her fluffy ears that were perked up, and her grey eyes that looked enamored with my own.

I thought that she would stay on my eyes forever. But she finally moved her hands away from them, and started to pinch my cheeks like I was a child.

She tried to pinch them and pull them apart. But since I don't have much fat on my face, her efforts were futile. And she couldn't grab much, and could only pinch my cheeks using the tips of her fingers, which made her give a dissatisfied look and say  

"You really need to eat more. Look at how thin and bony you are. I can't even grab an ounce of flesh from your cheek."

"I think I'm what they called well-toned and fit. And not thin and bony, as you said." I said, as she tried her best to grab some flesh from my cheek, like she wanted to gobble it up.

"And I could say the opposite to you."  

I told and then looked down at her breasts, which were right before me. And while leering at her breasts in an obvious manner, I said

"I think you should start eating less, or else I'm afraid those balloons on your chest will grow a little too much, and you'll be unable to buy any clothes that fit you.  

I'm even a little scared your shirt will explode in my face right now, and rip it off with it's blast force."

"That's not something I can control!"  

Astrid blushed after seeing me ogling her chest, and pulled my cheeks harder as a form of punishment for doing so, and then continued to say

"I got it from my mom. So there's nothing I can do about it and can only let it grow."

"It's okay Astrid. Don't worry about it." I gave her a look of reassurance, which made her wonder what I was talking about.  

I then lifted my hands up, like I was holding a massive boulder, and said with confidence

"If there ever comes a day when your breasts grow so big, that you struggle to carry them.  

Then I'll simply be your burden holder, and I'll be by your side everyday and carry them for you."

"Pervert!" She blushed and pulled my cheeks even harder, while her breasts bounced from her exclamation.

"As if I'd let you do so!"

"I mean, if you don't want my help, you could always introduce me to your mom...Since it seems like she's carrying a bigger burden than you, from the words you said about her." I struggled to let out a few words from my mouth because of the way she was tightly pulling my cheeks.

"Nooo! I won't let you touch my mom either!"

Bam!~

Chapter 36: It's Because You're A Masochist!

Hearing that I had eyes on her mom, Astrid went into bull mode once again and headbutted my forehead with hers.  

She was probably expecting me to be the one holding my forehead in anguish and rubbing it to relieve some of the pain I would have felt.  

But instead, it was she who took her hands off my cheek and was using both of her hands to rub her head with a painful look on her face, as if she just ran into a pole, while I simply chuckled at her failed attempt at a headbutt.

I guess seeing me smile at her hilarious self-injury hurt more than the hit on her forehead, as her grey eyes started to tear up as, she glared at me for bullying her.  

She looked really aggrieved, and looked like she was going to headbutt me once again to make me feel the same way she was right now.

But before she could move her head forward to smack me once again, I quickly removed her hands that were rubbing her forehead and replaced them with mine, and gently caressed the area where she got hit like I was her nurse.  

She looked like she was still angry at me for being so nonchalant about her attacks, that she was putting all her efforts into and wanted me to remove my hands from her forehead.  

But after feeling the tender massage I was giving her on the place that really hurt, she quickly simmered down and let me rub her forehead.

It looked like I was doing a much better job of rubbing her forehead, than she was, as all her muscles on her face relaxed, as if she were getting an actual massage. And she would even close her eyes from time to time, as if she were really trying to sink into the experience.

When I pulled my hands away from her forehead after a solid minute of massaging, she looked like a calf that had her mother's udders taken away from her when she was feeding and looked a little sad and disappointed.  

But seeing that the one giving her the relaxing massage, was the same guy who was constantly pissing her off and mocking her with his smile, she turned away from me, crossed her arms, and pouted, which looked very adorable, especially with her black ears that were moving up and down as if they too were angry with me.

Astrid seemed to have thought of something while she was ignoring me, so she turned her to look at me begrudgingly, and gave me an apprehensive look and asked  

"Did it not even hurt a little bit?"

"What hurts?"  

"The place where I hit you."

"You mean one of the 100 places where you rammed into me, and threw me across the class." I asked with a tragic smile on my face.

"I-I was talking about your forehead!...But since you insist on bringing that up. Then I'll ask you, if any of my attacks actually hurt."  

She first had a guilty look on her face, as if she felt sorry that she thrashed me around. But she quickly changed her expression, to one that was telling me that I deserved what I got, when she realised that was the actual victim in this scene who got played around with.

"Well, to tell you the truth, it really did hurt. It hurt so much that I felt like I couldn't even breath properly..."  

I said, with a look of reminiscence of her attacks, which I didn't want to feel again, as every single one of them felt like I was getting rammed by a car over and over again.

"Really?! It really hurt?!"  

Astrid exclaimed with an excited look on her face, as if she heard some life-changing news, which made me wonder if she was actually a sadistic little cow.

"Which one?! Which one of my attacks hurt you so much?!...Tell me quickly, so that I could feel even a little bit satisfied, that my efforts weren't all in vain!"

"All of them." I said, as I saw her getting close to me to hear my answer with shining eyes.  

"All of them hurt."

My answer to her question made her freeze, and the excitement on her face was washed away, and was replaced with a look of doubt.

"What do you mean by that? I thought you couldn't feel anything with the casual way you were acting."

"I'd have to be inhumane to not feel anything from all those attacks that could even bring a full grown tree down." I joked with a chuckle.  

"Then doesn't that mean you were in pain the whole time?" She said with a remorseful, look on her face, as if she had done something horrible. She then looked at me with an uneasy look on her face and asked

"Why would you do that? Why would you act like it didn't bother you, even though it would've hurt so much?...You could have just stayed on the ground, when I first hit you and I would've stopped right there, feeling a little sorry for you. Why did you get up l, even though you were in so much pain?"

She had a nervous look on her face and looked very regretful about hurting me, which was exactly what I wanted to see from her, after revealing that I was actually in pain this whole time.  

Now, I would simply say that it was nothing compared to the pain she must have felt when I manipulated her to think she actually liked me. And that I was taking all those hits to make up for it, which should be enough to move her heart and make her forget about what I did and forgive me.

"Oh I got it!"

But unexpectedly, she didn't react the way I thought she would, and before I could give her an actual reply, she seemed to have thought of her own reasons as to why I let her hit me so many times, and exclaimed with her face brightening up, as if she solved a great mystery.

The dramatic mood I built up was completely lost with her shout, and she actually looked excited that she found the reason herself, and even crossed her arms and nodded as if it all made sense.

She then glanced at me with a sheepish look on her face, and mumbled a few words

"I knew that you were a little weird. But I didn't think that, you were that much of a pervert."

She wrapped her arms around herself more tightly, as she looked at me warily, almost like she was guarding herself against me. And scooted her butt back a little to distance to herself from me, which really made me wonder what she was thinking about.

"W-What would you make you say that about me?" I asked, a little nervous about what she was going to say.

"Hmph! It's because I figured out why you let me hit you so many times when you could've just stayed down the whole time, you little pervert." She glanced at me, as she emphasized her last word.

"And what exactly did you figure out?"  

My eyes twitched, with the way she was looking at me like a fiend on the streets.

"What else, other then the fact that you tanked all those hits of mine, because you found them pleasurable!" Astrid pulled out an outrageous statement, out of nowhere.

Chapter 37: A Horrible Misunderstanding

"What?"