Recently, I discovered my computer was hacked. The intruder's goal? To steal a peek at the spicy fanfiction I write. To catch this "criminal," I crammed four months of computer science knowledge. Armed with my limited skills, I traced the IP and hacked into his webcam. From the screen came the sound of a man panting heavily, making my heart race. After a long while, the face of the campus academic god—a regular on the school website—appeared on camera. Caught in the act of doing something indescribable, he blushed furiously: "You... you found me." 1 My computer got hacked. Lately, weird, supernatural things have been happening when I write. — Typos in the smut I just wrote would correct themselves. — The formatting would suddenly become neat and tidy. — Documents I panic-saved in the wrong folder would magically appear in the correct one. ... Just as I was suspecting schizophrenia from writing too much, my roommate Kiki joked, "Maybe your computer got hacked!" A casual remark, but I took it to heart. Although I don't have sensitive info or more than four digits in my bank account, my computer holds hundreds of chapters of smut! Some even feature my crush, Shawn, as the protagonist! If this got out, how could I show my face on campus? I swore to catch this criminal! After consulting the "Academic God" of the Computer Science department (Kiki's boyfriend), I started cramming. Finally, on a dark and stormy night, I hacked the intruder's webcam. The environment was dim, but I recognized the wooden bunk beds of our dorms. I got excited. Holy crap! If he's on campus, catching him is just a matter of time! I stared at the screen excitedly, looking for clues. Suddenly, the sound of suppressed panting came through. "Baby... mmh..." I froze. Having read countless books, I knew exactly what he was doing... But even with my theoretical knowledge, this scene was too much. What the hell? Who steals someone else's smut to do that? So perverted... Although, I wrote the smut. But that's not the point! Peeping Toms have no honor! However. This guy's panting sounds kinda hot... My face burned instantly, throat tight, heart pounding like a drum. The guy on the other side sped up, no longer suppressing his voice, letting loose. His panting made my whole body heat up. Finally, with a sigh of satisfaction, he finished. Hearing the sound of tissues being pulled, I braced myself. Soon, a muscular arm appeared in the frame, followed by broad shoulders, collarbones, defined pecs... And finally, a handsome face with flushed cheeks. I forgot to breathe. I knew that face all too well. Me: ? 2 Shawn. The god of the Computer Science department. My crush. The male lead in dozens of my fanfics... So, he was reading stories based on himself while getting off? My brain short-circuited. On the other side, Shawn seemed to notice something was wrong. He panicked, then quickly operated his computer, taking control of mine. We met via video in the most awkward way possible. After staring at each other for four or five seconds, Shawn frantically shut down his computer. Before the screen went black, I clearly heard him curse under his breath: "Fuck..." My screen returned to my wallpaper, but I was still in shock. It took a long time for the panic to set in. Help! Did he read everything? All those indescribable... super spicy scenes! I buried my burning face in the blanket, trying to suffocate myself. We're doomed. Will he tell anyone? After struggling internally for half an hour, I collapsed on the bed, accepting my fate. Whatever. At least I saw Shawn shirtless before I die socially. Worth it. 3 After that incident, I didn't write for half a month. Instead, I inexplicably ran into Shawn everywhere on campus. Classrooms, cafeteria, supermarket, track field... I developed a skill: whenever Shawn was near, a chill would run down my spine, and I'd lock onto his location instantly. I don't know if he saw me, but I ran every time. If we met, would he think I'm a pervert? Even though he's the pervert... My roommate Summer asked me to watch hot guys play basketball, but I made excuses. "Hannah, heard Shawn is playing today. You're not coming?" Normally, I'd grab snacks and follow them like a puppy. But now? Too awkward. "I'll pass. Busy with the Literature Club." Summer knew I was busy and pouted. Chloe added, "The club has an event soon, she really is busy." Summer looked regretful. "Fine, you busy bee. We're going! I'll take HD photos for you to enjoy later~" I turned my back and mumbled a "Mmh." "Enjoy"? I wouldn't dare! Just thinking of Shawn makes me feel like he's standing in front of me, condemning me. [You little pervert! Look innocent but mind is full of smut! Coveting my body!] I rushed to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. To force myself to calm down, I buried myself in club work. 4 When my roommates returned, I was still at my desk. "So sad, Shawn wore a new jersey today but only played half the game." "Yeah! Explosively handsome. Did you see those girls next to us? Eyes glued to him!" ... I stopped working, ears perking up. New jersey? What color? He's pale, so blue would look good... As I thought this, Summer and the girls were in front of me. "Hannah, look! Shawn's new jersey is super hot!" Summer shoved her phone in my face. Holy crap! It really is blue! In the photo, Shawn was as handsome as ever. His fair skin glowed in the sun, broad shoulders, narrow waist, perfect arm muscles. Under the blue jersey, his pecs were defined. I like muscles like that—healthy, not excessive. That's why Shawn became my irreplaceable crush. Looking at it, the image of shirtless Shawn from that night popped into my head... My face burned again. This reaction was intriguing to others. "Oooooh~ Hannah, you're blushing!" "You're definitely gonna dream of him tonight!" They teased me. Why did Chloe say I'd dream of him? I kept my crush on Shawn buried deep. Until one night, Chloe got up to pee and heard me talk in my sleep. Calling Shawn's name. They kept my secret but teased me whenever we saw him. I covered my face, grabbed my laptop, and fled to my bed. Their teasing got louder. I feel like I've done every embarrassing thing possible. 5 Ding~ WeChat message from Club President Liam. [Hannah, the freshmen sent the event brief. Check it for errors.] I replied [Okay]. Only when busy can I stop thinking about Shawn. I received the file and opened my laptop. Just as I was about to log into WeChat, the screen flickered, and another feed appeared. Familiar wooden bed, dark blue sheets... Isn't this Shawn's bed?! Why did his webcam turn on? I didn't touch anything! Just as I was about to fix it, Shawn appeared in the frame. He seemed fresh out of the shower, shirtless, wearing only light blue basketball shorts... quite tight ones. A towel draped over his shoulder, damp hair dripping water droplets that slid down his firm chest, soaking into the blue sheets. Faced with this "Hunk Out of Bath" scene, my brain exploded. Who can handle this! Shawn looked at the screen, locking eyes with shocked me for a few seconds. First surprise, then he pursed his lips nervously, cheeks slowly turning red. He carefully pulled up the towel to cover his chest, looking at me shyly. "You... why are you... peeping at me again?" Me: ? What do you mean? Peeping? Again? Sitting in bed, accused of crimes from the sky! I looked at the curtains. Roommates were chatting, oblivious. "What peeping? I just opened my laptop! You hacked me first, that's how I caught you!" Shawn tugged the towel coyly. "Who knows? How could a little girl like you do such things?" Excuse me? This is outrageous! Before I could speak, Shawn crossed his arms, pretending to cover himself. His well-developed pecs created cleavage with just a slight movement. "If I hadn't worn pants, you would've seen everything." I almost jumped off the bed to curse at the screen. Zap! The screen went black, flashed twice, and returned to my wallpaper. He ran? Without explaining? Ineuliably labeled a pervert. Thinking about it, I felt this kid did it on purpose. Can I tolerate this? I suspect he'll leak my smut writing secret. Need to negotiate. Emotional, I grabbed my phone and mobilized my network to find Shawn's class schedule.
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