56 Force Confession The classroom fell into an eerie silence after my outburst. Every student was taken aback, thinking that a major confrontation was about to unfold. It appeared that Guk Bastard was still the sa troubleso character from the past.
However, to their astonishnt, he didn't utter a word. Instead, he simply returned to his seat, his face drained of color. It was a surprising turn of events, one that left the class speechless .
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The notification of the XP points jolted , but I was far too consud by my anger to pay it much attention. My mind was racing with thoughts of how to make this bastard pay for his cris. Unfortunately, with so many witnesses around, I knew I had to bide my ti.
"Let's start the class," I announced, taking on the role of a teacher again.
The subject at hand was history, and while I wasn't entirely sure how to teach it, I decided to employ a group learning approach. I assigned soone to read a section from the textbook and then explain it to the rest of the class. anwhile, I played the role of the attentive teacher, nodding and occasionally asking questions to keep them engaged in the discussion.
The minutes in class dragged on, and I found myself growing more determined than ever to deal with Guk Bastard. I knew I couldn't let my anger cloud my judgnt, but the desire for revenge was too strong to ignore. Just one glance at his face made my blood pressure spike. Vicious thoughts clouded my mind, and I grimly imagined making him eat his own shit... or worse.
Sound Of bell Ringing.
The class eventually ca to an end, and I left the classroom, not without casting one last intense glare in Guk's direction. It was a silent ssage, a promise that our unfinished business would be addressed in due ti.
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"Mr. Zyn," a voice called out to as I was distancing myself from the classroom. I turned to find Ayumi, holding onto my shoulder bag as a way to stop my steps.
"I apologize for what happened earlier. Guk is a troublemaker, but I hope you won't think badly of the rest of the class by his actions," she earnestly explained.
I paused montarily, considering her words.
"Don't worry about it," I replied nonchalantly, gently extracting my bag from her grip. I had other matters to attend to, and while I appreciated her sentint, I couldn't let myself get sidetracked. With a brief nod, I continued on my way, leaving a slightly bewildered Ayumi behind.
The school hallway felt unusually lonely, and my sour mood lingered like an unwelco shadow. The frustration from my encounter with Guk Kwan continued to eat at . I couldn't help but think about how Alyssa would have effortlessly lifted my spirits with her high class blowjob.
"Should I kill him?" an idea crossed my mind. It's not that I intended to end his life directly. Perhaps I could push him to jump off the school building. But as I pondered this, I realized there would be no satisfaction in that. After all, he had made my school life a living hell, so it was only fair that I returned the favor.
I brainstord and ca up with a ticulous plan for revenge. It wasn't going to be a quick retaliation; instead, I wanted to make him suffer slowly and painfully. I aid to make his life so miserable that he would even consider ending it himself, all without needing to resort to any of my skills. That, I thought, would be the most fitting form of payback.
"Hey, hey, another person is confessing to our goddess!"
The murmur of a group of students nearby jolted awake, piquing my curiosity. They seed to be discussing sothing intriguing.
"For real? That's the 20th confession this month!"
"Who's gonna confess?"
"It's the basketball captain of our school team!"
"Do you think he'll have a chance?"
"I'm not sure, but he's quite the looker ," a girl chid in.
Their conversation had completely interested. The re ntion of a "school goddess" was enough to spark my interest. I wondered just how beautiful soone had to be to receive so many confessions.
Frustrated by my encounter with my old bully, the prospect of seeing a "school goddess" felt like a soothing balm for my nerves. With curiosity guiding my steps, I followed the group of students toward a secluded part of the school.
We arrived at a courtyard right beside the school gym, and my eyes widened at the sight that greeted . The courtyard was an inviting and picturesque space, with ticulously trimd hedges and vibrant flowers that added splashes of color. In the center, there was a small simple square fountain, its water gently trickling into a basin adorned with white tiles
Surrounding the fountain were mbers of the basketball team and the Cheering Squad, creating a semi-circle around two individuals. The setting felt like a scene straight out of a romantic cody, complete with a warm breeze rustling through the trees and the distant sound of laughter from nearby students enjoying their break. It was a mont frozen in ti, where love and anticipation seed to hang in the air, waiting for sothing special to happen.
Unfortunately, the guy in the middle was incredibly tall, around 6'3", and he was like a human wall blocking my view.
'I ca here to see a beautiful lady, not play hide-and-seek with this walking skyscraper.' I tried my best to look pass him, but it felt like I was trying to see over a mountain. Who knew trying to catch a glimpse of the goddess would turn into a ga of dodgeball with this guy?
"Alice, please be my girlfriend!" The loud declaration cut through the air like a sonic boom, and the confession was t with an eruption of cheers from everyone present.
Even the basketball players and cheerleaders joined in, adding to their shout of approval. It was a typical strategy to create an awkward atmosphere, where the girl would feel pressured to be careful with her response due to the sheer number of people cheering for the man.
"Wait .. Is he talking about my Alice ? Hearing her na, I moved to the side to check if it was indeed my Alice.
What I found was a stunning woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, clearly shaken to her core. Her confusion and anxiety was visible.
'Hey, hey, that's my property.. This Motherfucker' I cursed inwardly.
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