"Ah! Ah! No, stop, it hurts, go easy, don’t rush—" A faint female voice drifted into Shawn Young’s ears as he hurried toward the dorm. Distracted and restless, Shawn couldn’t help but follow the sound. Thanks to his newly enhanced vision, he could see as clearly in the dark as in daylight, and immediately spotted two figures entwined by the lakeside grove, locked in a passionate embrace, almost becoming one!
Like a man possessed, Shawn suddenly felt an urge to watch the live action. He tiptoed over and soon entered the grove, where he saw a couple tangled up together on a bench less than three meters away.
The couple was completely absorbed in their "battle," whispering sweet nothings and giggling suggestively. The guy’s hands were all over the girl, who was moaning softly, "Mmm… ah…!" Fired up by her sounds, he couldn’t help but slip his hand under her skirt. Suddenly, the girl glanced up and saw Shawn sneaking behind a tree, spying on their fun, and quickly whispered to her boyfriend, "Not now… Someone’s watching us!"
The guy, already overwhelmed by desire, stopped immediately when he heard her. Annoyed, he picked up a small rock and tossed it at Shawn, then called out, "Hey! Buddy, do us a favor! Move along! This spot isn’t for you right now…"
Only then did Shawn realize he’d been caught. Embarrassed, he covered his "battle system"—but when he looked up, he was stunned. He’d seen plenty of Japanese videos before, but nothing was as thrilling as this "live version"—the girl’s skirt was already lifted, her panties pulled aside, and her pale legs wrapped around the guy. It was way too much for a virgin like Shawn to handle!
The guy, clearly annoyed, pointed to a dark corner in the distance and said, "Bro, don’t be an eyesore here. If you’re curious, go over there! That’s the perfect spot for you." The girl, still out of breath, added, "Go away… Seriously, you have no manners! Get lost and cool off somewhere else!"
There was no place for Shawn here, and it really wasn’t the right spot for him, either. As much as he wanted to watch some free action, he’d been kicked out, so he had no choice but to retreat, suppressing his third "gun"—and making a hasty escape.
After stumbling all the way, Shawn finally returned to Dorm 321. The door was left slightly open, and as soon as he pushed inside, a heavy haze of smoke, the pungent stench of dirty socks, and the rich aroma of instant noodles assaulted him. Having spent the whole night breathing fresh air outdoors, Shawn couldn’t help but sneeze several times, which immediately startled the three ‘beasts’ living in Room 321!
Southern University’s student benefits and dorm conditions were actually pretty good. Every dorm building had white tiled walls, and each room came with its own bathroom. Dorm 321 had four beds, with everyone’s personal belongings scattered about in glorious chaos. The desk in the middle was piled with textbooks, a few pairs of unwashed stinky socks, and even two pairs of men’s briefs hanging from the edge. Most outrageous of all, someone had just made a steaming bowl of instant noodles beside it. Yet, in this mess, Shawn felt a surge of warmth—it was the familiar, lively atmosphere of his own little world, shared by his three quirky brothers.
Fat Danny Dean’s round body took up two chairs as he stared intently at his desktop computer. On the screen was Room 321’s favorite—another Japanese "love wrestling match." Two pale bodies locked in close combat, with cries like: "Oh… oh… Amemiya… Amemiya… Ida… Ida… Oh… ah!..."
Danny Dean had already reacted. He yanked the two chairs apart, pressed down on his bulging 'big weapon,' and dashed over at lightning speed. His face was flushed with excitement as he wiped his fat hand—still smeared with some mysterious sticky substance—on Shawn's casual outfit, the one Sylvia Snow had given him. He shouted, "Damn—Number Three! We thought you got hauled off by the cops. We even went to bail you out these last few days, but the police said they hadn't seen anyone like you! We were starting to think you... you... ah—you're fine, that's all that matters!"
A wave of warmth surged in Shawn's heart. The guys in Room 321 might have their odd quirks, but the bond between them was solid.
Danny Dean’s bloodshot eyes glared at the screen as he puffed on a cigarette and shouted at the monitor. He was shirtless, wearing only briefs, with his crotch bulging high, grunting and glued to the Japanese "action battle" on screen—looking like he wanted to swallow the whole computer.
Room 321’s boss, Alex Easton, was surprisingly in the dorm on a weekend—he usually spent weekends out chasing girls and rarely slept here. For some reason, he was lying on his bed, chatting on the phone with some girl, probably whispering sweet nothings for half the night! The other "beasts" in Room 321 had gone from disgusted to totally numb listening to his endless cheesy lines.
On the bed near the door was Jake Jewel, a local who everyone called "Beauty"—though he was definitely a guy. With his handsome looks, star-quality moves, and tall frame, plus a well-off family, he attracted plenty of lovestruck girls at Southern University. He was even considered one of the campus heartthrobs. But with his proud nature, he ignored even the prettiest girls who threw themselves at him. He had his own "special" taste—he liked sporty busty girls! His biggest dream was to become a superstar, walk the Hollywood Walk of Fame, and leave his handprint there! So whenever he had free time, he practiced "acting," and the other three "beasts" in Room 321 had suffered through plenty of his rehearsal performances!
Jake Jewel had been engrossed in a book called "The Actor’s Professional Qualities," but when Shawn appeared at the door, he tossed the book aside and shouted, "Whoa! Number Three’s back!! Dude, where the hell have you been these past few days? Stop messing with your brothers like this!"
Jake’s shout made everyone look at the door. Alex Easton, still on the phone, turned his head and couldn’t keep flirting any longer. He whispered, "Mmm… kisses! Kisses all over your body… I’ll make it up to you next time… Bye!" He finished with a few loud kissing noises, reluctantly hung up, and then stood up, staring at Shawn in shock. "Damn! Number Three, where the hell have you been these past few days?? We even put up missing person flyers all over campus for you!"
Danny Dean spun around, still clutching his cigarette, and grinned, "Hey, Number Three, did you finally get laid? Or did you go out and find some new adult videos for us? Spill it!"
Shawn Young wiped his nose, squeezed through the door, and said sheepishly, "No way, I just went out for some air. You guys are way too wild!"