The two of them were completely absorbed in their passionate embrace, so lost in the moment that they forgot hundreds of people were watching them.
All the girls looked on with envy and longing, wishing that Shawn Young was kissing them instead. Queenie Huang, the pretty girl with delicate features standing nearby, was especially shaken—her face full of jealousy and regret. She clenched her tiny fists, almost unable to resist the urge to rush up and pull them apart.
"Oh my god! This is so romantic!"
"Seriously! If that handsome guy kissed me, I'd let him take me all the way to bed!"
Many girls clutched their chests, pretending to be heartbroken. Some were so moved by the couple’s passion that they actually started crying softly, pounding their chests and stamping their feet. Why couldn’t it be them that Shawn Young was kissing?
Meanwhile, the boys nearby had complicated feelings—mostly anger, intense anger. Sylvia Snow was their untouchable goddess. Ever since she entered Elite English Academy three years ago, countless guys had chased after her, but none had won her heart. She always dressed simply but carried herself with grace, her natural beauty and charm making her the undisputed Ice Goddess. And now, in front of everyone, their goddess was passionately kissing a guy so handsome that he made all the other boys feel inferior.
Their hearts were shattered—collectively shattered! Hundreds of jealous, murderous gazes locked onto Shawn Young. If looks could kill, he’d be cut to pieces; if looks were bullets, he’d be riddled with holes. But looks were just looks, neither knives nor bullets, so no matter how frustrated, wronged, tangled, or furious the boys felt, nothing would change. Their hearts could only silently bleed and smolder.
"Dong!" "Mmm!"
Finally, the melodious chime of the clock outside the auditorium snapped Shawn Young and Sylvia Snow out of their passionate kiss. Sylvia was still lost in the sweetness of that French kiss, reluctant to wake up. She felt like she’d just done the most sensational and memorable thing of her life!
"Dong! Dong!" The clock outside the auditorium chimed again. Shawn Young tightened his embrace around Sylvia Snow, whispering urgently in her ear, "This feels amazing. I want you so badly right now."
“Extra rewards? How much are we talking?” Before Sylvia could respond, Yvette Liu perked up at the mention of more money, her eyes instantly sparkling with greedy excitement.
Queenie Huang winked at her, teasing, “Don’t worry, Goddess of Curves, you’ll be more than satisfied with the prize!” Her gaze slid mischievously over Shawn Young, her big eyes sparkling with wicked intent.
Yvette Liu, feeling the excitement die down, turned back to Shawn Young and Sylvia Snow, asking, “So, what do you two think?”
Sylvia Snow smiled gently, “I honestly don’t mind either way. It’s really up to Shawn.”
Yvette Liu grinned and nudged Shawn Young, “Shawn, these ladies are practically throwing money at us! They’re loaded, so don’t be shy. With your skills, they won’t be able to do anything to you! Just say yes!”
Shawn Young hadn’t planned on it, but when he caught Queenie Huang shooting him a sultry look, he felt a little tempted. “Alright, let’s go with Yvette’s idea!”
“Hey! Queenie, you’d better keep your word! Otherwise, we won’t go easy on you!” Yvette Liu shot Queenie Huang a warning glare.
Queenie Huang laughed lightly, “When have I ever not kept my word? That’s why I’m the queen bee here!” She strutted over to Shawn Young, gently nudged Sylvia aside, handed another bank card to Yvette Liu, then boldly wrapped her arms around Shawn’s neck and purred, “Hehe… Handsome, dance with me first, will you? Music, please!”
Waltz music began to fill the hall. Shawn Young stammered, “Uh, beauty, I—I don’t really know how to dance.”
Queenie Huang pressed herself against Shawn, her whole body snuggled into his arms. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her perky backside, swaying to the music and pulling him closer. "It doesn’t matter if you can dance or not—what matters is that you’re holding me tight! This feels amazing! Come on, handsome, hold me tighter! I won’t bite." Her eyes sparkled with seductive mischief.
Surrounded by soft curves and fragrance, Shawn Young couldn’t help but react. His hands tightened, his body pressed forward, and Queenie immediately felt the change, letting out an exaggerated moan before snuggling deeper into his embrace, giggling, “Wow, handsome, you’re amazing! You say you can’t dance, but you sure know how to move. Are you always this good at tricking girls?”
Shawn Young shook his head, flustered, “No! I really haven’t learned to dance, I swear!”
Queenie Huang squeezed his waist tighter, “Mm-hmm, I’m just joking. I believe you now.”
Yvette Liu, clutching a pile of bank cards, sat with Sylvia Snow at the side, munching on snacks and fruit while watching Shawn and Queenie dance. For some reason, both girls felt a pang of jealousy—the treats tasted bland and flavorless, and neither could figure out why.
Yvette Liu grumbled, "Sylvia, Queenie is being so shameless! She keeps throwing herself at Shawn like she’s ready to give herself to him right here! Ugh, she’s got no shame!"
Sylvia Snow reassured her, “It’s broad daylight—what’s the worst she can do? Once they’re done dancing, we’ll leave!”
Finally, the dance ended. Sylvia and Yvette thought they could leave, but Sweetie Chow, the sweet little third wheel, bounced over and handed them another bank card with a password. Without waiting for approval, she rushed up, swapped places with Queenie, and hugged Shawn tightly as the music started again. Shawn had no choice but to keep dancing.
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The music echoed, laughter and banter filled the air. Shawn Young, now the star of the dance floor, found himself surrounded by beauties of every style—some slender and elegant, some curvy and voluptuous, all vying for his attention.
Yvette Liu, Queenie Huang, Sylvia Snow, Sweetie Chow—each girl had her own charm, and Shawn was caught in the middle, barely able to keep up with their playful teasing.
The crowd cheered, some boys grumbling in envy, while the girls giggled and whispered about Shawn’s luck.
Sylvia Snow leaned in close to Shawn, her cheeks flushed. “You’re really popular tonight, aren’t you?” she whispered, half teasing, half shy.
Shawn Young grinned, “What can I say? It’s hard being the center of attention.”
Queenie Huang tugged at his sleeve, “Hey, don’t forget about me! I was the first to claim you tonight!”
Yvette Liu rolled her eyes, “Please! With all this competition, you’ll have to work harder if you want Shawn all to yourself.”
Sweetie Chow squeezed into the group, hugging Shawn’s arm. “Tonight’s party is just getting started! Shawn, you’re not allowed to leave until you’ve danced with every girl here!”
Sylvia Snow laughed, “Don’t bully him too much, or he’ll run away!”
As laughter and music echoed through the hall, Shawn Young found himself surrounded by beauties of every style—slender, curvy, playful, bold. Tonight, he was truly the king of the harem, basking in the joy and chaos of a party only Elite English Academy could provide.