Taboo Sin System

Chapter 15 Stealing A Kiss

Rachel winced as if a mosquito had bitten her, and she still did not know why. She was too busy sneering at the bullied boy while rubbing against her boyfriend.

Pan had a ten-second window to give the order, and he used it.

"Kiss me," he said, looking into her eyes. "Like it's the end of the world."

The people closest to the lockers were still smiling at the paint-thinner line. Carl had his mouth open for the next joke.

Then Rachel's eyes glazed over and her pupils blew wide, and the grins in the row died.

She let go of Carl's jacket. Her heels clicked on the tile as she stepped in.

The hall went quiet because the picture was wrong. Carl's jaw dropped. He reached for her elbow and his fingers closed on air.

"Rachel. The fuck are you doing?"

She did not answer him. One hand locked on Pan's jaw. The other fisted the front of his shirt and yanked him down and into her.

Rachel's lips hit his hard. The lipstick was cherry balm, wet and slick, which smeared across his mouth on the first press.

Her tongue pushed in and licked along his teeth, then went deeper, making it bold and messy.

The young woman drove Pan back until his shoulders hit the locker and the door jumped on its hinge. The handle dug into his spine.

Her tits crushed against his chest, heavy under the sweater, the nipples stiff enough to read through the cloth.

Rachel rolled once against his belt and made a small starving sound into the kiss, as if she had been craving it and was angry that someone might stop her.

Pan could have broken the kiss. He did not. He grabbed her waist and pulled her tighter so the cheerleader skirt rode up and her thigh slid between his.

She sucked on his lower lip and bit it. Her hand slid from his shirt to the back of his neck and held him there so he could not pull off even if he wanted to.

A girl in the second row made a noise that was half laugh and half shock. A boy near the water fountain swore under his breath. Two girls lifted their phones and zoomed until the screen was only mouths and sweater.

"That's the Osborne servant kissing Rachel. You're seeing what I'm seeing, right?"

Derek, who was supposed to be on their side, was already recording.

Carl's roar smashed the quiet. "What the fuck, Rachel?!"

He lunged, put his huge hands on her shoulders, and ripped her off Pan's mouth. A string of spit stretched between them and snapped.

Pan sucked air in and found he had not been breathing. That was his first kiss.

It had not been soft. Lipstick painted his lip and her taste was still on his tongue, cherry and heat, and the ghost of her chest was still stamped on his shirt.

Not so bad.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Carl shouted into his girlfriend's face. "Are you on drugs? Why did you kiss him?"

Rachel blinked hard and shook her head like she was climbing out of a nap. Her fingers jumped to her lips and Pan's saliva was on them.

"I don't know. One second I hated him. The next I just wanted to kiss him. Like, really bad."

She teetered on the heels, caught herself, and then the hunger sat back in her eyes. She looked at Pan as if Carl had stopped existing.

"I still do. Pan. Kiss me. Please."

[Rachel Lust +2] [Affection +1] [Corruption +1]

Derek's phone slid out of his fingers and cracked on the floor. Tyler opened his mouth and shut it again.

"No way. She wants more? What is going on here?"

"Is the Osborne kid so popular?"

"Is he a good kisser?"

"He's not that bad looking."

Rachel stepped at him again, her lipstick wrecked, her chest still rising too fast.

Pan wiped his lip with the back of his hand and put his palm on her collarbone and shoved her off.

"Control your girl, Carl," he said as if rejecting a spam caller. "She's molesting men in the locker hall."

Rachel was not listening. She lunged for his mouth a second time. Pan stepped left and shoved her shoulder this time, and she spun into Carl's chest.

"You get one kiss, Rach. That's all. Don't be greedy."

She yelped like he had stolen food off her plate. "Don't tell me not to. I said please. Just one more. Please!"

Her ankle folded and she went down begging, her eyes almost in tears. Carl caught her around the middle and locked both arms while she twisted, her tits heaving, trying to get back to Pan.

"Let go of me! I need it. I need his mouth!"

"You need a doctor," Carl snapped. "You just made out with the Osborne janitor in front of fifty people."

"I don't care. Pan. Please. Come to me, baby."

The urge would last about a minute. Pan did not give her the minute.

He turned and walked down the hall with his head up. People flattened against lockers to let him through, their phones still up.

[Challenge complete: First Kiss] [New skill: Aura Farming] [Usage: 1 x per day] [Description: Every time this skill is used the spectators' opinion of the user increases temporarily]

Carl bellowed behind him like someone had taken his car off the lot. "Get back here, Pan! You think that was funny? I'll get back at you for this!"

Rachel was fighting her boyfriend, begging, loud, ugly, and clear enough for everyone to hear.

Pan activated Aura Farming without thinking.

A thin gold edge blinked at the corners of his vision as he walked. The system did not have to explain the skill. The row of awestruck students was already making space for him.

The Osborne janitor line was dead in that hallway. Nobody would dare to call him that anymore.

Pan Osborne had been reborn.