Episode 6: The Professor's Lesson
By now, Zoom X had stopped pretending. Racing was his heartbeat, but everything that came with it — the betrayals, the stolen women, the whispered moans in shadowed dorm rooms — that was the fuel.
He had won again last night. Another After Dark race, another rival broken. And yet, when morning came, he felt it: the hunger wasn't satisfied. No number of women, no number of races, would ever be enough.
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The Dorm Addiction
The dorms were shifting around him. Girls he had been with didn't disappear into permanent shadows anymore — instead, they returned, again and again, drawn back like addicts to fire.
One girl leaned against his door that morning, smirking through tired eyes, still wearing his shirt from the night before.
"You didn't think you were done with me, did you?" she whispered.
Another appeared hours later in the hallway, grabbing his wrist, begging for "just one more time."
Even women who belonged to others couldn't stop. They would sneak away, lie, cheat, risk everything just to taste the rush of him again. Zoom didn't chase them — they chased him.
He wasn't their boyfriend. He wasn't their husband. He wasn't anything except unforgettable.
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The Professor
Word of Zoom's victories traveled fast. By the end of the week, it wasn't just students watching him — it was the staff. Professors, tutors, mechanics who oversaw the garages.
One of them was Professor Celeste Armond, a woman in her late thirties. She taught "Advanced Dimensional Racing Theory," a class meant to prepare upper-level racers for tracks that spanned galaxies. Her reputation was sharp: strict, brilliant, untouchable.
That illusion cracked when she called Zoom to her office.
The space was lined with trophies and framed photographs of alien circuits. Books and manuals piled high on her desk, but she wasn't reading them. She was watching him.
"You're trouble," she said, voice steady but eyes burning. "You're breaking rules you don't even understand. And yet…" She stood, walking slowly around him, her heels clicking against the tile. "You keep winning. You keep… taking."
Zoom leaned back in the chair, his smirk dangerous. "Is that a problem?"
She stopped behind him, her breath brushing his ear. "It should be. But it isn't."
Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in. "You've infected this campus. Students fight over you. Marriages collapse over you. And now—" her voice cracked for just a moment— "I can't stop thinking about you."
Zoom turned, meeting her eyes. There was no hesitation in him anymore. He stood, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into him. The sound of her gasp echoed against the walls, followed by the unmistakable rhythm of moans muffled behind a locked office door.
Hours later, her hair was tangled, her blouse misbuttoned. She sat at her desk, staring at nothing. Zoom was already gone, but his presence clung to her like smoke.
She whispered to herself, almost trembling. "I'll come back. I have to."
The Spiral
By nightfall, the campus was alive with chaos. Rumors of a professor giving herself to Zoom spread like gasoline fire. Some laughed. Some were horrified. Others admired him even more.
The women he'd been with couldn't stop circling back. Rivals' girlfriends, wives, strangers he'd barely spoken to. Each time they swore it was the last, each time they came back again.
Zoom didn't chase them. He didn't beg. He didn't need to. They needed him.
But every moan that echoed through dorm walls, every betrayal that shattered another man's pride, carved a deeper wound into the school. Rivalries burned hotter. Friendships snapped. Crews dissolved. Because of him.
And he loved it.
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After Dark Chaos
That night, another After Dark race was announced — but this one was different. It wasn't organized by the school. It was fueled by revenge.
Half the racers signed up not for victory, but to crush Zoom. Some had lost girlfriends to him. Some had lost wives. Now, they wanted his blood.
The stakes were unspoken: this wasn't just about racing anymore. This was war.
Zoom slid into his Evo, the silver steel glowing faintly, black veins crawling deeper like tattoos of sin. He revved the engine, and the sound alone silenced the crowd.
Jason Hiro was there, of course. His GT-R gleamed under the streetlights, and his eyes burned with fury. But there was something else now — desperation. Even Jason's crew looked fractured, distracted by whispers of Zoom's conquests.
The countdown began.
3… 2… 1…
Engines roared.
The cars tore into the night, headlights cutting through smoke. Rival racers aimed straight for Zoom, trying to box him in, crush him, kill him.
But Zoom didn't flinch. He grinned. Let them try.
His Evo slid into drifts so sharp the black veins across its body seemed to pulse with every turn. Rivals crashed around him, one after another, taken out by their own rage.
By the final lap, only Jason remained.
The finish line burned ahead. Jason swerved hard, trying to slam him into the barrier. Zoom responded with perfect precision, drifting tighter, faster, more ruthless. Their cars scraped metal, sparks raining, engines howling like beasts.
Zoom's Evo surged forward, crossing the line first.
The crowd exploded.
Jason screamed, slamming his fists into the wheel, but it didn't matter. The campus had already chosen its king.
The Unstoppable Hunger
Back in the dorm, women waited for him. Some were his rivals' girls. Some were strangers who had never even spoken to him before. And later that night, even Professor Celeste returned, knocking on his door, whispering that she couldn't stop.
Zoom let them in, one after another. The sounds carried through the hall, undeniable, unforgettable.
The school was breaking. Rivalries collapsing. Betrayals multiplying. Professors, wives, girlfriends — no one was safe from his pull.
And Zoom X?
He didn't care. He was done with caring.
The dark hunger that had awakened inside him whispered the truth: The more they hate me, the more they'll come back. And I'll take them all.