Chapter 12: 12. 24 Hours To Live

“Hey! Stay where you are!”

Someone shouted towards me from behind the iron gates. After a hard walk lasting about 3 hours, I succeeded. I arrived at Chroma college.

“Who are you and what do you want?” the guard insisted.

“Heh, you left your trash at the way station. I came to return it,” I messed with the guard.

“What rubbish are you talking about? Get out, this is private property!”

“I know. I am also a member of this private property, after all. Take a good look at my face. Don’t you recognize me?”

The old man looked carefully into my face. He’s been working here since I started this school. I had seen him many times. It was impossible for him not to remember me.

“Oh, I remember you now,” the old man exclaimed. And then he looked at me suspiciously. “But what are you doing outside? All the students should be at school.”

“Ask that about that asshole Hudson. Sons of bitches left me to die,” I said, moving towards the door, “so are you going to open the door or should I jump over it?”

After the arduous walk, it was impossible for me to even run, let alone jump with this leg. I needed to get inside and rest as soon as possible, and if she was still alive, I could show nurse Sierra my leg.

“Wait, wait, I’m opening the door, foolish lad,” the man laughed and approached the door.

As I entered through the opened door, someone called out from behind the guard.

“Hey, Jim, what the fuck are you doing? Didn’t I tell you that door won’t open without my permission?”

This disgusting man, with his dirty beard, bald and stunted appearance, painted the image of a completely lifeless, middle-aged man, was Hudson. That was the bastard who drove the bus that dropped me off at the station. I had his hideous face etched on my memory.

Hudson, grimacing at the sight of me, turned angrily to the old guard and scolded the poor man. “Hey, did you ask me to let this bastard in, huh?”

“Hey, fatso!”

“Huh? Did you call me fat?” He turned to me angrily.

“I’ve been walking nonstop for about 3 hours and I’m quite annoyed, so shut the fuck up and let me pass.”

Frowning at my insults, Hudson studied me up and down, then said contemptuously, “You can’t go in. The headmistress’s orders.”

“Get out of my way before I fuck your headmistress and you separately.” I moved forward.

“Hey!” Calling me behind, Hudson put his hand on my shoulder, “If I told you can’t get in, you can’t-”

Before he could finish his words, I caught his hand and slammed this 100-pound land animal over my shoulder to the ground.

Hudson slammed into the ground with a heavy blow, his eyes wide, gasping for breath. He was writhing on the ground in pain.

I crouched down beside him slowly. I slapped his bald head a few times and brought my face close to his. “Be a good boy. Stay there. If you stand up, I’ll fuck you up.”

He was staring at me with his mouth open in shock. He didn’t even move out of fear.

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“Hudson! Are you okay?”

As I turned towards the voice echoing behind me, a beautiful middle-aged woman was hurrying towards us. This charming woman who came to us in a kitchen apron and dish gloves in her hand was Hudson’s wife, June.

I still don’t understand how this bear married such a sexy woman.

Her brown hair, gathered on top of her head, revealing her delicate nape. The one-piece yellow dress she was wearing wrapped her entire body, and the plump body of hers was visible all over the tight dress. The fullness brought by her age gathered especially in the chest and hip area.

With the mole near her lip, she was the embodiment of the concept of the milf.

Ding*

 

[Character Display]

Name: June Brown

Age: 40

Trait: Maternal

Preference: Young men (Have a soft spot for young men)

Fetish: Smell (Especially has a weakness for the smell of sweat)

Like: 50 (Neutral)

 

Ding*

 

[Mission: Get revenge on Hudson by conquering June Brown!]

[Remaining time: 24 hours]

[Penalty for Failure: Loss of Title]

 

24 hours? This time was too short to achieve anything. There was no way I could get this woman to bed in 24 hours. I couldn’t lose the status of Apostle of Amora.

Anxiously, I took one last look at June’s body. This time, there was panic in my eyes rather than lust. I had to get this woman to bed within 24 hours.

Otherwise, I would die!

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