The droning cadence of Mr. Harrison's voice was merely background noise, a static hum against the chaotic symphony thrumming within Liam's skull. It was History, second period, and the American Revolution was unfolding on the whiteboard in hurried, illegible scrawls.
But Liam saw no muskets, no redcoats, no declarations of independence. His inner vision was consumed by a glowing blue screen, an absurd prompt, a quest he couldn't decipher, a fantastical system that refused to recede into the realm of forgotten nightmares.
Was it a dream? A hallucination from exhaustion? Or was it really real?
Was his life truly on a timer?
The questions looped endlessly, pulling him deeper into confusion. He hadn't heard a single thing from the lesson. His pen rested idly against his notebook, its ink bleeding into a small black blotch on the page.
Was it even real?" he thought. "The system… that absurd quest… Lose your virginity or die. What kind of nightmare writes itself like that?"
A low thrum of anxiety resonated in his chest, a fear that perhaps he was losing his mind, punctuated by an odd flicker of excitement he couldn't quite place. What if it wasn't a prank? What then?
He dies?
The bell rang suddenly, shrill and sharp, announcing the end of the period. Students shuffled noisily, swapping books and shifting in their seats as the next lecturer was expected in.
But Liam barely moved. He rubbed his face with his hands, his mind still spinning.
The system, the quest, and the unsettling hunger… it all coalesced into a suffocating shroud, pulling him deeper into its unsettling reality. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ground himself.
Then, she appeared.
Long, black hair swaying behind her, massive breasts along a curvy figure that commanded attention, and a beautiful smile that made all the boys in the class hold their breaths.
She was putting on a tight, crimson skirt that clung to her magnificent curves like a second skin, accentuating the swell of her hips, the tantalizing line of her thighs. Her shirt, a delicate cream, was equally unforgiving in its embrace, with some buttons left loose, offering just a hint of the valley between her large, magnificent breasts.
It was a calculated carelessness, or perhaps just an accident that played perfectly into her natural allure, making her utterly irresistible.
She was Miss Jenna, the hottest teacher in Clovis Academy, a beauty so profound it enchanted students and adults alike, a living, breathing testament to feminine perfection.
Almost every boy in the school carried a torch for her, a silent, desperate crush. Liam was no exception. She was every man's dream, sculpted into flesh and blood.
"Settle down, everyone," she said, her voice a melodic whisper, a sweet serenade that seemed to smooth away all previous disquiet. She glided towards the whiteboard, her hips swaying with a soft, sensual rhythm, her giant breasts bouncing gently with each step, a hypnotic undulation that captured every pair of eyes in the room. "It's time for biology."
"Yes, Miss Jenna," the collective response echoed, a chorus of enchanted voices. It wasn't just the boys; even the girls, usually prone to petty jealousies, adored her.
They saw her not as a rival, but as an aspirational figure, a beacon of what they might one day become: effortlessly sexy, undeniably powerful.
Liam's mind, which moments before had been clouded with the thoughts of absurd quests, glowing blue menus, and the gnawing hunger that had plagued him since morning vanished as if they had never existed.
His world narrowed, contracting to the singular, breathtaking vision of Miss Jenna. His gaze followed her every move, tracing the elegant curve of her back as she turned to pick up a marker, lingering on the exquisite sway of her hips, the gentle bounce of her chest.
A different kind of hunger stirred within him. And all he could think of was how good it would feel to fuck someone like her.
He obviously had a crush on her… everyone did. But it was a different kind. With Rita, he felt a strong, warm affection. But with Miss Jenna… it was pure, unadulterated lust.
His mind wandered away from it all… the system, the hunger, everything. He could only stare and keep staring at her sexually alluring figure.
This was one of the reasons biology was his favorite subject.
Miss Jenna, oblivious or perhaps expertly accustomed to the adoration she commanded, began her lecture. Her voice, soft and inviting, filled the room, weaving through the thick, sensuous atmosphere she created.
And the topic of the day was the human reproductive system.
The choice was almost cruel in its perfection, a deliberate stoking of the already ignited fires simmering beneath the surface of the classroom.
As she delved into the intricacies of gametes, fertilization, and gestation, her words, delivered with a detached scientific air, only served to fuel the sensual tension. Every anatomical diagram, every mention of "intercourse" or "conception," became a catalyst, sending ripples of barely suppressed excitement through the boys.
The atmosphere in the classroom became thick. Stifling. Every boy seemed to sit a little straighter, shift a little more in their seats. Some even excused themselves to the bathroom, no doubt for reasons they hoped no one noticed. A few were too far gone to hide it, shifting awkwardly in their chairs, their hands clutched tightly under their desks.
Liam, however, maintained a façade of composure. On the surface, he was a picture of a diligent student, his expression neutral, his posture relaxed. But this outward calm was a profound irony.
Because inwardly, his mind burned with desire. He had lost count of how many times he had imagined Miss Jenna bent over her desk, or leaning against the board, her body against he's as he drilled her mercilessly.
He tried to shake it off, but her very presence was like kindling thrown into a fire.
By the time the bell rang for break, relief swept over the classroom. Miss Jenna left, her curves swaying with every step, and peace returned in her absence. Boys bolted for the door, some clutching their bags or holding books conspicuously low over their pants.
Liam watched their hasty departure, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He shook his head slowly. "Amateurs," he scoffed under his breath, a whisper of disdain. He wasn't defective, not by any stretch of the imagination. His desire for Miss Jenna was as potent, if not more so, than any of his classmates.
But years of forced abstinence and self-control had given him a kind of tolerance the others lacked. He wasn't immune, but he could at least keep himself from making a fool of himself.
The classroom thinned quickly. Soon only a handful of students remained, chatting idly in small groups. Liam stayed at his desk, pulling out the oat cookies Rita had slipped him earlier. His stomach growled as the sweet smell hit him when he tore the pack open.
But before he could take a bite—
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Liam Queen, the golden boy." A sharp, mocking voice cut through the room like a knife.
Liam froze. His stomach sank. He didn't even need to look up. He knew that voice.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered under his breath. "Not again."
At the doorway stood a tall, muscular boy with a permanent smirk carved into his slick face. His hair was pulled back neatly, his shirt loose and untucked as if rules had never once applied to him. Behind him loomed three of his cronies… wannabe thugs in cheap sneakers and half-buttoned uniforms, grinning like hyenas.
This was Nate, the most popular and feared boy in school, and behind him were his lackeys. Together, they formed the most formidable bullies in the whole of Clovis academy.
Nate was the type of bully not even the teachers could reprimand, and that was because his father was the leader of a gang. So he was basically free to bully anyone, most especially the feeble, poor scholarship students like Liam.
The moment Nate and his lackeys walked in, the chatter in the class died. Chairs scraped. The remaining students scattered, slipping out the door without hesitation. No one wanted to be caught in Nate's shadow.
Soon, the classroom was empty, except for Liam at his desk… and Nate's gang closing in.
Liam swallowed, forcing a nervous smile. "Heyyy, Nate. How's it going?"
Nate didn't smile back. His brow was furrowed, his voice low. "The physics assignment. What happened?" he asked sharply.
Liam blinked, feigning confusion. "Huh… what assignment are you talking about?" he shook his head innocently.
Nate's fist slammed down on the desk with a bang, the wood rattling under the force. Liam's pulse spiked, his heart racing.
Don't bullshit me, Queen," Nate growled. "Or my fist lands on your skull next."
Sweat beaded on Liam's forehead. He chuckled nervously, quickly coming clean.
"Ohhh, that physics assignment," he feigned remembrance. "Right, right. Well, I did yours like you asked."
Nate's nostrils flared. "Then explain why the fuck I scored a seven."
Liam raised a brow. "Seven? That seems like a pretty decent score to me." he muttered casually.
Nate's glare deepened. His patience snapped. He grabbed Liam by the collar and yanked him up, their faces inches apart. "Seven out of fifty, you little shit! And somehow, you…" his grip tightened. "You got a perfect score, Queen. Explain that."
Liam's throat bobbed as he chuckled nervously. "Ohhh. I think I know what happened. See, I didn't exactly do it myself. I, uh… gave it to my little sister."
For a heartbeat, there was silence.
Then Nate's veins bulged, rage spilling into his expression. "You what?!"
"I know, I know, it was a dumb idea," Liam blurted, holding his hands up in surrender. "I thought she was a genius with physics, but it turns out she really sucks at it." he muttered, his voice carrying a playful glint.
He was clearly teasing Nate, he had been doing so since the beginning of the 'conversation'. But he would soon come to regret it.
Nate's veins bulged at his temple. His fist tightened. "You gave my work to someone else when I told you to do it yourself?"
Liam swallowed. "Um… look, it was a mistake, man. One I totally regret."
Nate's grin twisted cruelly. "Oh, you're gonna regret it alright." he muttered, his fist already clenching as he raised Liam higher.
Liam panicked. "Oh, shit. Wait…"
BAM!
Before Liam could finish, Nate's fist drove hard into his gut. Air burst from Liam's lungs in a silent gasp. His body doubled forward, and Nate released his collar.
Liam crashed back into his chair, clutching his stomach, groaning through the pain.
"That'll teach you not to mess with me again, Queen," Nate sneered. He snatched the oat cookies off the desk and waved them mockingly. "And I'll be taking this as compensation."
Liam's eyes widened. "No, wait… that's mine!" His voice cracked with desperation. The cookies were all he had.
Nate laughed. "Not anymore." He turned to leave, his lackeys following.
Anger burned in Liam's chest, drowning out the pain. His hunger screamed louder than the bruises on his ribs.
He clenched his fists, trembling. "Go fuck yourself, Nate," he muttered under his breath.
But Nate heard. He stopped. Slowly, he turned, his grin fading into a frown.
"What did you just say?" he asked, his expression darkening.
Liam raised his head, glaring up at him with defiance. "I said, go…"
Whack!
Nate's fist whipped across his face, snapping Liam's head sideways. His vision blurred, white sparks flashing in his eyes.
Before he could recover, Nate grabbed his collar again, arm drawn back for another strike. But before he could land another blow…
"That's enough!" A voice cut through the chaos like a blade. Calm, firm, commanding.
Everyone turned.
Standing at the doorway was a girl.
Long auburn hair cascading past her shoulders, honey-gold eyes sharp as steel. Curves outlined beneath her neat uniform, skirt hugging her hips, blouse crisp and perfect, outlining her large breasts. She carried herself with the grace of someone born to authority, and the weight of it too.
This was Selena Skye… the most popular girl in school. And unlike most popular girls who were famous for social status, she was popular because of her status as the mayor's daughter and her prowess in all subjects including sports and arts. She was a true talent and arguably even better than Liam in academics.
She was also the student council president, making her the most authoritative student in the school. She was beauty, authority, and power all rolled into one.
The entire classroom shifted. Even Nate, the terror of Clovis Academy, suddenly looked like a child caught red-handed.
Selena stepped forward, every click of her polished shoes echoing across the now-dead-silent room. "Your actions have proven to be quite hostile, Nate," she said evenly, her voice carrying the weight of her position. "Leave now, or I'll be forced to report you to the principal."