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Breathless vapor filled the narrow room in the school warehouse. In front of her, a beautiful girl was panting with her back against the wall.
Raven held the girl's hands above her head, while her other hand lifted one of her legs.
Her body moved up and down, pressing against the girl's bottom with an accelerating rhythm.
The girl in front of her looked at Raven with love, trying to bring her head closer - wanting to kiss her lover.
However, the young man turned his face away.
"We don't kiss, Bela, you know I hate that. It's the stupidest thing humans do. Kissing each other like it's something." Raven muttered as she continued to speed up his movements.
Bela sighed and moaned even louder. "Aahhh... ahhh... nnnhhh... Raven... Ra-ven... mercy, Raven... aahhhh!!!" Her body was sweating profusely, but it didn't matter.
They had actually practiced swimming. Afterward, they could cleanse their bodies. Their exhausted bodies, after hours of practice, had made them even more sensitive to touch and stimulation.
The two young men and women had taken advantage of it to enjoy peak intimacy.
Both Raven and Bela had been swimming athletes. After training, they had used to have intercourse to relieve stress.
Shortly afterward, Raven had come out of the warehouse and thrown the used condom wrappers into the trash. She had been wearing black swimming trunks and walking casually.
Fifteen minutes later, Bela had come out with her one-piece swimsuit back on.
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"I didn't receive any news about her waking up, Bela," Bela's close friend recounted, revealing their recent encounter with Raven and how she appeared to be functioning normally.
"Yes, nobody informed me either. I've been wondering, when did she emerge from the coma? I had thought she might never awaken again. Two years of sleep, can you imagine?" Bela pondered aloud, her voice tinged with astonishment at the passage of time.
"Perhaps she woke up about six months ago, but her family intentionally kept it hidden. She underwent physiotherapy and other treatments in Singapore, then returned in perfect health, as if nothing had happened. Yet, he's still as handsome, cool, and aggravating as ever. It's almost as if he's custom-made for you," her friend remarked with a hint of amusement.
Bela nervously gripped the fabric of her dress at her thigh, relishing a romantic dinner with her new boyfriend, Matt, a fellow classmate at Yale University.
Suddenly, Matt emerged from the restroom and approached the dining table. He seated himself across from Bela, tenderly caressing the arm of the beautiful girl before him, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and love between them.
"I'll call you again later, Bel," Bela said with a smile, her words carrying a hint of anticipation.
"Okay," Bela replied softly.
Behind her radiant smile, Bela struggled to conceal her fluttering heart.
Raven truly held a special place in her heart. Bela felt that Raven was unlike any other man she had ever known.
Although Matt was kind and enjoyable company, he couldn't quite match Raven's allure.
And if Raven truly recovered and returned to his former self, Bela was determined to ensure that the young man would be hers once again.
***
Raven and Alaric found themselves in the counseling room following the rooftop incident on campus.
Alaric, visibly embarrassed, kept his gaze lowered as he tendered his apologies to the counselor.
"I apologize, Ma'am, we were playing truth or dare, and then Raven lost, and..." Alaric's words stumbled out. "Forgive me, Ma'am, for causing the panic."
Meanwhile, Raven remained seated, exuding an air of nonchalance and absence of remorse. He reclined casually, arms folded confidently across his chest.
Raven's gaze swept the room with an air of tranquility, seemingly unfazed by the tension. Alaric, on the other hand, simmered with frustration, his impatience manifesting in a sharp slap to Raven's head.
"Why don't you apologize too, Rav? Why am I the only one bearing the brunt of this?" he muttered, teeth clenched in annoyance.
The counseling staff fixed Raven with a serious look. "Raven, is it true what Alaric said? Was it all just a game to you? You didn't seriously contemplate self-harm, did you? We just want to ensure you're getting the appropriate care, especially considering your recent recovery." Their tone was gentle yet probing, seeking assurance amidst the uncertainty of the situation.
Raven rubbed his slightly throbbing head from Alaric's blow. "Yes... yes... I apologize, Ma'am. Actually, it's all Alaric's fault. I was just going along with what he wanted. Just punish him, Ma'am," Raven stated flatly and smoothly.
"Unbelievable. He even blames it on me. Typical sociopath," Alaric thought to himself, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the angelic-faced youth beside him.
Initially, Alaric had believed that Raven's gentle and innocent appearance would be reflected in his demeanor and behavior. He had hoped that Raven would become a good host candidate, winning over many hearts of customers under his guidance. Raven's beautiful face also gave off a bright and pleasant impression.
However, in reality, Raven's behavior was starkly contradictory to his charming appearance.
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Raven returned to the classroom alone after the incident. Alaric wasn't with him as he was serving his punishment of cleaning all the men's bathrooms as a consequence of their reckless idea earlier.
As Raven entered the classroom, the students began whispering and gossiping. They tried to figure out whether the incident was a serious suicide attempt or just a foolish prank as Alaric had claimed.
However, Raven paid no mind to any of it. He sat calmly, resting his chin on his hand, and opened his textbook.
The students around him looked at him in astonishment.
They couldn't understand how Raven could be so indifferent and unaffected by the recent events.
Raven let the murmurs and gossip around him fade into the background, as if nothing could disturb his tranquility. He focused on his textbook, deciding to ignore the reactions and comments of others.
After class ended, Raven grabbed his backpack and headed towards the exit. However, suddenly, a group of people emerged and surrounded him.
Raven was taken aback, feeling trapped amidst five young men.
One of them tightly gripped Raven's neck, almost choking him. Another, a burly figure, wrapped his arms between Raven's, reaching around his back.
Meanwhile, another young man grasped his shoulder from behind, making him feel confined.
Meanwhile, the shortest among them looked up and gazed at Raven with a bright smile that seemed slightly eerie.
"Oh, so this is the talk of the town? Well, no wonder," said the young man with a cute and adorable face, wide eyes, and wavy hair tied with bead ornaments.
Meanwhile, the young man with long, pierced ears tightened his grip on Raven's arm and voiced his opinion with a grunt, "It's just average, in my opinion."
Another young man, gripping Raven's shoulder with a sneer, commented, "Yeah, just average. Like a plastic surgery face."
The comment left Raven feeling insulted and disturbed. He felt anger rising within him and began to rebel, "Hey, don't accuse me of plastic surgery just because you're not as good-looking!"