Chapter 1634
Abel walked into the dormitory, which had two rows of beds. Each dorm could house about twenty people, and each person was allocated a narrow space 7 feet long and 4 feet wide.
The heating in the dorm wasn't great, especially in the latter part of the night when it got so cold it could wake you up. Everyone had to huddle together under two layers of blankets for warmth, so Abel always got up early to go to the classroom to study.
At this moment, the dorm was empty. Even though it was close to finals, exams were a regular occurrence for soon-to-be graduates.
Maybe it was because they were usually so stressed, but right before exams, they tended to let loose. Some gathered to play cards, others went to internet cafes to play games, and some even pooled money to visit prostitutes.
Recently, the county had been cracking down on organized crime, making adult entertainment venues much quieter. The prostitutes had started offering discounts, and students could even get group rates. About half the guys in the dorm had been there.
Abel was broke, barely able to pay his tuition, let alone spend money on prostitutes. Even if he had the money, he wouldn't go to such places, thinking they were too dirty and indiscriminate.
He lay on his bed, staring at the moldy ceiling, unable to sleep. Yasmine's seductive smile floated before his eyes, and he felt himself getting hard. Shaking his head, he tried not to think about it, closing his eyes and silently working through physics formulas until he drifted off.
When he woke up, he didn't know how long he had slept, so he got up to study in the classroom. The classroom was empty, except for Yasmine.
"Abel, do you want to have sex with me?" Yasmine unzipped her top, revealing her soft breasts and bright red nipples, making him dizzy with desire.
"I..." Abel's mind went blank, trembling and unsure of what to say.
Yasmine walked over, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his erection, gripping it firmly with both hands.
Abel felt his dick harden even more under Yasmine's touch, the intense pleasure overwhelming him. He cried out as his desire exploded.
When he opened his eyes, he was still lying in the cold dormitory, his lower body feeling icy. He reached down and found his underwear sticky. He had had a wet dream.
Thinking about the dream, Abel cursed himself for being so useless, not even daring to have sex with Yasmine in his dreams. He got up, took off his underwear, shivering as he pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, found a pair of washed-out underwear, and put them on. He sat on the bed, dazed, thinking about the feeling of Yasmine's hands on his dick in the dream.
Suddenly, the dorm door opened. Abel quickly stuffed his dirty underwear under his pillow and turned to see his hometown friend, Cody Potts, coming in. "Hey Cody, how's the studying going?" he asked.
"Same old, same old. What I get, I get. What I don't, I still don't," Cody said, flopping onto his bed with a sigh. "Man, I've accepted it. Some people are just smarter."
"Don't be discouraged. Tell me what you don't understand, and I'll help you out," Abel offered. Cody was the only person Abel was really familiar with at school, though Cody's grades weren't great, not even in the top forty of their class.
"Forget it. I never planned on getting into college anyway. Just want to get my high school diploma," Cody said, then suddenly asked, "By the way, I've noticed you and Yasmine hanging out a lot lately. I saw you guys having lunch together."
"Oh, no, she just had a few questions she needed help with," Abel quickly explained.
"Yeah, right. Why didn't she ask someone else then?" Cody chuckled. "But let me warn you, Yasmine's the kind of girl you can have fun with, but don't get too serious. You'll just end up getting hurt."
"I really don't have any intentions like that. You're just making stuff up," Abel denied any feelings for Yasmine.
"Good," Cody said, hesitating. He sighed internally, knowing Abel wouldn't believe him even if he said more—no point in being the bad guy.
Abel lay down for a while but couldn't sleep. He grabbed a book and went to the field to get some fresh air. A few freshmen were playing basketball with a group of girls watching. They didn't yet feel the pressure of graduation and could still enjoy high school life.
Even as a freshman, Abel had never spent time on entertainment. Besides sleeping, eating, and using the bathroom, he spent every possible moment studying. If he didn't get into college, he'd have to return to his remote village and spend his life on that barren land, just like his father.
Abel feared that monotonous life and knew only college could change his fate.
He read for a while, but thoughts of Yasmine made him restless. He decided to go to the classroom. As he left the field, he saw a tall, beautiful young woman in a beige trench coat struggling with a heavy brown paper package. Her large breasts were visibly compressed under the weight.
Abel's heart skipped a beat. He recognized her as Audrey, a teacher with a more famous nickname.
Sunset Valley High School's Bustiest Teacher!
Every guy at school, from freshmen to seniors, knew about Audrey. Even someone as focused as Abel was familiar with her.
After all, there were many pretty teachers, but none with breasts as large as Audrey's.
Last year, during the teachers' physical exams, most female teachers were B or C cups. Only four or five were D cups, and only Elodie and Alissa were E cups.
But Audrey was an astonishing F cup, far ahead of the rest.
In the dorm, nearly all twenty guys masturbated, and at least half fantasized about Audrey. Some even said they'd gladly fail their exams for a chance to play with her breasts.
A group of Audrey-obsessed guys had even created a chat group to share candid photos of her, discuss her outfits, and boast about their interactions with her.
Of course, their so-called interactions usually involved just being called to her office for misbehaving in class. Some even lied about touching her breasts for bragging rights.
But Abel wasn't that obsessed. Given his situation, even the girls in his class were out of reach, let alone a teacher. He wouldn't waste his precious time on such nonsense.
Sometimes, he'd see Audrey on campus and curiously glance at her famous breast. It was indeed large, so large that even from a distance, you could identify her by her boobs alone.
But so what? Staring at her wouldn't improve his grades. It had nothing to do with him. Abel would rather spend that time solving a math problem or studying.
Audrey had already walked past him, but the package was too heavy. Her hands were numb, so she set it down and shook her wrists, feeling a bit helpless.
The package contained sample copies of "Love in White City" from the publisher, twenty books in total. She had planned to have Kevin help her, but he was visiting Lucy with Laura, so she had to get it herself. The weight was more than she expected, and she had already stopped to rest three times on the short walk.
Thinking about carrying the heavy package up to the second floor in high heels, she even considered calling Kevin to come back.
Seeing Audrey's troubled expression, Abel hesitated but then quickly walked over. "Ms. Johnson. Let me help you with that," he said, picking up the package. He was used to helping his father with chores at home, like chopping wood, weeding, and carrying bricks, so this was easy for him.
"Oh, thank you," Audrey said, surprised. She brushed her hair back and looked at Abel's profile. "Which class are you in? What's your name?"
She hadn't been at Sunset Valley High School long and had only taught two classes, 56 and 57. She knew all the boys in those classes, but Abel looked unfamiliar, so he must not be one of her students.
"I'm Abel, from class 48. Our homeroom teacher is Curtis Farley," Abel said, carrying the package with one hand while talking to Audrey. His eyes couldn't help but glance at her prominent breast.
They were really big.
He had only seen Audrey from a distance before, but now, up close, he understood why so many boys were obsessed with her.
Abel didn't know much about cup sizes, but he instinctively compared them to familiar objects.
It was winter, and Audrey was wearing a thick wool sweater under her trench coat. As they walked, Abel's mind raced with physics and math formulas, but he couldn't accurately judge the volume of her breasts. He concluded abstractly that his hands couldn't possibly hold even one of them.
Sunset Valley High School's Bustiest Teacher lived up to her name. Abel's eyes followed the smooth curves under her coat, imagining the scene in summer when she wore a dress.
Few women had such large breasts, and those who did often had a sturdier build, like Alissa and Elodie. Physically, only a broad frame could support such weight without looking disproportionate. But Audrey had a slim figure, with a narrow waist, long legs, and a delicate face, making her large breasts seem almost unreal.
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