My own war game

Chapter 67 The Ceiling of Social Death
After taking a shower, Robertson lay on the mat and felt his blood gathering downwards.

When was the last time I was so excited? Oh, yes, it seemed to be the day three years ago when I tricked that balance beam trainee into my bedroom. But even then it wasn’t as smooth as today.

There were footsteps behind him and a black blindfold was put on his head.

"A little fun to relax your mind." The girl whispered in his ear, and then he felt a wet feeling on his skin.

"What a XX, actually bringing lubricant to school," Robertson thought to himself, and then felt that this time it was too easy and there was no sense of challenge or satisfaction.

A special scent that was different from other lubricants entered Robertson's nose, and he couldn't help but take a sniff. "What kind of scent is this? It smells really special."

"A little secret, I'll tell you after this is over." The person in my ear said seductively.

When Robertson was covered with lubricant, he heard the voice again, "I'm going to change my clothes and I'll be back soon."

Robertson on the mat nodded slightly, urging, "Hurry up."

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." Laura quietly slipped out, then ran to the edge of the corridor, opened a window and asked, "Did you get it?"

"Here it comes!" Rachel, who had left earlier, was waiting there early. She excitedly handed in a living creature through the window - a half-adult Shar-Pei dog.

"Be good, come here. I'll give you something delicious to eat." Lola smiled evilly and led the dog in by the leash.

"It's started," the girl's voice sounded in my ear, followed by a comfortable touch from my back.

Smooth and bouncy, it goes up, curls up, and then goes down again.

Robertson almost moaned in comfort.

This is too good!
The gentleness behind him began to turn his attention to the bottom. Robertson felt the lubricant being scraped clean bit by bit, and then...

There was a strong suction force and a slightly strange sound.

Quack, quack~~quack, quack~~quack, quack~~
Uh, that seems a bit too intense.

"Baby, slow down, slow down, it's too fast."

The "person" behind didn't react at all, but instead sped up.

Guji guji~~ Guji guji~~ Guji guji~~~Batta~~
"Please go slower, I feel a little uncomfortable." Robertson felt a little pain from being scratched by the teeth, so he reached out to pull the other person.

Hmm?! This feels a little wrong...

Something unexpected happened. Instead of feeling any delicate skin, he felt something strange, like some kind of fur.

Sensing something was wrong, Robertson pulled off his blindfold and looked back.

He saw the most horrifying scene of his life - a Shar Pei dog was licking his body with big mouthfuls, constantly using its tongue to roll the remaining fat on his skin into its stomach. The dog was eating so seriously that it would smack its lips from time to time.

He knew why he felt pain just now...

Aaaaaaaaahh ...

The extremely terrified sound penetrated the gymnasium and startled the birds in the forest to fly away!

It was class time, and security personnel, teachers, and nearby students all rushed over. People opened the door in panic and saw a scene that would raise their blood pressure. The gymnastics coach named Robertson was lying naked on the mat, and a Shar Pei dog on his body was tasting the food with great interest...

If social death has levels, Robertson should be at the Super Bowl champion level this time.

The room was in a mess, and outside the window, Lola, who had changed her clothes, was holding a bottle of peanut butter and laughing so hard that she couldn't breathe.

He Chi, who was in the corner with 3D vision on, felt a chill all over his body. Although Lola was helping others, she was too cruel to him. So it was a lucky thing that he chose to attack her directly when she was hostile to him at the beginning.

He Chi did not participate in what happened afterwards. He only heard that the coach who was willing to harass female students left the school on his own and disappeared, never to appear in the public eye again.

And Lola seemed to have made a friend because of this.

The doorbell rang, He Chi went over to open the door, and found an Asian girl with a small backpack standing outside the door a little awkwardly.

"Excuse me, is this Lola's home?" Rachel asked at the door.

"Your name is Rachel. I've seen you before. You are her classmate, right? Please come in first." He Chi let the other person into the house.

The girl bowed slightly and walked into the house. After a while, several people sat around the sofa, and He Chi served snacks to the girls.

Rachel took out a thousand yuan and put it in front of Laura. "This is what I saved from my recent after-school job. I know it's not enough, but..."

Plop. Before the girl could finish her words, Lola threw the money back to her.

"Forget it, I'm not helping you on purpose. I just have an idea that I've always wanted to try, and you just happened to catch up. It has nothing to do with you." Lola said.

This incident was actually quite a big deal, and it was impossible for Lola, the main participant in the process, not to be known. Although Robertson did not dare to retaliate openly after his dark history was dug up, in the eyes of some senior people, Lola's incident was really too out of the ordinary, and some people even considered firing her directly.

Lisa has been worrying about this matter recently, and He Chi has been considering whether to use the booklet left by Constantine.

Holding the money thrown back to her, Rachel looked confused and at a loss.

Her coach has been replaced. Perhaps because he heard the story of his predecessor, this coach is very rule-abiding and doesn't even dare to close the door during training. Lola's behavior this time can be said to have saved her career, but she can't do anything for him.

"Wait!" Laura suddenly remembered something. "Rachel, I remember your grades are very good, especially your history grades are always A+, right?"

"Yeah, that's right." The Asian girl nodded slightly, with a little pride on her face.

"Then you can teach me world history. This guy who studies world history is really terrible at tutoring me." After saying that, Lola kicked He Chi with her toes.

In this way, Rachel became a frequent visitor to the villa, often coming to help Lola with her history homework.

In a few days, the quiet Rachel became familiar with everyone in the villa, and was sometimes even invited by Lola to stay overnight. But for some reason Napoleon didn't seem to like her very much.

At night, a figure appeared in the living room, groping for something cautiously.

Click! The sound of a pistol being loaded.

"Don't move, please turn around slowly, Miss Rachel!" He Chi pointed the gun at the girl's back and motioned her to turn around.

"Or would it be more appropriate for me to call you 'disciple'?"

(End of this chapter)