Chapter 1621
Winter had hit Harmony County hard, and the temperature had dropped to its lowest. The wind howled like a wild beast, making the streets eerily empty.
It was 8 PM on the third floor of the main building at Harmony County Sunset Valley High School.
In the brightly lit classroom of Senior Class 48, about a dozen students were scattered around, each with two thick stacks of review materials in front of them. The room was silent, everyone deep in their studies.
Despite the fact that a school party was happening in the auditorium, featuring performances by the school's most popular girls—Fiona, Laura, and Yara—this classroom felt completely isolated and undisturbed by the festivities.
The students here fell into two categories: those with above-average grades aiming for even higher-tier universities and those with below-average grades who were at risk of failing. Students like Fiona, who excelled academically, didn't need to study as hard, while those who had given up on studying knew they wouldn't get into college no matter what.
Yasmine sat in the back row, a math textbook open in front of her. She frowned slightly, gripping a pen as she sketched on a piece of scrap paper. For many girls, math was the hardest subject. Other subjects could be memorized, but math was different—you either understood it or you didn't.
Yasmine couldn't help but feel the disparity between people. Some were just born with a golden touch, like Fiona. Beautiful, with a great figure, from a well-off family, and always top of the class, even scoring perfect marks in math. Such people were beyond envy, only worthy of admiration.
Yasmine's father was a government official, but just a low-ranking one at the County Treasury Office, unable to help her much. Since her parents' divorce, her father had been involved with a divorced woman from his office, barely paying attention to Yasmine beyond giving her some pocket money each month.
Once a decent student, Yasmine had become disheartened. A boy in her class had shown her kindness, but he had ulterior motives. Pretending to celebrate her birthday, he got her drunk and took advantage of her, even sharing photos with other boys to brag.
When Yasmine tearfully told her father, he didn't help her. Instead, he scolded her for being promiscuous, just like her mother. Feeling hopeless, Yasmine started dating a school delinquent, asking him to teach the boy a lesson. She became notorious, willing to sleep with any boy who paid her and even seduced teachers for better grades. Her reputation plummeted, and her father distanced himself even more.
"Maybe this is fate. If my parents hadn't divorced, maybe I wouldn't be like this," Yasmine thought bitterly. With no support from her family and poor grades, she pinned her hopes on Ivan.
Since meeting Ivan, Yasmine had cut ties with her previous boyfriends, devoting herself to him, indulging in all his twisted desires, hoping he would help her get into college.
Suddenly, Yasmine felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. It was a birthday gift from Ivan last year.
"Come to the rooftop now," read Ivan's text.
Yasmine hesitated but quickly got up, put on her down jacket, and left the classroom. The cold hit her immediately; this winter seemed even more frigid than the last. Despite her thick coat, she could still feel the bone-chilling cold.
She soon reached the rooftop, where Ivan stood in a corner, smoking impatiently. "Yasmine, you're so slow. Were you flirting with some lover?" he sneered.
"Ivan, no, I came out as soon as I saw your text," Yasmine quickly explained. "You know I've cut off all my old contacts since being with you."
"Who knows if you're still secretly in touch with them? Don't act all innocent with me," Ivan said, tossing his cigarette and grabbing Yasmine's face roughly, then moving his hand to her waist, squeezing her through her jeans. "Your ass is so firm. Have you been sleeping around, slut?"
"No," Yasmine's tall frame trembled, her face flushed, eyes filled with fear. She knew she was in for another round of abuse but could only bite her lip and endure the physical pain.
Lately, Ivan's temper had been terrible. He often called Yasmine out to torment her, leaving her body covered in bruises and marks. She knew he was using her to vent his frustrations and didn't dare resist.
"Take off your pants," Ivan ordered coldly after groping her for a bit. "I want to see if you've been with other men."
"Ivan, please, it's too cold out here. Can we go to a room?" Yasmine shivered, pleading.
"No, it's more exciting out here," Ivan said with a cruel smile. "Hurry up, don't make me repeat myself."
Under Ivan's threatening gaze, Yasmine reluctantly removed her jeans and then her thermal pants, exposing her long, slender legs. The cold wind gave her skin goosebumps.
Ivan laughed, slapping her butt a couple of times, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. He then pulled down her underwear, inserting his fingers into her cleft, quickly finding her silky pubic hair. He twisted his fingers, playing with her wet labia and clit.
"Mm, mm!" Yasmine moaned, her long legs trembling as her vaginal opening was stimulated, releasing fluids and making her crotch wet.
"Slut, getting wet so fast," Ivan cursed, fingering her vagina while pulling out his cock. He made Yasmine bend over against the wall, lifting her butt and thrust his glans into her hot vagina.
"Ah!" Yasmine screamed. Despite the lubrication, Ivan's rough thrusts caused a tearing pain, reminiscent of her first time. Tears welled up in her eyes as she trembled, "Ivan, slow down, it hurts."
"Stop pretending to be a virgin," Ivan said, showing no mercy as he pounded into her, his glans pushing deeper into her vagina. He thought about how Yasmine's butt was too skinny compared to Claire's plump one, which was a joy to fuck. He had even considered Alissa, the homeroom teacher of Class 57, but her fierce rejection had scared him off.
Ivan had been frustrated lately. Growing up, he always got what he wanted, thanks to his father Devon's power and his mother Willow's indulgence. While his peers worried about tuition, he had thousands of dollars in pocket money. While other boys watched porn and fantasized, he had already slept with their maid, Claire.
But high school had been a series of setbacks. His year-long pursuit of Laura was ruined by Kevin, and his carefully planned confession to Fiona was also thwarted by Kevin. His attempts at revenge were met with warnings, and he even lost his position as class president. Even his doting mother advised him not to mess with Kevin.
This guy must have some trick up his sleeve, Ivan thought in anger as he pounded Yasmine's butt, his cock enveloped by her hot vagina. He imagined Laura's tall figure, Fiona's sexy body, and finally, Audrey's magnificent breasts, making his cock even harder.
One day, he vowed that he would fuck all these women and make Kevin suffer.
After thrusting into Yasmine's vagina for a while, Ivan felt his glans tingle, knowing he was close to coming. He pulled out, panting, "Blow me."
Yasmine turned, looking at Ivan's cock, but instead of complying, she bit her lip and said, "Ivan, what about what I asked you? Will you help me?"
Yasmine knew her grades were poor and hoped Ivan could use his father's connections to get her into college through other means. Ivan had promised but kept delaying.
"Why do you keep asking? I told you that I'm working on it. There's still time," Ivan said impatiently, thrusting his cock towards her. "Now, suck it."
Yasmine's heart sank. "Ivan, you never intended to help me, did you? Graduation is soon. Will there be enough time? I checked, and these things need to be arranged months in advance. Why did you lie to me? You promised to help me."
Ivan, caught in his lie, shrugged. "I was lying. Do you think you have the right to make demands? You're lucky I fuck you. Believe me, I could have you gang-raped."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
Yasmine's face turned pale as she looked at Ivan's shameless expression, tears streaming down her face. Her heart ached. She knew she could never be Ivan's real girlfriend, but she had hoped he might be moved by her devotion. Instead, he had used her as a tool for his pleasure.
Ivan's cock, exposed to the cold air, quickly shrank. Annoyed by Yasmine's tears, he lost interest, pulled up his pants, and left the rooftop.
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