This school was really big and could fit over 3,000 students who were only in grades 10, 11, and 12. It had three large buildings, each with four floors. The middle building was for grade 10, while the buildings on the right and left were for grades 11 and 12. There were two main entrances: one in the front and one in the back, both with parking lots on both sides.The sports facilities, which included a soccer field and basketball courts, were strategically positioned in the middle of the high school, at both the front and back, ensuring convenient access for physical activities.As I meandered through the sprawling grounds of the school, a sense of nostalgia mixed with a newfound curiosity washed over me. Despite spending three years of my past life here, there were corners and secrets of the school I had yet to uncover.In my pastime, I only used the front gate, as it was the one most people used, especially those who were well-off. As for the back gate, I rarely used it, as it see
The pretty girl cast a fleeting glance at my superbike, her eyes tracing its sleek lines with a mix of curiosity and awe. She turned to me, her gaze inquisitive, and asked, “Do you rich?”“Kind of,” I replied, the corner of my mouth lifting in a half-smile.“Give me $200, no $300,” she boldly requested, her voice carrying a hint of daring.She was like a red flag of impatience, her eyes glinting with a mix of hope and skepticism. I reached into my wallet, the leather creaking slightly under my fingers, and pulled out three crisp $100 bills. Handing them over, I watched her expression transform.“Wow, thank you,” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she looked at me. “Now I am good.”[You get 3,000 positive karma.]Satisfied, I nodded, “Alright,” and revved up my superbike, the engine's roar cutting through the air. I sped away, leaving her behind, but not far down the road, I encountered the long-haired girl walking home, each step laden with weariness. She was the girl contemplatin
"I think it is time for me to use the ‘sex analyze eyes’ on her," I mused quietly to myself, focusing intently to her. And the transparent screen appeared on her.[ Sexual activities: 54 timesPerson in connection: 2 ]I attempted to gather more information from her, but honestly, we are total strangers. She didn't even share her name, which keeps us as complete strangers. However, I could deduce from her uniform that she was in her final year of high school, approximately 19 years old."Then, let's have a bath," I suggested, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.Internally, I was sighing heavily. Reflecting on my own past, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. My first experience with sex was at the age of 30, delayed by my fear of commitment. Back then, concepts like casual relationships or sex without love were foreign to me. I believed firmly in the notion that if you had sex with someone, you were obliged to marry them. To do otherwise would be to tarnish their purity i
"I apologize, but I cannot share a space with a man." My voice echoed with a firm undertone as I approached them. "Would you kindly leave while I maintain my composure?"Two college-aged men stood there, one lazily draping his hand over my shoulder, smirking. "And if we don't want to leave, what will you do?" he taunted. His breath emitted a strong odor of smoke."If necessary, I'll involve the police," I replied, maintaining a calm demeanor.The first man, his laughter still hanging in the air, lunged at me, aiming a fist at my stomach. Anticipating this, I swiftly dodged and countered, striking him at the base of his neck. His attack faltered as I evaded it. The second man attempted to intervene, but I reacted quickly, delivering a precise kick to his groin. I could almost hear the crack of his balls. They both let out the sounds of painful groans.The other two, seeing their companions falter, rushed towards me. With swift precision, my hand shot out, striking one in the nose with
As my superbike gracefully glided along the city road, it effortlessly overtook the fast-moving cars one by one, skillfully weaving through traffic at high speed, its engine producing a melodious purr. With the wind tousling our hair, I keenly sensed the presence of the lovely girl clinging to my back as we ventured into the slum area. Upon reaching the expansive parking lot of the orphanage, I smoothly brought the bike to a halt, the engine's rhythm gradually fading into a quiet purr.“What are we doing here?” the girl inquired, her voice laced with a blend of curiosity and uncertainty as she dismounted from the bike.“Just follow me,” I responded, noting the subtle changes that had taken place at the orphanage. New items, small but significant, hinting at subtle improvements.An old woman, clad in religious attire, emerged to greet us. Her eyes, warm and wise, met mine as she quickly shook my hand. “Last time we haven’t properly said thanks to you. Please, have time; we will sing yo
Feeling a surge of delight in his victory after slapping a weak woman, the arrogant man fixed his gaze on me. "I don't know who you are, but I'll let you off for now. Stay away from this girl, or..." His voice trailed off as he cast a meaningful glance at his accomplice beside me, subtly nodding his head.Reacting to this silent command, the man at my side aimed a sudden blow at my stomach. However, he had underestimated his opponent. With swift reflexes, I intercepted his hand, thwarting his attack. In one fluid motion, I seized his head, forcing it down onto the table with a resonant crash of his nose against the wooden surface. The sound echoed through the room as I challenged, "Please, enlighten me again about what you plan to do to me?"‘I hate the smell of cigarette from their body and mouth.’The arrogant man, undeterred, snatched a fork from the table, pressing its prongs menacingly against Helene's neck. "Let him go, If you make a move, I'll stab her," he threatened, his voic
What motivates people to embrace war? The allure lies in its potential for quick wealth. When you infiltrate a house, you can pilfer every item within, and when you infiltrate a country, you seize everything it holds.Consider this: if someone toils for three months to afford an iPhone, you can snatch it in a mere three seconds. The reward remains the same. It may appear exceedingly straightforward. However, regrettably, I am aware of the negative karma that ensues, compelling one to return the ill-gotten gains and face the consequences of not abiding by the rules.While it might seem effortless at times, you may ultimately have to pay with a prison sentence ranging from three months to three years.‘So be smart and learn not to be caught. Or only steal if the risk is worth it.’Upon entering the apartment, chaos reigned. The remnants of hasty indulgences littered the floor – a used condom discarded carelessly, unwashed clothes and underwear strewn about. Half-eaten instant noodles an
Inside Senator's meeting room, where the powerful figure often gathered, a wealthy city figure sat with the senator. The air was heavy with the scent of red wine and the faint whiff of expensive cigars."Do you really think you can secure the election for Mayor this time?" the rich man asked, his gaze sharp and calculating.Christopher Senior, exuding confidence, chuckled heartily. "My entire party is behind me. Howard, my political adversary aiming for the Mayor's seat, is merely wasting his resources on a hopeless campaign.""What about the survey polls?" The rich man leaned in, his interest evident. "I don't invest in losing ventures."Christopher's eyes twinkled with certainty. "I'm leading with 51%, Howard's at a mere 32%, according to the latest city newspaper poll. Rest assured, Kelvin, your investment is safe. Once I'm Mayor, a major construction project will be yours."Kelvin, somewhat reassured, sighed and produced a checkbook. "Alright, I'll transfer $10 million for your ca