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That evening, as Juin waited for Wesley outside the latter's school, he could not help but rub his sore cheek constantly. "Did she have to use so much force?"
He had to attend the last of his classes for the day with a sore cheek that had an extremely bright handprint on it. And he had to deal with the looks and snickers that were thrown at him by his classmates.
Even if no one saw what transpired, it was obvious that he had been slapped by someone.
Hearing Juin's mumble, Lucifer laughed and said, "I'm surprised she did not throw you over her shoulder. You should count your blessings that she only gave you a slap and a silent treatment. If she were my Izzy, you'd have been afflicted with boils and painful and lasting punishments for at least a week. To think that a wimp like you actually dare to steal a kiss from a maiden… What has the world become?"
