Yifei wanted to scream.

Ever since she was a young Asian kid still trying to fit in with the bigger kids, she had received weird visions of the future. Most times, they were of bad premonitions.

Imagine this.

She was a young girl, probably not even seven, and she suddenly passed out on a random, dirty-ass pedestrian sidewalk. Good picture, yeah? Now this is what she dreamt of.

Imagine now a lovely, back alley with the sweet aroma of the suburban side of Manhattan Chinatown. Oh, yes! That's an even better picture! Now, imagine this young girl was suddenly cornered at that lovely alley by a bunch of smelly dudes in need of colonoscopies, said girl having a cheap swiss knife shoved up her throat.

Now, that was how Yifei first came to know of her visions. At first, she thought she was just going crazy; a side effect of being the receiving end of too much racist jokes? Oh, but no, when she turned up a corner, she saw those three, same guys. The only difference about them was that they smelled even worse. So, she turned around and fled to hallelujah come!

With time and practice, these visions turned from nuisance to bounty. Now, at 20 years old, Yifei had managed to skirt around death a good 20 times as well! She was unstoppable! She was the bomb, the mega-star, the freaking second coming!

The sad part? The reason why she wanted to go screaming?

Well, at 20 years old, a second year college student with deep-ass eyebags and a morbid complexion, she realized that the end of the world was coming, and she can't do shit about it.

Worse part?

She was... a... freaking... virgin!!!

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"Dude," the voice on the other side of the phone drawled out at Jinhae. "You gotta get laid, man! Last night was the most perfect, most awesome, most... good-est night that my entire, brown Filipino ass would ever have!"

Jinhae ignored his friend as much as he could, focusing very intently on his archaic magazine featuring women in the nude. "Y-Yeah? I see Mona finally l-let you in."

"Yeah, dude! After two, bloody years!" the phone screamed out, but soon turned silent. After a while, the voice came back on. "Bro... Are you seriously jerking off on me right now?!"

Jinhae let out a breathy laugh, and then the voice on the phone screamed with a vengeance, loud enough to alert Jinhae's neighbors. Jinhae thought, 'Geez, the walls on this apartment are thinner than the tissue I wipe my ass with.'

Then, before his edgy neighbor could start banging on the wall, screaming bloody murder, Jinhae immediately ended the call without even saying goodbye. Finally in silence, he began to pick up the ancient magazine and zipped down the zippers of his pants even more...

[Stop it! Stop it! Someone's at the door! Stop it!]

He ceased just as his customized doorbell let out a friendly, Japanese recording, alerting that someone had decided to visit him. He frowned as he hastily zipped himself up, trying to think of serene images; calm, pure, and naked- ARGHHH!

'This is hopeless!' Jinhae thought as he groaned into the empty room. Then, taking a pillow from the sofa and holding it down at his little specimen, he ran towards the door, checking at the bulky monitor that showed the face of his guest.

He found himself becoming surprised. It was Li Yifei.

Yifei was an old friend of his. They've been friends for forever, ever since their moms became close friends in an Asian support group they once went to together long before they were born. After seeing that it was just her, he immediately threw the pillow lackadaisically behind him, proudly showcasing the lovely boner he now had.

'Bah! Whatever, she's seen worse!' he thought, and then opened the door without preamble.

"Hey," he said, looking way down at her since their heights were so far apart.

He saw, too, how she looked way down at him, observing the bulge on his pants. She then said with a deadpan face, "You busy?"

He snorted, and opened up the door for her. "Just get in. If you have any mercy on me at all, then you should come and help me... with it."

He then winked at her. Of course, Jinhae was joking. Yifei and him were close enough that exchanging dirty jokes like this was perfectly normal. In fact, it would be way weirder if they suddenly stopped at it.

So, he was a bit caught off guard when Yifei suddenly said, even before he could properly close the door, "Sure. I like you anyway, so why the hell not?"

"You... what?" Jinhae looked down at her, his eyes actually growing big enough with shock that he didn't look as oriental anymore.

Yifei then edged forward, cornering him down with her arms until he had no means of escape. Jinhae gulped down hard, his adam apple bobbing in nervousness. Yifei only stopped moving when her chest finally pressed onto his upper abdomen, and when his... bulge... pressed against her.

"Fuck," he said, and the very next moment, Yifei had pushed the door shut with her left hand and grabbed onto his little one with her right one.

Afterwards, Yifei pressed into him even harder, a shy smile he had never seen before on her round, little face. She then murmured back sweetly, the curse awfully fitting on her red-stained lips, "Yes, fuck."