Does it hurt?

“How can I not trust you? I was just looking for the right time. I admit that it was my fault. You can punish me any way you like. You can punish me by kissing me, or you can punish me by buying you cakes or tutoring you. If none of this works, you can hit me, of course, if you have the heart to do it." “Don't you think I have the heart to do it?" She asked angrily, without hesitation, and punched him in the chest fiercely. Her fist hurt, but nothing happened to the man who didn't even frown. Dante held her little hand and asked, "Does it hurt?" "Are you made of iron? Don't you feel the pain?" The effects of force were mutual. She hurt so much, so it was impossible that Dante didn't hurt, but he just didn't show it. "It doesn't hurt. It's sweet.I like it when you hit me." He said warmly, which made her heart tremble fiercely. He said it was sweet... This punch was sweet. Was he crazy, or was she crazy? "What... what nonsense are you talking about?" His eyes fell on her with so much hea