Chapter 679: Teaching Quentin a Lesson
Two figures walked in, a guy and a girl. Due to the distance and the darkening sky, Kevin couldn't make out their faces clearly. They didn't look like students, so Kevin thought, "Could it be teachers?"
"Quentin, if you have something to say, spit it out. I need to get home," a familiar female voice chimed in quickly. It was Vanessa.
"Vanessa, what's the rush? We've known each other for so long, I just wanted to catch up with you," Quentin's voice echoed soon after.
To Kevin's surprise, it was Quentin and Vanessa. He glanced back at Audrey, who had a hint of disgust on her face. Quickly, he reached for her delicate hand. Audrey hesitated for a moment, then smiled and held Kevin's hand back. Now, she wasn't alone; she had Kevin by her side.
"What's the big deal?" Vanessa sneered. "You think I don't know what you're up to? You just want to meet Angus through me. Forget it, I don't know him well enough to help you out."
"Vanessa, don't push it," Quentin retorted, getting frustrated. "Just because you deleted those photos doesn't mean I can't do anything to you. Push me too far, and I'll ruin your reputation. Imagine if your husband found out his wife was cheating with another man, how would he react?"
"Quentin! How dare you?" Vanessa's voice turned sharp, teeth clenched. "Don't push your luck. There will be consequences."
"Consequences? Well, well, well, didn't expect those words to come from you," Quentin nodded, a sinister look in his eyes. "Let me show you what consequences really mean." With that, he grabbed Vanessa, his wet tongue sloppily licking her face, his hand groping her perky breasts.
"You bastard, let go of me!" Vanessa panicked, shocked that Quentin would force himself on her. She struggled, but being a woman, she couldn't match Quentin's strength. Soon, he pulled down her panties, revealing her round and perky buttocks, glaringly white.
"You slut, feeling a little horny, huh? Let me give you a good poke," Quentin couldn't resist the sight of Vanessa's alluring rear. Despite her vigorous squirming, he struggled to aim for her entrance, having to control her body. They were at a stalemate.
Kevin, on the side, watched with a smirk. These two weren't good people anyway, so let them fight it out. But Audrey, frowning, urged, "Kevin, go help. Save Mr. Jones."
Although Audrey and Vanessa had their conflicts, their relationship had softened since they attended training together in the city. Audrey didn't want to stand by and watch Vanessa get assaulted by Quentin.
Kevin, surprised by Audrey's request, grabbed a big stick and quietly approached Quentin. Without hesitation, he struck Quentin's head from behind, knocking him out cold with just the right force, ensuring no life-threatening harm.
As Quentin was about to force himself on Vanessa, all he heard was a swoosh behind him, followed by intense pain. He cursed inwardly, realizing he had been ambushed, before blacking out.
"Kevin, it's you," Vanessa hurriedly put on her panties, surprised to see Kevin standing there. Audrey also approached Vanessa, asking, "Vanessa, what are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do?" Vanessa looked at Quentin lying on the ground like a dead pig, anger flashing in her eyes. She felt conflicted; reporting to the police would only escalate things, risking exposure of her and Quentin's dirty laundry. But letting Quentin off the hook didn't sit right with her. She had been coerced into a relationship with him after being drugged before, and now almost assaulted. She needed to teach him a lesson.
"Mr. Jones, I have an idea," Kevin grinned mischievously. "Let's move him to the women's restroom and let him sleep there for the night."
"That's a good plan," Vanessa's eyes lit up, agreeing. Audrey, though feeling uneasy, didn't object. She despised Quentin and knew that without a severe lesson, she might be his next victim.
The three of them carried Quentin to the ground floor's women's restroom. Exhausted, Audrey and Vanessa wiped their sweat, while Kevin dragged Quentin's legs into a stall, his head resting on the toilet seat.
Seeing Quentin motionless, Kevin's hatred for him deepened. He took out his manhood and urinated on Quentin's head. Vanessa entered, chuckled, and clapped, "Kevin, well done." She then took off her panties, handed them to Kevin to put on Quentin's head, and snapped a few photos with her phone. Turning to Kevin, she said, "Kevin, thanks to you tonight, I almost got bullied by this jerk."
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