Amidst the whistles and wild howls of the rowdy crowd, the tall, athletic girl blushed slightly but strode fearlessly into the corridor dominated by the rowdy guys. She was taller than most of them, allowing her to look down on others with an air of superiority. As soon as she entered, the crowd instinctively parted to make way for her.
Under the blazing, hungry stares of the crowd, she snorted coldly and deliberately thrust out her impressive 38D headlights. Her white jersey, soaked by the rain, clung to her body, making her white bra underneath faintly visible, tightly wrapping her surging assets and outlining a top-tier S-curve—absolutely dazzling!
"Awooo—I can't take it anymore! Miss Busty is way too much for me—I'm about to lose it—" Jake Jewel, caught up in the excitement, was so overwhelmed by her bold move that he lost all composure, and in a burst of emotion, he threw his arms around the chubby Danny Dean next to him.
"Damn—what the hell, Jake Jewel, why are you pressing up against me from behind? Man, you are seriously worked up! If you've got guts, go mess with Miss Busty, why mess with me?!" Danny Dean, grabbed from behind by Jake Jewel, was plunged into a chaotic fantasy. Jake's handsome face was flushed with a mischievous blush as he stared straight at the tall girl's round, perky rear passing through the corridor, and, caught up in his fantasy, started treating Danny Dean as if he were her, poking and prodding him until Danny shrieked and cursed.
The tall girl marching through the corridor heard their weird shouts from behind, stopped abruptly, turned around, her face flushed with irritation. Her sword-like brows shot up, almond eyes widened, and she glared fiercely at the crowd before demanding coldly, "Who just called me Miss Busty?! Step forward, now!"
"Uh—"
The crowd shrank back under her fierce gaze, feeling the pressure from her athlete-like stature—she looked like she could be on the national basketball team! Suddenly, the noisy corridor fell silent, and an odd tension filled the air.
"I'll ask one more time! Who started calling me Miss Busty?! If you've got guts, step up!" The tall girl now stood in the middle of the corridor, one hand on her hip, the other gripping a basketball. Her stance was powerful—her presence alone outmatched the whole crowd.
"Uh—"
Still, no one answered her. The crowd knew all too well—this tall girl was definitely not someone to mess with. Just looking at her athletic build, you could tell she was a tough sportswoman! Most of the guys here understood—if you fought her one-on-one, you'd lose miserably!
"Kid—were you the one who started it? I'm talking to you! Why are you shaking?!" The tall girl grabbed the collar of Freddy Four-Eyes and dragged him over, pressing her basketball against his chest as she interrogated him.
"I—I didn't start it! I was just, just shouting along with everyone else! Heroine, spare me! I—I can barely breathe—" Freddy Four-Eyes pleaded for mercy, his scrawny frame looking both nerdy and sleazy, with a touch of refinement. The basketball pressed hard against his chest, making it hard for him to catch his breath.
"You want me to let you go? Fine—just tell me, who started calling me Miss Busty?! If you don't talk, I'll crush your lungs with this basketball!" the tall girl threatened fiercely.
"I can't take it anymore, I'll talk, I'll talk—it was him, he started it—" Freddy Four-Eyes quickly caved, pointing at Jake Jewel, who was still clinging to Danny Dean.
The tall girl loosened her grip on Freddy Four-Eyes, her sword-like brows arching up as she assumed he meant Danny Dean. She turned to Danny and demanded coldly, "You, fatso! Were you the one who started calling me Miss Busty?!"
"Ah!! Not me, you've got it wrong! It was him!!" In this dangerous moment, Danny Dean didn't hesitate to step aside and pull the flustered Jake Jewel out from behind him.
"Oh! You guys sure it's him? You're not lying to me, are you!?" The tall girl glanced at Jake Jewel's handsome, mischievous face and, for some reason, felt her heart flutter. But she kept her eyes locked on Freddy Four-Eyes and Danny Dean, continuing to press them for answers.
"That's right! It's definitely him! Ask anyone if you don't believe us!" Danny Dean and Freddy Four-Eyes shouted in unison, pointing at the nervous, clueless Jake Jewel, selling him out without a second thought. If this were the war against Japan, they'd be classic traitors.
"Him! I'll ask you all one more time—who started it?!" The tall girl's angry shout made her look ready to devour anyone in the crowd, bones and all!
"It was him—" The crowd, completely intimidated by her, all pointed at Jake Jewel, collectively betraying their 'brother' just to save themselves!
The tall girl raised her eyebrows and walked straight up to Jake Jewel, who looked nervously down, his face flushed with 'shy embarrassment.' Suddenly, she reached out with her left hand, hooked his chin, and, in a surprisingly gentle voice, asked, "Hey kid, not bad! Soft skin, baby face—how old are you?"
"I—I'm 21—" Jake Jewel replied in a small voice.
"Hmm, 21, not bad! Judging by your look, you're still a virgin, right?" The tall girl glanced down at the obvious tent in Jake Jewel's pants and dropped a bombshell of a question, causing the crowd to stir with excitement.
"I—I—well, I guess so!" Jake Jewel stammered, losing all composure.
"Hey, cutie—hee hee—got a girlfriend?" The girl perked up, pressing him for more answers.
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"No, not right now—not yet—" Jake Jewel answered in a voice as quiet as a mosquito.
"Hmm—no girlfriend, good! Hehe—no girlfriend, that's perfect! You really want a woman, don't you? Someone like me?" The tall girl's eyes sparkled, clearly pleased with Jake Jewel's answer.
"I—I—" Jake Jewel was completely tongue-tied. He never expected her to be so bold, asking him questions like that in front of everyone. His handsome face turned bright red, and he wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole.
Unfortunately, floors don't usually crack open, and the tall girl was clearly interested in Jake Jewel. She leaned in close, pressing her body against his—they were practically glued together, and she was a whole head taller than him! Her 38D headlights were nearly pressed against his face, creating the legendary—up-close, zero-distance encounter!
That bold move sent Jake Jewel into a shivering mess, his whole body going weak. He felt a rush of heat surge to his forehead, then trickle out of his nose—he actually got a nosebleed!
"Whoa, you really got a nosebleed?! You are definitely a virgin! So fired up! Come on, follow me to the classroom—I'll give you a checkup!" The tall girl pinched Jake Jewel's cheek with satisfaction, then pressed his head against her chest, wrapped her arm around his waist, and dragged him away.
"Move it! All you extras, clear out—" the tall girl shouted at the crowd in the corridor, scaring everyone into scattering and making way.
"Heh—little virgin, today you and I are going to have a good talk about life and dreams! Let's plan your future—and maybe discuss how to make the next generation!" The girl, triumphant, held the now limp Jake Jewel under one arm, basketball in the other, and strutted off in front of the stunned crowd.