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.