“You really are a bad kisser. Should I teach you?” Because of his gentle and elegant tone, it took me a while to fully understand what he meant. Nell blushed as she realized the meaning of Arthur’s words. ‘… You said you would teach me. That means let’s kiss.’ Even teaching her could be interpreted as saying that she should do it over and over again until Nell became good at kissing. Nell pondered the meaning of ‘should I teach you?’ for a long time, then mustered up the courage and asked him. “What do you mean?” “What do you want to teach me?” Arthur spoke with a refreshing expression, as if he was telling me what to eat for breakfast. “Sex, of course. Are you just planning on kissing me? You said you like my face.” That was twice as strange and four times as surprising as what Nell had expected.