My girlfriend's downfall
Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Chapter 64

"Let’s discuss it another day when it’s done." I had no idea what Emily was up to. She usually acted a bit spoiled, so I just sat down opposite her.

"By the way, have you seen Logan lately? We were supposed to meet, but I can’t reach him by phone." Emily pouted her red lips, looking all helpless and pitiful.

I cursed silently. She and Logan weren’t even in the same department! She couldn’t even come up with a good lie; she just wanted to hook up. Emily had no clue I had already seen the photos of her fooling around with Logan, and those photos were now on the flash drive in my pocket. She was still pretending to be serious, and I couldn’t help but mock her in my mind.

"Logan? He went out with Mia, he might not be back for a few days." Knowing their relationships, I deliberately mentioned Mia to see how Emily would react to hearing about her lover and his official girlfriend going out together. Chapter 76

Emily’s face showed a flicker of annoyance, and it looked like she wanted to say something but held back. After a long while, she got up slowly, trying to act casual, and muttered, "Alright, I get it. I won’t bother you..." She froze mid-sentence. A flush of crimson spread across her cheeks as her gaze inadvertently dropped to my crotch.

What the heck? I glanced down and realized the issue. I was in a bathrobe, having just rushed downstairs, and it was a bit loose. Thanks to the threesome photos that had popped into my head and the sight of Emily, my cock had gotten hard and slipped out through the gap in the robe! There it was, fully exposed, thick and veiny.

Even though I wasn’t a virgin, this was beyond embarrassing. Emily and I were just classmates. I quickly covered myself and stammered.

"Sorry, I..."

Emily snapped out of it, her face still red. She shot a quick glance at my crotch, then turned away with a playful smile and said, "I didn’t see anything. You’re just very... energetic in the morning."

"Yeah," I mumbled, feeling mortified and at a loss for words.

"I’m leaving. See you at school. Bye," Emily giggled, swayed her hips in that semi-transparent black skirt, and left, not giving me a chance to say anything more.

After she was gone, I shrugged off my bathrobe and threw on some jeans and a T-shirt. The whole incident with Emily was still on my mind, but I pushed it aside. I had bigger things to worry about, like dealing with Logan. I wasn’t a fan of violence, but Logan’s behavior was out of control, and I couldn’t let him keep messing around with me. The only option was to teach him a lesson.

First, I must keep my identity hidden. Nighttime was best, with a ski mask and clothes I’d never worn before.

I was set on my plan. As soon as Logan got back, I’d find a chance to catch him alone at night and give him what he deserved.

Thinking about pulling off such a risky plan made me super uneasy. But since Logan hadn’t been around lately, I decided to push those thoughts aside and just enjoy my time fidgeting alone.

Sitting alone in the empty living room, I felt a wave of loneliness. Even though I knew Lily would be back after her classes, my heart was restless. My love for Lily and the bitterness from her betrayals were like fire and ice constantly battling inside me. I packed my stuff and headed to school to find her. No real reason, just that I had nothing else to do today, and not seeing her made me feel don’t know how’ to explain it kinda of happy and sad.

Traffic in Emerald City was light in the afternoon, so I got to Celestial University in less than ten minutes. Since I had the day off, I skipped my department and went straight to Lily’s building. She was still in class, and even though we’d only been apart for a few hours, I couldn’t wait to see her. I wasn’t sure if I was falling deeper for her or if Logan’s threat made me appreciate her more.

Lily was in the School of Economics and Management, a popular major for beautiful girls in the U.S. As I walked down the road, the green trees and flower beds felt like a natural backdrop, and the American girls around me looked like cover models.

Even though summer was over, the heat lingered, so the girls’ clothing was still minimal. I was delighted and overwhelmed by the sights.

Some girls were lounging in groups on the lawn, chatting and laughing, their shorts or skirts showing off their youthful legs.

Others were rushing around with thick books that didn’t match their bright outfits, their thin straps revealing half of their breasts. With their hurried steps, their chests bounced up and down. Some girls were even more playful, splashing around by the sprinklers on the lawn, their bodies glistening with water droplets. Through the wet fabric, their youthful, protruding nipples were faintly visible.

I thought, admiring the scenery that stirred a physiological reaction, it would be awesome to transfer to this department. Even though Lily was more stunning than these girls, it would be nice to feast my eyes every day.

Suddenly, just as I was lost in my thoughts, a somewhat unfamiliar voice called out from behind.

"Hey! You! How’s eet going?" A sharp voice with a bit of an accent.

I turned around, puzzled, and couldn’t help but curse in my mind. What a buzzkill!

I spotted this massive, almost spherical figure in the distance, waddling towards me. The guy was so obese that it seemed he was wider than he was tall. He had a heavy backpack on, so I figured he was probably a college student, too.

Honestly, "extremely obese" was the only way to describe him. He looked like an overinflated balloon, with a waist and hips just barely able to squeeze through a door. His arms were thicker than my thighs and couldn’t hang naturally because of all the fat, just resting on his sides. His legs were as thick as my waist, stuffed into these huge jeans that looked like they were filled with flour. If Jack was a big guy, this dude was easily three times his size.

His skin was this bronze color, but with all the fat, rough skin, and body hair, he was pretty hard to look at. Like a lot of really obese Americans, his huge body made his normal-sized head and limbs look even more out of proportion.

"Hey, buddy! How’s eet going?" The guy, dressed in an oversized T-shirt and jeans, wheezed as he struggled to move. His small eyes were greedily checking out the girls around us as he slowly approached.

My memory was a bit fuzzy, but I remembered his name was Dirk. Seriously, who names their kid that? I cursed inwardly.

I also remembered Dirk was an economics student. Seeing him in a place full of young girls was a real buzzkill. The worst part was, he seemed to have taken a few classes with Lily and had crossed paths with me a few times. Out of politeness, I had exchanged a few words with him, but now he seemed to think we were friends, which was super annoying.

"I’m alright," I said, trying to sound as uninterested as possible, hoping he’d get the hint and leave me alone.

But Dirk, either too thick-skinned or too enthusiastic, completely ignored my indifference. After taking a few deep breaths, he shook his layers of fat and took a couple of steps to catch up with me, eagerly saying, "I have a question for you, buddy."

Seeing him get closer, I couldn’t just ignore him, so I reluctantly replied, "What’s it about? Make it quick, I’m heading to Building M."

"Perfect, I’m going dere too. We can chatt and walk," Dirk said in this weird Latino accent, moving even closer.

Having Dirk walk beside me was even more annoying. His oversized T-shirt, which looked like a bedsheet, was soaked with sweat and sticking to his belly. Even though Dirk looked to be in his twenties, his brown curly hair was noticeably balding. His facial features had a Caucasian outline, but his thick chin and cheeks made his face look like a gourd. In short, he was really ugly. I guessed that most normal American students didn’-t want to deal with him, so he was overly enthusiastic towards anyone who was polite to him.

"What question?" I asked, trying to hide my annoyance.

"Yeah, I was arguing weeth someone and wanted joor opinion. I theenk watching porn on a high-definition TV ees better than real sex. That’s the point of high-defeenition TV, right?" Dirk said, his eyes darting to a girl’s chest on a nearby bench, using his unique, somewhat sharp,

cynical tone.

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