Chapter 16: Green Tea Killian

Three minutes later...

"Damn, I finally won a round!"

"Don't worry, I'll take real good care of you, baby!"

"Courtesy demands a return—am I good to you or what? Huh? Speak up!"

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

The sounds of intense striking, accompanied by Sean’s twisted and manic voice, echoed through the air.

When Tara arrived, she saw a bruised and swollen Sean sitting on Killian’s waist, frantically throwing punches at his face.

"Do you box with your mouth, you greasy creep?"

The clear, magnetic voice carried a harsh resentment and anger that Tara had never heard before; he seemed truly infuriated.

Tara was also fuming. She shouted without hesitation, "Stop it!"

In that instant, the two men locked in the scuffle froze.

"How could you do this?"

Tara approached, her face pale and her breathing ragged, her eyes red as she scolded him.

"Exactly, how could you do this? Don't you know it's wrong to curse at people?"

Seeing someone backing him up, Sean felt emboldened and immediately tried to shift the blame.

Unexpectedly, in the next second...

"I’m talking about you, Sean!"

Tara pushed him in exasperation. "Get off him right now! How can you be so violent toward him? Are you even human?"

Sean, who had been pushed halfway across the room: "???"

Wait, we’re all speaking the same language, so why don't I understand what's happening?

"Killian, get up quickly!"

Tara looked at Killian—who was lying on the floor with his long legs bent—with a face full of sympathy and hurriedly leaned down to help him up.

A soft sensation touched his arm, accompanied by the faint scent of begonias.

Killian’s eyes flickered upward. He looked at the girl's exquisite, soft profile with slight surprise. After a moment, his thin lips curled into a rare, pleased arc.

He looked lazily at the bruised Sean. "She’s talking to you, you brute. Are you even human?"

Sean: "???"

He was so angry he laughed, pointing at his own battered face. "Wait, who's the brute here? Just look at the difference!"

However, facing his protest, Tara’s expression remained disapproving. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Shut up. Don't think I don't know how much force you used! Stop acting like a 'green tea' bitch!"

"Do you realize you're never going to get a wife if you keep this up?"

"Killian is the only one who doesn't find you repulsive, hmph!"

After her huff, she turned worriedly toward the bruise on the corner of Killian’s mouth.

"Killian, are you okay?"

Sean: "..."

Seriously, who is the 'green tea' one here?

I’m clearly the one who got beaten the worst!

He finally managed to land a few punches back and he gets cursed to never have a wife?

Even breaking heavenly laws shouldn't warrant a punishment this severe, right?

Sean felt both angry and wronged. His peach-blossom eyes looked at Tara with dissatisfaction. "You little brat, are you my sister or his? Why are you siding with an outsider?"

"You're still talking!" Tara was frustrated. "Don't you see I'm trying to help you?"

Otherwise, he really would lose his "wife" sooner or later!

She knew that the way boys dated and bonded was indeed different from girls.

But she didn't expect the difference to be this huge—or this perverted!

Calling him "baby" one second and showing no mercy the next.

If this was some special way to gain romantic pleasure, it was far too violent.

And this was just during daily leisure.

What about when they were doing

that

?

Influenced by her fujoshi roommate Cassie, Tara had been forced to learn a bit about "that side" of boys' relationships.

Her brother was so twisted; if they ever got married and actually did

that

, Killian—being the one on the bottom—would surely suffer, right?

Thinking of this, Tara’s gaze toward Killian became even more pitying and tender.

Killian, catching that look: "???"