“Alright, I surrender to you. Get out and wash your face to wake up.”

The whole class burst into laughter. My physics teacher was like that — very funny, quite easygoing, and unfortunately stuck with a smartass like me, so exchanges like this that felt like getting slapped in the face with a flip-flop happened often. After washing my face, I went back to class to listen to the lecture. But I had already learned all this nuclear physics stuff before, so it was boring.

Now fully awake, I took the chance to admire the ass of the girl sitting in front of me. My seat was in the best position in the class — at the very back, and I sat alone, so I could do whatever I wanted. The ideal spot was right behind the class hot girl, Vi. Her cuteness couldn’t be described normally — you’d need exponents. What I liked most was her petite height of around 1m6, smooth fair skin, shiny black wavy hair, eyes that could suck your soul, and a body full of youthful energy. Last time when we went to take our driving test together, during the medical check, I heard her measurements — 90-65-97. But honestly, no matter how delicious she looked, she already had a boyfriend. Plus, I heard she was quite the party girl. Her family was filthy rich, so her wild lifestyle wasn’t surprising.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. I pulled out my book to study so I could finish the material during break and stayed in my seat. She suddenly turned around and asked for help with a problem:

“Cu, help me with this one.”

“Who are you calling Cu? I’m older than you.”

“Then what should I call you? Dick?”

“Call me ‘my love’ and I’ll teach you.”

“No way,” she teased back.

This crazy girl — so pretty but so insane. Believe me, I could fuck you right here??? Just kidding, I wouldn’t dare.

“Damn it, give it here. I’ll explain.”

“Okay, behave yourself.”

I had to explain several physics problems, breaking down ratios and such. She sat there with a blank face like a clueless duck. While explaining, I looked up and saw her focused on the problem. Her shirt had slipped down, revealing her smooth, white cleavage. At that moment, my only wish was to pounce on her and devour her.

That afternoon, the whole class had national defense and physical education. After PE, I noticed Vi was acting a bit strange. I realized it because today she was wearing tight sportswear for PE class, and she looked incredibly hot. Her ass was bouncing with every step, making me crave her… “to death.” During national defense class, I was still at the very back because I was afraid the teacher would use me as a guinea pig. Vi sat in front of me, and the formation was quite messy since it was an outdoor class. I sat there admiring her from behind. Suddenly, she turned around to look at me, her face flushed red. I panicked and pretended to look at the teacher. She suddenly stood up and walked awkwardly toward the teachers’ restroom.

After she went in for about a minute, I also stood up, asked permission to go out, and followed her. The teachers’ restroom was clean, so many students liked to use it. After she went in, I went to the men’s side. I followed her for a reason. The teachers’ restroom had two rooms — men’s and women’s — separated by a 2-meter wall.

I stood on the toilet seat and looked over to the other side. What I saw was something I could never have imagined. Vi was topless, wearing only a light pink bra. Her breasts looked like they were about to burst out. WTF??? She started pulling her bra down with both hands. Her full, heavy breasts spilled out. Her nipples were small, contrasting with the size of her breasts. The areolas were a pinkish-orange color, showing she took very good care of her breasts — no darkening, no sagging.

My little brother immediately stood at attention. My whole body felt hot. In contrast to my excitement, Vi looked like she wanted to cry. Her face was pale, eyes red and teary. It turned out that because she had run so hard earlier, the hook on her bra had come undone. That explained why she had been so flustered.

Outside, I heard my friend knocking on the door, making me jump:

“Damn it, are you and Vi fucking in there? It’s taking so long. The teacher sent me to call you guys.”

“Fuck off. I’m just taking a shit and you can’t even leave me alone. Get back to class. I’ll be right out. Keep talking and I’ll beat your ass.”

I pretended to flush and walked out. Vi came out at the same time. Seeing me wearing a jacket, she said:

“Hey N, can I borrow your jacket for a bit?”

“You know my name now… but no, I’m not lending you my jacket.”

“Come on, I’m begging you.”

“What do you need it for?”

“I need it for something. Otherwise, why would I borrow your jacket? Do you think I want to cast a spell on you or something?”

“Ah, you’re so tempting. I…”

“I know I’m tempting,” she smiled playfully and cut me off.

“Without a reason, I’m not lending it. What if you think I’m handsome and take my jacket home to cast a love spell on me?”

“Damn it, stop messing around. I’m begging you.”

“What do you need it for? If you don’t tell me, I’m not lending it,” I pressed her.

“Because… my… my bra… it’s… it’s…”

“It’s what?”

“It’s… broken. Just lend me the jacket.”

“Ah, I see. You’re in trouble.”

I took off my jacket and gave it to her. She blushed but still remembered to thank me quietly. Her embarrassed expression, like she had just been splashed with boiling water, made me want to laugh until my stomach hurt. Haizz, anyway, I had already seen her massive breasts, so lending her the jacket wasn’t a big deal.

When I got home, I put my bag away and quickly started a game of Liên Quân. While in the middle of a match, Vi texted me:

“Hey you.”

Do you know how I replied? That’s right, I sent a very blunt message:

“Fuck off, let me play. I’ll text you back when I’m done with the match.”

That’s how guys are — tough. Damn it, I was in the middle of a game and she came to mess it up. So she disappeared. After finishing the match, I texted her back:

“What’s up, broken bra girl???”

“Go play your game!!!”

“So I’m logging off now.”

“Wait, calm down. I just wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?”

“For lending me your jacket.”

“Oh, I don’t lend things to anyone for free. If I lend you my jacket to cover what you don’t want others to see, then you have to let me squeeze them, right?”

“Nah, are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m not joking. Tomorrow, meet me at the restroom.” I continued teasing.

“Okay. We’ll see who loses. Do you believe that in 3 minutes I can post a screenshot of this conversation on the school confession page with the caption: ‘N is a professional pussy hunter. Stay away, girls’?”

“Alright, alright, I was joking. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Good boy. I’m logging off now.”

Damn it, damn it, damn it. After 18 years of life, eating my parents’ food, wearing their clothes, learning from teachers, and I still lost to this crazy girl. I got bored and stopped playing. It was almost evening, so I went down to the club to help the teacher with class duties.

After today’s classes, I had a break for April 30th – May 1st, so I was excited. Tomorrow, my parents were going to visit relatives and wouldn’t be home. For the next two days, I would be home alone — playing games, hanging out with friends, going out freely, without parental supervision. Nothing special happened until that moment. During break in period 2, I was still at the back of the class. The girls, including Vi, were gathered at her desk chatting.

I was lying there not paying much attention, but I overheard them talking about how tomorrow Vi’s parents wouldn’t be coming to visit her. Her family lived in the district. Her parents were in agricultural trading and extremely wealthy. They bought her a small but comfortable single-story house so she could live and study here (which unintentionally gave her the perfect conditions to party and misbehave. Her studies were terrible). They were planning a girls’ night out. Suddenly, an idea — or rather, a plan that I thought I wouldn’t dare to carry out — popped into my head.

That afternoon when I got home, my parents had already left for their relatives’ house. They left 500k and a note on the table with some instructions, saying they would be back on the afternoon of May 1st. After dinner, I started making my plan. I put on dark clothes, a face mask that covered my face, my dad’s thick-soled shoes, and went to Vi’s house. I circled the area a few times, then parked my bike nearby and walked around her house. The house was surrounded by a 2-meter wall. No dogs, no visible cameras. Behind the house was an abandoned coffee plantation with dense trees. The neighboring houses: one side was a noodle shop, the other was a house that seemed empty.

Perfect. That was all I needed. I went home, logged onto Facebook to buy a bottle of chloroform (black market stuff, very hard to buy — both buyer and seller must not see each other’s faces). Two hours later, someone delivered it to my door. The safety procedures were complicated, so I won’t go into detail. I charged my phone fully, bought thin rubber gloves, plastic zip ties, and some other small items, and put everything in my backpack. That was enough.