"I'll kiss your forehead to drive away that headache" (Pink Trigger's Power >6)

"I'll kiss your forehead to drive away that headache."

If anybody pulled this in real-life, then best case, they'd be laughed at like they were a clown, right? I might be taken as a womanizer or worse, a pervert. Heck, the guy was well within rights to deck me if he wanted to. I loved him too and respected him... but that didn't mean I didn't want to fuck his wife.

To my surprise, nobody protested. It wasn't as though she was grinning ear to ear at the idea. I wasn't quite that magic yet. Still, you could see that she was so spell-bound by the idea of pleasing me as some big time investor that she wasn't going to say no. Better yet: he wasn't going to either! "Mister Player is a foreigner, Natsuhi. This is simply a custom to him. You know how the Americans are, hm hm..." Krauss chuckled, though I could tell from his face he wasn't especially hot on that intimate gesture. He's often painted as a coward... well, maybe he is a coward, but he treasures his wife. Just... not as much as I do.

What else could I do but act on the impulse? Sticking both hands into the pockets of my frumpy suit, I stood to my feet and walked across the room. Her eyes flickered open for just a moment before I leaned over her seated body and placed my lips on her forehead. Was it sexy? Not exactly. Was it the perfect expression of the love I felt? Still not quite.

But was it a good proof of concept? I'd say yes.

"I'm quite fine now, thank you," Natsuhi protested, squirming slightly as Krauss watched with a mildly upset frown on his face.