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After a night of steamy, acrobatic action with Raina Tang, Shawn Young woke up to reality—he had class the next morning, so he hustled back to campus at the crack of dawn.
Having scored big with Raina Tang, Shawn’s body and soul felt supercharged. He was so pumped he was humming tunes all the way up to the dorm, swung open the door to Room 302, and bam—his three roommates were sprawled out, puffing away like chimneys. Their faces were ghostly pale, eyes sunken, and dark circles so thick they looked like they’d gone twelve rounds with a panda. It was obvious none of them had slept a wink, and now they were chain-smoking just to survive morning classes.
Jake Jewel looked like he’d crawled out of a grave. He was facing the door, and when Shawn walked in, he hollered, “Yo, Third Bro, you’re a freakin’ animal! Just now rolling in? No wonder you’re the legend with the turbo-charged monster bird!”
“Whoa! Third Bro, you’re next-level savage! Got any secret moves to teach us mortals? I swear, that little chili pepper’s got more kick than a firecracker! I threw everything I had at her last night and still couldn’t seal the deal. When it’s go-time, my pistol’s always too short! Sigh—” Danny Dean chimed in, wobbling over like a drunken duck.
Alex Easton, the eldest, strutted over, sniffed around Shawn like a bloodhound on the hunt, then clapped him on the shoulder and flashed a wicked grin. “Heh—congrats, Third Bro! You finally bagged Raina!”
“Huh? How’d you know, Big Bro?” Shawn asked, surprised.
Alex Easton chuckled, “Heh, with my experience, if I couldn’t tell, I wouldn’t deserve my spot as the eldest!”
“Wow, Big Bro, you’re awesome—teach us your ways!” Jake Jewel perked up instantly.
Alex Easton laughed, pointed at Shawn, and said, “Look, we all know Third Bro’s a straight-up beast—with that turbo monster bird, he’s packing serious firepower and all the natural upgrades. Just look at him, strutting around like he owns the place, dripping with swagger and spring in his step. That’s the face of a guy whose cannon’s been polished and who’s conquered a wild stallion! And—he’s covered in Montblanc cologne, Raina Tang’s favorite. No doubt about it, Third Bro spent last night in a no-holds-barred, sweaty smackdown with Raina! Us three? We can’t compete with that—”
Danny Dean and Jake Jewel immediately gave Shawn a once-over, eyes wide. Sure enough, he looked like he’d just guzzled a gallon of energy drink—face glowing, bouncing with pep, and his clothes still carrying that faint cologne. Both nodded, secretly impressed by Alex Easton's eagle-eyed deduction.
Danny Dean pressed on, curious, “So, Big Bro, tell us—why can’t the three of us measure up to Third Bro?”
Alex Easton replied, “Well, if you compare women to animals, Raina’s a Mongolian Stallion—wild, untamed, and ready to kick you into next week! If you don’t have some real skills, forget it, you’ll never break her in. I don’t need to spell it out—you guys get the picture!”
“Comparing women to animals? That’s kinda wild—but honestly, you nailed it. Raina Tang’s a Mongolian Stallion through and through! Mine’s just as wild! At this point, Third Bro, I’m just here to worship and learn from you…” Jake Jewel said, clearly speaking from the trenches.
“Uh—maybe, but mine’s tiny, yet she’s got the firepower of a rocket launcher. How do you explain that, Big Bro?” Danny Dean piped up, looking like a kid at a candy store—especially when it came to bedroom wisdom.
“Pfft, Chubster, that’s just because your ammo’s running low. If Third Bro took a shot, his turbo monster bird would screech and your girl would wave the white flag before you could blink!” Alex Easton fired back, not pulling any punches.
“Uh—maybe! You’re savage, Big Bro. Got any hacks for cranking up the firepower?” Danny Dean begged, practically drooling for advice.
“You? Hit the gym, Chubster!” Alex Easton shot him a look.
“What? Hitting the gym makes you better in bed? Get outta here!” Danny Dean looked like he’d just seen a UFO.
“Believe it or not, scientists say one round in the sheets burns as much juice as running five kilometers. With all that extra padding, if you go at it hard, tell me—how many five-kilometer sprints could you do?” Alex Easton snickered.
“Uh—I—I can’t even run five kilometers… Fine, I’ll hit the gym!” Danny Dean sagged like a deflated pool float.
“Heh—time for class, losers! Let’s bounce! We’ll roast each other more when we get back—” Shawn Young checked the time and rounded up the guys.
“Move it! Quickdraw—don’t forget the gym, or you’ll be crying tears of regret!” Alex Easton hollered at Danny Dean, and the four of them piled out for class.
By the end of the day, except for Shawn Young, the other three looked like eggplants left out in a thunderstorm—heads drooping, yawning nonstop, totally wiped out. As soon as afternoon classes ended, they skipped dinner and bolted back to the dorm to collapse.
Shawn was left to eat alone in the cafeteria. On his way back, he remembered he hadn’t called Sylvia Snow yet, so he slipped into Room 302, pulled out the phone Sylvia had given him, and saw several missed calls—no doubt all from her.
Immediately, Shawn nervously dialed her back. As soon as the call connected, Sylvia shrieked, then launched into a tirade: “Shawn Young, you jerk! You finally remembered to call me! Do you have any idea how mad I am? Spill it—where did you run off to that night?”
Shawn hurried to cover up, “I—I went out to use the restroom and saw the police on duty. They… took me to give a statement.”
“What? A statement!? What did you do, rob a bank? You okay?” Sylvia sounded half-panicked, half-joking.
“I didn’t do anything—there was a murder in the alley, and the cops thought I was a witness, so they took me in for questioning. That’s why I’ve only just gotten back.” Shawn realized he was getting better at lying, mixing truth and fiction, and it worked—Sylvia was convinced.
“Oh, I’m fine. I just didn’t make it back, so I wasted your and Yvette Liu’s time. Sorry about that—” Shawn added.
“It’s fine, as long as you’re okay! You scared me—I thought those military cops took you away! Anyway, I’ll find you when I get back—” Sylvia said.
“Uh—where you at?” Shawn asked, nosy as ever.
“I’m in New York with my dad… Uh—gotta go, my dad’s calling. I’ll be back in about half a month, and then I’ll find you right away. Don’t go messing around with other girls! Remember—bye—” Sylvia nagged like a little housekeeper, then hung up.
“Heh—guess I’ll go chase some other hotties right now—” Shawn grinned, hung up, and strutted out. Raina Tang had given him a key to her place, so whenever he felt the itch, he could drop by. And Shawn was absolutely hooked on Raina’s irresistible body, so he couldn’t wait to go join her for another round of Twin Spirit Rite.