After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 682

Chapter 682: Frenemies (Part 2)
“Besides, I’ve kissed dozens of women and they said they liked it! I also liked it!” he yelled, leaning ever so closely to her. Winona flushed a bit, but she wasn’t weak!

How could she be intimidated by this womanizing idiot?!

NEVER!!!

She looked at him up and down, a smug smile gracing her pink lips. “Pffft—you think you’re a good kisser? I think it’s disgusting!” How many different germs are in there?

She rudely pointed at him. “With your bad mouth, I don’t think anyone would want to kiss you!”

Winona was well-bred and was very much leashed, but when she went wild, then she really went wild. When she discovered gaming and sports, her adoption of the potty mouth was not to be underestimated.

“Oh, yeah?!”

“Yeah!”

The two of them continued to hurl insults at each other, their increasing need to win getting them closer to each other. It was as if closer meant louder and was therefore more effective.

But then somehow… for some reason… their near-touching lips really gravitated towards each other. They touched for a bit, sending electricity down their spines.

Surprised, they forgot they were in an argument and froze in shock. They ended up shifting, rubbing their lips against each other. Whether it was to feel more or to part, they weren’t really certain.

Either way, the friction they felt was glorious. The atmosphere was stagnant and they moved, but it just brought them closer in the end.

They wanted to say it was an accident, but it was like their bodies moved on their own. In the end—as if their brains died for a moment—they just chased the pleasure that they had not yet felt before.

Ansel pulled her up to be able to get a better and comfortable access to her mouth, while Winona wrapped her arms around his neck to support her weight because her legs were buckling.

“Hmm….” Winona hummed as Ansel began to plunder her. His hand touched the curve of her back, pulling her flush to him. He felt all her softness, and he had to admit he had long been curious how it felt.

It did not disappoint.

Ansel parted her soft lips with his tongue, entering. He ate her moans as his tongue danced with hers, and soon their exchange made their legs soften, and they fell back to the sofa.

They didn’t even know how long they were making out until the door opened and someone cleared their throat.

~End of (Embarrassing) Flashback~

Althea tried to stop herself from giggling… but she couldn’t.

Garan smiled as he patted her shaking back. “Don’t hold back, it’s bad for the body.”

As such, Althea laughed right at their faces. It took a while for her to calm down, and the two just wanted to bury themselves into the sofa.

“Well, I always knew you two would end up together,” she said after taking a sip of water Garan offered. She just never commented for fear that they’d go the other way just to prove her wrong.

This comment naturally made the two look at her in aghast and offense. “WHAT?!”

“HELL NO!” they yelled, and Ansel even added: “I love you sis, but this time you’re blind!”

This earned him a glare from Garan and he quickly shut his mouth.

Anyway, the two looked at Althea with flushed faces, intent on proving her wrong.

Winona pointed at Ansel, face looking like an apple. “I don’t like ambiguous casanovas like him!”

“Who wants duplicitous women like you!” Ansel snapped back, face also as red as a baboon’s butt.

Althea smiled, knowing they were both being duplicitous. However, she was also afraid they’d run and sleep with other people just to make their point.

She mused for a while before ending up with a plan. During this silence, the two didn’t speak either, trying to make sense of what had happened.

The continued tingling in their bodies—as if urging to find that pleasure again—was not helping them at all!

Althea looked at the two of them for a while before speaking. “What about we do this? I’ll give you two a challenge. If you participate, you would get a hundred gold each, plus another 100 for the winner.”

Winner?

As in there was a loser?

Also, the amount rang nicely in their minds and they looked at her, “I’m listening,” they said, quite in-sync, too, and it just agitated them even more.

“Whoever gets the other to ask them for a kiss wins.”

“WHAT?!”

“I see what you’re doing—NO! I’m never going to be with him!”

“Ptooey! I cringe at the thought of kissing her!”

Althea and Garan looked at the fools in denial. It was as if they weren’t kissing each other’s face out off a few minutes ago…

“I see… you’re afraid for falling for the other. It’s a pity, but okay.”

“I’m not!” The two yelled simultaneously. “Fine! I take this challenge!”

She smiled, relieved.

Althea loved her best friend and knew she was looking for love. At the same time, she wasn’t clueless about Ansel’s ambiguous affection, but she also knew it for what it was.

She simply didn’t point it out lest things get awkward. Anyway, he knew he’d grow out of it someday, and she was relieved to see the chemistry between him and Winona as soon as they met.

They would always banter, but they failed to realize how immature they were only towards each other. At the same time, despite hurling the occasional insult, they would still show low-key ways of caring for each other.

For example, when Ansel got a lot of bruises from a training session, Winona would magically always have some ointment in her bag (which she would proceed to throw on Ansel’s face, in the guise of testing if he learned anything).

Similarly, when Winona would go to her and cry about another failed love story, there would magically be a lot of apple products (Winona’s favorite fruit) like apple juice, apple ice cream, and the like in their fridge.

They never saw this but she, an outsider, could see it clearly.

It was years in the making, but they finally took a step forward.

If they proved to be good for each other during this time, then she’d do her best to make sure they’d end up with each other.