She tilted her head, confusion flickering behind those thin gold-rimmed glasses.
"Are you from Den's Apartment Complex?" Arin asked, deliberately mirroring her puzzled look.
"Yes… but how did you know?" The answer came a little too quickly.
Arin had only moved into Den's Complex four months ago, and in a sprawling twelve-block maze like this, it was easy to miss even the juiciest neighbors. Until today.
Time to improvise.
"I live there too," he said with a casual shrug. "I think I saw you once at the park nearby."
The public park was the one redeeming feature of Den's Complex—wide, clean, always full of families and jogging moms in tight leggings.
"Oh… I see." Her expression softened again. "What's your name, young man?"
"Arin, ma'am."
"Hmm. I'll remember that, Ari—". Her phone buzzed loudly in her hand. The warm smile vanished like someone flipped a switch. Her face went pale, then tight with barely-contained anger.
"I… I have to take this," she muttered, already turning away.
She pressed the phone to her ear and strode off, voice rising sharp and venomous with every step. That heavenly ass jiggled hypnotically as she disappeared into the crowd.
Arin never looked away.
[Q2. Walk behind a married woman and stare at her swaying ass for 69 continuous seconds — COMPLETED]
[+10 Skill Points | +300 EXP]
[LEVEL UP → 2]
[Bonus Reward: +1000 EXP]
Arin pulled up his [STATS] right there in the bustling mall. The translucent screen flickered to life before his eyes—visible to him alone.
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NAME: Arin Aurante
DESIRE: MILF
RANK: F [20/100]
LEVEL: 2 [1000/2000 EXP]
SKILL POINTS: 30
→ Free Rare Skill Card guaranteed at Level 10
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Arin glanced at the glowing stat window one last time, a smug grin stretching across his face. With nothing in his hands but victory, he strode out of the mall and headed home.
He'd just stepped through the door when his phone buzzed.
*Ting—*
XGroup chat – Business Mathematics
Prof. Blue: "Surprise test tomorrow. Chapters 4 and 5. Study well."
The grin died instantly.
"…You've got to be kidding me," Arin muttered, staring at the screen like it had personally insulted his bloodline.
The chat detonated. Crying emojis, all-caps rants, voice notes of pure despair.
Prof. Blue's reply was a single, ice-cold line. "Keep crying and I'll zero out everyone's internal marks. Your choice."
Silence. Instant, suffocating silence. The man held their grades hostage; resistance was futile.
Arin was grinding through a business degree, and every single semester some power-tripping professor crawled out of the woodwork to make life hell. This bald, pot-bellied tyrant was this term's final boss.
He set his phone down, boiled water, and poured it over a cup of instant noodles. Leaning against the study table, he ate in tense silence, every slurp laced with barely-contained frustration.
"That sadistic old bastard just wants us to suffer…"
Hours vanished in a haze of panic and caffeine.
Tiny paper chits blossomed across the desk like confetti. He scratched formulas into the back of his scale, protractor, set squares—even carved them with a safety pin into the inner walls of his geometry box.
Desperate times, desperate measures.
But it still wasn't enough. Half the theorems looked like alien hieroglyphs.
By 1:00AM, his eyes were bloodshot, his brain fried. He snapped his pencil in half and threw the pieces across the room.
"Fuck it. Whatever happens tomorrow, happens."
He dragged himself to the bathroom, splashed ice-cold water on his face until the sting woke him up a little, then collapsed onto the bed. The sheets were warm, the pillow soft.
Within seconds, exhaustion won. Sleep dragged him under like a tide.
Morning, 9:30 AM.
Arin was already late for college. His first period was well underway, and he had only fifteen minutes to reach the campus before the crucial test in the second period began.
He threw on a black hoodie over a plain t-shirt, paired it with navy jeans, slipped into his formal shoes, and checked the time on his old analog watch. Slinging his backpack over one shoulder, he bolted out the door in a frantic rush.
Six minutes later, after a bumpy public bus ride, he arrived at the college gates. The massive building loomed ahead, its facade painted in a serene blend of tranquil twilight hues. A gigantic banner stretched across the entrance, the bold silver letters gleaming under the morning sun: MARROW COLLEGE OF BUSINESS STUDIES.
Without breaking stride, Arin sprinted toward his classroom. The first-period teacher had already left, and the room buzzed with anxious chatter as students lamented the upcoming test.
He slipped into a seat at the very back, catching his breath.
"Hey… Arin," a low voice called from his right.
It was Reiner, one of his classmates, leaning over with a hopeful grin.
"You got any chits…?" Reiner whispered, eyes darting around.
Tiny, razor-thin chits were folded tight against his ankle, hidden deep inside his sock, yet Arin didn't even blink.
"Nah, bro. I don't do that kind of thing," he said, shutting Reiner down without a shred of guilt.
Reiner's hopeful grin collapsed into a pout, but Arin just turned back to the front.
His own survival came first. Always.
A few minutes later, students trickled in, sliding into their usual seats. The room slowly filled until a small group of girls swept through the door.
At the center of the group, radiating quiet command, strode the class president—Annie, walking in like she owned the damn place.
In every other department, class presidents are guys 99% of the time. But their Business Studies batch is the worst and most useless in the whole college.
And the person who became president here? A girl.
Her eyes scanned the room as she walked down the aisle. For a split second, their gazes locked.
Arin immediately turned his head away, staring hard at the wall.
He still couldn't stand the sight of annie.
That old grudge, born back in their school days, had followed them both like a shadow: raw, unspoken, and stubbornly alive.
A sudden buzz against his thigh snapped him out of it. Silent mode. He slipped the phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen.
One new message from {Aunt Jas<3}.
"Arin… where are you? I'm feeling so horny right now."
The instant Arin read her message, heat slammed into him, hard and instant. His cock throbbed against his jeans, every trace of test worry wiped clean from his mind.
All he could think of now was yesterday: how he'd fucked her senseless, claimed her completely, and left her trembling beneath him.