The campus heartthrob said his chest was feeling tight. I reached out and touched it. Felt pretty good to me. The next second, he froze and started screaming that I was a pervert. I rushed up and ripped his jacket open in one go. "Son of a b*tch, weren't you the one trying to seduce me? "Talking about your chest hurting... "Some 'innocent' heartthrob. I bet you’ve been community property for a long time!" 1 "Don't touch me!" Caleb shoved me away with all his might. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to cover his thin black tank top. His bony shoulders trembled like butterfly wings, and the teardrops on his eyelashes glistened under the streetlights. A few goth girls on loud motorcycles roared past. Seeing Caleb, they immediately slammed on the brakes and whistled. "Damn, Daddy! He's fresh! "Look at that Adam's apple! Can't even hide it! "How much for a night? Is five hundred enough? Speak up, pretty boy!" Caleb trembled all over. I watched him with interest. The moment the girls got off their bikes, Caleb finally broke. He gripped the hem of my shirt and begged, "Help me." I smiled. "I can help, but everything has a price." He bit his lip, silent. I reminded him, "Make up your mind. Is it going to be just me, or four of them?" He closed his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks. "One. I only want you..." Hearing that, I stepped forward, blocking him from view, and glared coldly at the punks. "Can't you see I'm disciplining my man? "Even if he's loose, he's mine. What are you barking at?" The leader of the pack stopped smiling. "Is this really your man? "Sister, you aren't trying to eat alone, are you? That’s not very sisterly. "If you can't handle him, we can play together. We'll chip in." Caleb pinched my shirt harder. I stopped smiling, pulled out a switchblade, and twirled it in my hand. "Do you not speak human?" The girls jumped back, scared. The leader recovered and shouted in anger: "Fine, whatever! Why pull a knife? "Damn sissy behavior. Can't fight with fists so you use a blade? You're an embarrassment to women everywhere!" She spat on the ground and left, cursing under her breath. 2 The street returned to silence, the evening wind rustling the autumn leaves. The adrenaline sobered me up. Caleb went limp, leaning against the wall, head down, weeping. His clothes were disheveled, looking like he'd been ravaged. His chest muscles had red friction marks that rose and fell with his breathing. If he hadn't met a gentlewoman like me, he really would have been taken right there. I tsked and threw my jacket over him. He stunned, then put it on. "You just..." "I drank too much. Don't take it to heart." He lowered his lashes and murmured a response. "So... we're not doing it?" "Hmm?" He didn't answer. I didn't press him, just lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall. After a while. He whispered, "Actually, I can." Caleb didn't dare look me in the eye, but his white knuckles betrayed his nervousness. I understood immediately. It was the price for saving him. I laughed. Men are so dramatic. Just a moment ago he was acting like a martyr, now he's throwing himself at me. Lucky for him, I wanted to play too. I raised an eyebrow. "Boy, you won't regret this?" He nodded. I chuckled and pointed to the motel down the street. "Follow me." His face flushed red instantly. He closed his eyes, accepting his fate. 3 I have to say, college boys hit different. Over the years, plenty of men have thrown themselves at me, but Caleb was definitely the most innocent and tender. He was thin-skinned; the slightest touch turned him pink. His youthful, tight chest muscles trembled occasionally, and his low whimpers were like the strongest wine. It was the most satisfying night I'd had in years. Afterward, I ordered him a Plan B pill via a delivery app. His face turned pale as he looked at me weakly. "Do I have to take it? "I want to keep it... can I?" I tapped the ash off my cigarette and looked at him calmly. In that moment, I knew he had fallen in love with me. Men's love is so inexplicable. I was the one who put him in that dangerous situation to begin with, yet he only remembered that I saved him. Too bad. Too bad I'm not some knight in shining armor or a 'good woman.' I'm a career woman, young and free. Why would I tie myself down to a piece of grass? "You're a good boy, Caleb. I don't want to hold you back." I poured a glass of water and pushed it toward him. He smiled, but it looked painful. "It's okay. I'm not afraid of being held back." "But you're already secondhand goods." I sneered, glancing down at his body. "Going to a motel with a woman so easily... aren't you afraid of diseases? "I don't marry boys who don't have self-respect." I ignored his pale face. I dug five bucks out of my pocket for his cab fare and left without looking back. 4 I thought those harsh words would make Caleb give up. But after that day, he started showing up downstairs at my dorm. My roommates were drooling at the window. "Mother of God, look at Caleb's legs, that chest, that Adam's apple. He's stacked." "Whoever sleeps with him has won at life!" "Why is the Campus Heartthrob wandering around the girls' dorms every day? Is he looking for a hookup?" "Have you guys noticed? Caleb looks... haughtier. Like he's been nourished. Do you think he finally lost his v-card?" I was too lazy to listen and went down to the cafeteria. Not long after I sat down, a pair of bouncy pecs pressed against my back. A boy's bright, youthful voice rang out: "Hey, Jordan! Where have you been lately? Why haven't you been gaming?" I looked back. It was a junior I was mentoring.
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