Chapter 89: [89] Fan - The Creeper

It was Fan.

The same creepy bastard who had been obsessing over Anna’s body for months. He had proposed to her again and again, only to be rejected brutally every single time. Yet he never stopped. He hovered near their group whenever they talked, deliberately walking past just so he could stop and force a conversation. All day long his eyes stayed glued to Anna — openly licking his lips, undressing her in his mind, imagining her tits bare, her legs spread, her cunt dripping while he did every filthy thing he wanted to her.

What had disgusted Anna the most was the day she caught him secretly inhaling the wooden bench she always sat on at campus.

One evening after classes she realized she had left a book behind. When she returned to the empty classroom, she found Fan bent over the exact spot where her ass usually rested. His nose was pressed hard against the wood, eyes half-lidded as he took long, deep, perverted sniffs of the lingering scent of her body heat and the faint musk of her pussy that had soaked through her panties into the seat. The sight made her feel like her ass and cunt had been violated without even being touched. Her stomach turned.

That wasn’t the end of it.

Anna had a small habit of chewing gum and sticking the used, soft piece under the bench. She always assumed the cleaning staff would remove it the next day. She was wrong. She once watched from a distance as Fan carefully peeled her discarded, saliva-sticky gum off the wood. He brought it to his nose, inhaled it with a trembling, foolish smile like it was the most precious thing in the world, then sealed it inside a small white plastic bag with shaking hands.

Just imagining what he planned to do later — probably wrapping it around his cock while he jerked off to the thought of her mouth — made her stomach churn with pure disgust. She ran away and told her friends immediately.

The next day the three of them confronted him and made a loud scene, but it changed nothing. Anna became so paranoid she stopped chewing gum altogether. She felt like even if she threw it in a trash can, that creep would somehow dig it out and keep it as a trophy.

And now seeing him standing beside the biggest bitch in their class made all three girls frown from the bottom of their hearts. It also explained how Mina had known they were here. Fan must have followed them again like a dog in heat, or simply eavesdropped on their conversation the way he always did.

"Hello, Anna!" Fan said with a wide, greasy smile as he stepped in front of them, eyes already dragging over her body.

"If my girlfriend likes this piece, then as her boyfriend it’s my duty to make sure she gets it!"

Lara raised an eyebrow, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Your girlfriend? Her?" Her eyes flicked between Fan and the pink-haired girl. "I thought you liked our Anna?"

Fan’s smile didn’t fade, though it still looked filthy and wrong even when he wasn’t doing anything overtly disgusting.

"Liked," he corrected. "I used to like her, but not anymore. I realized that forcing someone to love me back isn’t the right way. And now..." He turned to look at Mina with what he probably thought was a fond expression, though it still carried the same hungry, undressing stare.

"I’ve found my true love."

All three girls winced in pure disgust at the affectionate look he gave Mina and the equally shameless way she returned it, pushing her chest out a little.

Lara almost laughed internally.

Love? In her?

Who was Mina?

The certified campus slut.

She was famous for having countless lovers — young, old, rich, poor, didn’t matter as long as the cock was big enough or the wallet was full. The first big rumor about her involved the entire football team. Word was she had been gang-banged in the locker room after practice — every single player taking turns stuffing their thick cocks into her cunt, her asshole, and her throat until she was overflowing from every hole, cum running down her thighs and dripping off her chin while she moaned for more. That was only the beginning. More rumors followed: Mina would "date" anyone with a big dick and money. The dates weren’t real dates. They were pure, paid-for fucking. The length of time a guy could own her pussy depended entirely on how much cash he handed over. Ten minutes of raw pounding for a little money. A full night of being called "Boyfriend," getting her holes stretched and filled, for enough cash. Last year’s championship basketball team had even used her as their celebration trophy — a full night of continuous gang-banging that left her twitching on the floor, body glazed in thick white cum from head to toe, every hole gaping and leaking, while money appeared in her account.

Every new cock supposedly made her smile wider. She sucked like a professional whore and rode like she was born to be a cumdump.

Anna had heard enough.

"Okay. You love her. I don’t care. Just take her away so she stops bothering us," she huffed, crossing her arms under her chest.

Fan’s dirty eyes immediately dragged over Anna’s body again — lingering openly on the soft swell of her cleavage, the strip of toned stomach, the smooth flesh of her thighs under the short skirt. His mouth watered as if he could already taste her. Only Mina’s sharp voice snapped him out of the fantasy.

"Why should I go away?" Mina mocked, nose high, one hand on her hip as she deliberately arched her back to make her full tits strain against the tiny pink dress. "Is this your father’s store?"

Fan instantly jumped to support her, stepping closer.

"Yes! Why should I take my girlfriend away? You should take your friend away!"

Anna’s frustration was written all over her face. But to Fan, that frustration looked like jealousy. His heart raced with perverted excitement. He wanted to push further, to make her even more jealous of the fact that he was no longer chasing her.

"Get lost, Mina! Don’t try to snatch my things!" Kira barked, grabbing the clothing piece tighter, her own irritation clear.

That was when Fan’s mouth ran ahead of his brain. Remembering something about Kira’s family situation, he blurted it out without thinking of the consequences, voice loud and mocking.

"Give it up, Kira! Can you even afford it? From what I know, you’re fatherless. Your mother has to work herself to the bone just so you don’t end up on the streets. So stop pretending to be some little rich kid here!"

The cruel words hung in the air like a slap.

Everyone — Anna, Lara, the nearby staff, even Mina — turned to stare at him in disbelief.

Kira’s face burned with instant, deep shame. Her entire frame started trembling. Her eyes dropped to the floor, unable to meet anyone’s gaze, the public humiliation cutting straight through her.

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