Chapter 72 Basketball Game
◎Xu Ya◎
Basketball game
I woke up again before seven o'clock, staring blankly at what was in front of me.
It's still the apartment I know and love.
Light beige walls, lush and beautiful green plants, a small dressing table, and a laptop that's still open because I was being lazy...
I nervously gripped the blanket, and finally closed my eyes in resignation.
The dream was terrifyingly real; I could even describe the details of that room.
A thick cashmere carpet was laid on the floor, allowing "me" to kneel and sit more comfortably on it to read or sleep.
She was wearing a soft nightgown with two thin straps that clung tightly to her shoulders. The fabric was silky and delicate. Although I couldn't see it clearly, I knew that the lingerie underneath was a matching set with the nightgown—light pink, lace, and tied.
The bedroom is decorated luxuriously and dreamily. Near the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a beautiful terrace where "I" can relax at any time. The room is filled with light pink roses, their colors clean and delicate.
If "I" weren't kneeling on the carpet, directly facing that purplish-black thing, the scene would be even more terrifying...
This will be a nice dream.
Aside from a slightly sore mouth, my cheek felt a little itchy from being hit.
The soft carpet prevented my knees from feeling any soreness, and I could see his lean waist with its firm, powerful muscles rising and falling gently.
He liked to punish the woman who betrayed him by eating her or hitting her.
However, if you eat the wrong thing, the things you use to hit someone will also be wrong.
Jiang Zhao's abilities are beyond doubt.
The terrifying monsters lurking in the Black Forest seem capable of taking half a person's life.
That hideous monster would always inject its prey hard, while its master would forcefully pry open the prey's legs, watching her swallow all the nutrient solution, then slowly pick her up and stroke her wet, beautiful pink nipples until the prey completely begged for mercy before finally stopping.
This dream was far more erotic, terrifying, and real than the most explicit movies I've ever seen.
Most importantly, the Jiang Zhao in the dream and the real Jiang Zhao seem to be completely different people.
In the dream, he was cruel, cold, and aloof. He was an arrogant man who couldn't tolerate even a speck of dust in his eyes, yet he both hated and loved his cheating wife.
In reality, however, he told me expressionlessly that he could accept open marriage.
This extreme contrast made me even more certain that this was a dream.
But the taste of the nutrient solution in my mouth in the dream felt so real.
It made me run to the bathroom and vomit for a long time.
After a while, I got up and poured myself a glass of warm water, but my calves were still trembling.
I bit my lip, picked up my phone, and tried to find others who had had similar dreams. I hoped to find the source of this dream.
Some say that dreams are a true reflection of reality and fantasy.
I dream about what I'm thinking.
Perhaps it's because I've been encountering these high-ranking people at the top of the social hierarchy one after another lately, and since I can't resist them in reality, I create a completely opposite image in my dreams.
for example.
Xie Yong was a prodigy who could easily make women fantasize.
His composure and confidence made him the object of my infidelity in my dreams.
There was no official status, and no de facto marriage.
This is in stark contrast to the arrogant image of the king he usually projects.
As for Jiang Zhao, he is handsome and aloof, with an arrogant and stubborn personality.
In reality, he kept saying that he accepted open marriage, but in my dreams, he became my husband.
Whenever I make a mistake, I am severely punished.
What I like is a gentle, polite, and tactful gentleman.
But one dream after another made my face burn in the middle of the night. I blinked a couple of times and couldn't help but doubt my true sexual desires.
On the other end of the phone, chatting with me late into the night, was an exceptionally gentle and patient girl I met on a social networking site.
Far from being frightened by this shameful dream, she simply told me that it's normal for girls to have such dreams.
As long as you protect yourself in real life, you can take complete control and dominate men you're interested in, and still have a perfect romantic experience.
I lowered my eyes; the girl's words of agreement always gave me a sense of reassurance.
"Go to sleep," she said to me. Even though the words were cold and impersonal, they seemed to carry a touch of tenderness.
I lay on the bed with my phone in my hand and asked her, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
She said, "I'm still in Switzerland, which is several hours ahead of your time zone."
A few seconds later.
"May I see you?" she suddenly asked.
I blinked, not thinking too much about it, and started a video call.
Suddenly, a beautiful and clear-eyed woman appeared at the window.
Her hair was smooth and jet black, her skin was translucent and snow-white, her facial features were soft and beautiful, and her slender neck and white ears were adorned with Bulgari's classic designs. She was probably running at the moment, with a slight sweat on her body, but she was still exquisite and beautiful.
This kind of relaxed and elegant demeanor cannot be cultivated overnight.
She is so beautiful because of the expensive skincare she receives and her extremely privileged family background.
"You are just as beautiful as I imagined," the girl praised me on the other end of the video call.
Her arms and the faintly visible abdominal muscles both had a thin layer of muscle.
I suddenly felt a little inferior. "No, you're prettier."
“It’s different,” the girl smiled. “Little…you look very thin, but you have everything you need—breasts, hips, and legs are just right. You look very soft and comfortable to hug. I like it.”
My face flushed; nothing makes me happier than a girl praising me like that.
"By the way, you know what? Actually, there's an even happier way..." she whispered to me. As if bewitched, I reached out my hand, just like Jiang Zhao had done to "me" in my dream. The pearl was very soft, but when I touched it, my whole body felt like a faucet.
"You've learned it?" She smiled.
I nodded sheepishly.
But the superiority was like the sea, which made me feel sleepy after it hit me.
"My name is Lin Zhi'en."
"Sleep well... I hope that in your dreams, you can lean on me like this too..."
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In the studio, I was bending over, wringing out paint that was almost dry.
Click.
A very faint sound of a door opening.
A sweet aroma of cookies approached me along with the sound of footsteps.
Tonight is the day before Christmas Eve, and the students at school have already gone home one after another to celebrate. I wasn't surprised at all by the visitor. Sure enough, in front of me, besides black and white cookies, there were two cups of hot cocoa with milk.
"Xiao Fu, why are you sneaking around in the art studio again?" Lu Qixi's voice was light and cheerful. She deliberately bent down to look me up from below: "Hmm, are you wearing makeup?"
I felt a little embarrassed.
When I woke up this morning, I realized that something seemed wrong with me; to put it simply, I was sexually frustrated.
I simply applied a thin layer of foundation and created a clean and clear makeup look.
Her eyelashes were long, her lips were rosy, her eyeliner was slightly elongated, and she had applied a touch of pink blush.
She looks very delicate and innocent.
Instead of casually tying my hair up with a hair clip or hair tie as usual, I chose a pearl headband and changed into a peach-colored knit sweater and pencil skirt.
Of course, I also shared all the dreams I had and the changes that occurred in my body with Lu Qixi in great detail.
She is my best friend, and we can talk about anything.
Lu Qixi is enthusiastic, tall, with striking and beautiful features, and has extensive dating experience.
She even dated the captain of the school's most popular rugby team.
While vacationing in Massachusetts, she even managed to leave a PhD student specializing in astrophysics who couldn't forget her.
She's more experienced than I am in these matters.
Lu Qixi, munching on a cookie, said something almost identical to what the girl named Lin Zhi'en had said last night: "So you want to be in a relationship? Why don't you just go on a date with Mr. Jiang, who's been pursuing you? What do you say?"
“But…” I held the paintbrush, and it would be a lie to say I didn’t hesitate.
Jiang Mingzhuo and I are probably only one step away from each other. We've done almost everything we should and shouldn't have done.
But I always had a strange feeling about him. I couldn't explain why I felt this strange feeling here, but I just felt that something was wrong with me.
Lu Qixi seemed to sense my hesitation.
She approached me with a cookie in her mouth: "By the way, Xiao Fu, do you want to go to Imperial University to watch a ball game?"
"Their school has a competition tonight, and I happen to know their cheerleading captain. After the competition, they plan to go to a club to hang out, maybe they can meet a new handsome guy. If you really dream about a new handsome guy again tonight, then you have to admit that you want to find a boyfriend."
A slight stirring ran through me. I have to admit, Lu Qixi's suggestion was very tempting.
Imperial University, located in the northern part of the city, is one of the eight Ivy League schools in the entire Federation. Compared to my state university, this university has a more prestigious reputation, attracting many children of wealthy families and producing numerous celebrities every year.
Even the tallest building in the Empire State lights up blue specifically for this school.
Lu Qixi and I took the subway to Imperial University.
The school is most famous for its various sculptures and artworks on campus.
Upon entering, one is greeted by a statue of a goddess seated on a throne.
Wearing a laurel wreath and a school robe.
The heavy snow, like a silvery-white veil, covered the elegant, classically styled buildings of the entire campus.
On the sidewalk, a roller blower and a snowplow were running around as if no one was there.
The students I occasionally glimpsed were mostly hurrying to the library to study.
Compared to the somewhat quiet and deserted atmosphere of the campus, the private gymnasium is much more lively.
Imperial University welcomes students with outstanding athletic abilities, boasts a vibrant sports scene, and numerous social clubs. Ice hockey and basketball, in particular, are highly popular and well-regarded due to their strong rankings among all federal universities.
"Where are we going? What do you want to see?" Lu Qixi asked, linking her arm with mine.
I was observing the sculptures on campus, a lifelike lion, when suddenly I didn't realize what was happening. "Huh? What about you?"
"Actually, ice hockey games are very exciting, but you can't see the players' faces. Basketball games are more interesting." Lu Qixi pulled me along, and we entered the stadium together. At that moment, a fierce basketball game was in progress.
We finally found our seats, but the game was still in the second quarter.
Basketballs slammed to the ground, and boys in their uniforms sweated it out on the court, their hormones rising and surging amidst the cheers of the surrounding crowd.
At that moment, a boy wearing a black jersey broke through the opponent's defense.
With a raised hand, he made a clean three-pointer, the ball slamming into the basket.
At that moment, a series of violent screams erupted from all around!
"So handsome!" Lu Qixi couldn't help but exclaim, her reaction was just like that of other girls.
I saw the boy who had just shot the ball wiping the sweat from his chin with his jersey. His short, stubble was damp with sweat. Among a row of basketball boys who were over 185cm tall, he had the best proportions: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs.
As he wiped his sweat, his loose basketball jersey was lifted, revealing his engorged abs, clearly defined from exercise. But his indifferent demeanor didn't seem intentional. He casually tossed his head and glanced at the scoreboard.
From then on, the game seemed to be entirely controlled by him.
The Imperial University students cheered and shouted, encouraging the boy wearing the number 9 jersey on the field, creating a very enthusiastic atmosphere.
At the end of the second quarter, the score gap widened, forcing the opposing team's coach to call a timeout and adjust their strategy.
The timeout ended, and players from both sides entered the field.
It was clear that the opposing team had chosen to surround the boy. He was being defended by two players, holding the ball. His face was already sculpted and cold, with thin eyelids. When he calmed down, he exuded an even stronger aura. He was preparing to dribble past his opponent while silently observing the situation.
Suddenly, he dribbled forward and tossed the ball to his teammate. Before anyone could react, his teammate seemed about to shoot, but their eyes met, he smiled, and the opposing team seized the opportunity to throw the ball back to him, immediately launching a defensive attack.
He dribbled between his legs, the basketball nimbly moving from his left hand to his right, and almost simultaneously, he swiftly turned and broke through the defense.
His shot under the basket was accurate and flawless.
"Wow! So handsome!"
"Xu Ya, you are a god of our Imperial University!"
The students erupted in applause. I looked towards the field, and I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the other side seemed to glance at me.
Although I was sitting in the front, the area was almost entirely filled with students from Imperial University. The boy's gaze was cool and aloof, yet surprisingly bright, which startled me once again.
Does he know me? I nervously clenched my sleeves.
But the boy got back into the game, and the eye contact we had just made seemed like my imagination.
The basketball game gained popularity due to the boy's outstanding performance. I even felt that the stands next to the basketball court were getting more and more crowded. When the game ended, the deafening cheers made my ears tingle slightly.
I joined the crowd and clapped softly, but the noise grew increasingly unbearable. I wanted to go outside for some fresh air, so I turned to look at Lu Qixi.
A tall, handsome man sat next to her. Judging from his baseball uniform, he was a student at Imperial University. The two were chatting enthusiastically, and not wanting to disturb them, I grabbed my jacket and reluctantly left the stadium.
As soon as I stepped out of the stadium, a cold wind mercilessly assaulted my neck.
I quickly put on my coat and slowly tied my scarf.
The ice hockey game at the nearby arena seemed to have ended earlier than this one, and the streets were filled with students excitedly discussing the game.
"Ye Fenglin performed really well today; he still managed to win the game under those circumstances."
"Ha, a star player indeed. Today's game was really exciting, although that kid from the University of Science and Technology played quite well."
I bent down and straightened my scarf. It was already dark outside. The sky had been overcast for the past few days, and I couldn't see the moon. The streetlights on campus provided a little light.
Today, I wore a bracelet to complete the outfit, but when I raised my hand to adjust my scarf, the bracelet slipped off without warning and fell to the ground.
Two unfamiliar male college students were standing in front of me.
One of them was rather muscular with a round face. The moment he saw me, even in the dim light, I could still catch a glimpse of his reddened ears.
Another student, about 1.85 meters tall, with delicate features, a calm and easygoing demeanor, took a few steps forward, bent down to pick up my bracelet, and handed it to me.
“…Oh? Thank you.” I thanked him.
The boy smiled gently. Although his features weren't as striking as the boy on the basketball court, he inexplicably gave people a very comfortable feeling.
It was as gentle as a breeze, softly enveloping me.
He was wearing a long down jacket, and the logo of the university's signature tracksuit was faintly visible under the half-open jacket.
"Let's go," he said to his friend. The round-faced boy then realized what was happening, his gaze lingering on me with reluctance before finally following him away.
As I was leaving, I overheard them talking, "Yu Xu, that girl is so beautiful! I've never seen anyone so pretty before. She was looking at you just now, and it made my heart pound so hard. I was so nervous!"
The boy said, "Haha, it looks really good, but it's kind of silly of you to just stand there like that."
"Hey, Yu Xu, do you have a car? Can you give me a ride home?"
"Alright, I'll take you back first, then we'll go to the club later."
The boy's voice was also very pleasant, extremely gentle.
I turned my head curiously, but the two boys had already disappeared into the darkness, and I suddenly felt a strange sense of loss.
It wasn't until Lu Qixi found me in the crowd and called my name that I remained silent for a moment before softly responding.
"Xiao Fu, what's wrong?" Lu Qixi didn't notice my disappointment in the darkness. She was a little excited. "Let's go. I just chatted with a senior from Imperial University. He's taking us to a private party tonight. Besides the basketball team, there are also handsome guys from the ice hockey team."
I suddenly lost interest, but I didn't want to spoil Lu Qixi's mood.
Under the cover of night, Lu Qixi and I got into the senior's car. She sat in the passenger seat and chatted happily with the senior until we arrived near the Financial Street area, where there were several buildings with private clubs. The senior skillfully drove the car underground, turned around and said to us, "If it weren't for Ye Fenglin's generosity, we might not have been able to come to a place like this."
We entered the elevator from the garage.
The elevator was as spacious as an apartment lobby, furnished with fluffy sofas and gleaming mirrors. In the blink of an eye, the elevator reached the top floor. Stepping out of the elevator, we went straight into the apartment, which was exquisitely decorated in a classical style. Well-dressed staff gently opened the glass door for us.
Inside the club, the walls are decorated with green velvet and gilded metal, creating a luxurious feel.
Young men and women sat in twos and threes in different places, smoking cigarettes and pouring drinks into their glasses.
They were having a great time.
I saw a boy lose at the round horseshoe-shaped sofa. He put his arms around the necks of the girls on his left and right, kissed them one by one, and laughed loudly.
Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding the city, one is greeted by a stunning night view of the Empire State, offering an exceptional vista.
"I rarely come to occasions like this," Lu Qixi said to me in a low voice. "I should have dressed up more."
“…Let’s go home,” I said, though I knew such occasions were all too common for college students who loved parties and socializing.
"Alright, let's play for a while before we leave. We just won't drink later."
Lu Qixi adapted quickly.
She disappeared into the crowd. I turned down several people who tried to talk to me, walked to the bar, sat down, and ordered a non-alcoholic cranberry juice.
"..." As I sipped my juice, someone sat down next to me.
I turned my head and saw that it was the boy on the basketball court.
His off-field attire was stunning: a short black leather jacket, a turtleneck sweater, his eyes half-lowered, and an indifferent expression, exuding a high-class feel. He didn't look like an athlete; his aloof and arrogant demeanor was more like that of a model.
What would you like to drink?
"Just like her." The boy didn't say much, but his answer was concise and to the point.
I was a little surprised and looked away. He leaned forward and got closer and closer to me, his cold and stern features softening considerably.
The same cranberry juice was served to him, and the boy raised his glass.
Out of courtesy, I clinked my glasses with his. He swallowed, glanced at me, then turned and pulled me closer to him, whispering, "She's filming you."
"...Who?" I froze, thinking he was talking about some ill-intentioned man.
He pulled me closer, his long, dark eyes saying, "Over there."
I was in his arms, and under his cover, I secretly raised my eyes. Lu Qixi, who was originally in the crowd, held up her phone to me.
My rapidly beating heart seemed to suddenly stop for a moment.
After she finished taking the photo, I saw her lower her head and type a message, as if she was telling someone something.
My hands and feet instantly turned icy cold, and I felt a strange, unsettling sensation.
[Author's Note]
Sorry, the next chapter is a clichéd and overused drugging plot.
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