After Stripping Him Bare

At the welcome party, I accidentally pulled off the freshman's shirt. Since then, every night in my dreams, I see the freshman and his eight-pack abs. Afterwards, the freshman became the school tough guy feared by everyone, and he even brought his followers to settle the score with me. I thought he was here to settle the score for pulling off his shirt. But unexpectedly, he leaned close to my ear and said with a smile, "Senior, do you really like my washboard abs that much?" The school held a welcome party, and I was responsible for maintaining order and running errands. After the warm-up dance ended smoothly, the freshmen were all excited. Next came the self-introduction segment. A tall and skinny boy was pushed onto the stage, and the girls below screamed loudly. I instinctively covered my ears. Is it really that big of a deal? If you didn't know, you'd think some celebrity had come to our school. I got curious, stretched my neck as far as I could, but could only see a back in a black T-shirt. His shoulders were broad, his tousled hair glistened under the spotlight, and one hand was coolly tucked into his pocket. Even though I couldn't see his face, the back view seemed pretty good. So I glanced around to make sure no one noticed me slacking off, and quietly moved towards the stage. Unknowingly, I got closer to the stage speakers, completely unaware in my eagerness to see the handsome guy. So when a deep, lazy voice came through the speakers, I got goosebumps all over. "Hello everyone, my name is Jack." The screams from the crowd grew even louder, and someone started to egg him on. "Your voice is so nice, sing us a song." "Sing! Sing!" "Give us one, give us one..." The host joined in as well. "Alright then, is there a guitar?" As soon as Jack said that, my walkie-talkie went off. "Charlotte, go deliver the guitar." Hey, what a coincidence, just the chance to see how handsome the freshman is. I eagerly carried the guitar onto the stage. Unfortunately, before I could hand the guitar to Jack, I fell to the ground with it. Rip! There was the sound of fabric tearing. The crowd went silent for a moment, then erupted into excited and frenzied screams. When I looked up, I saw eight well-defined abs gleaming enticingly under the spotlight. Above them was the freshman's gaze that could kill. I gulped. He is quite handsome, huh. Backstage, everyone else tactfully left, leaving just me and Jack. Jack irritably tore off the rag that could no longer be called clothing and tossed it into the trash. I cautiously approached and handed him a white T-shirt. "Freshman, I'm really sorry, please wear this." Thankfully, someone on the staff had extra clothes to lend me in a pinch. Jack glanced at me, took it with a stern face. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of something to say to lighten the mood. "Freshman, actually... it's not all bad." "At least you've got the priority in choosing a partner for your four years of college now." Jack paused, slowly approached me. Finally, he cornered me against the wall. Uh... let's talk this out, put on some clothes first, this senior can't handle such excitement at my age. "Senior, do I look like someone who can't find a partner?" Jack deliberately lowered his voice, making his already deep voice even more seductive. I felt a surge of masculine energy envelop me. Yet Jack didn't wait for my answer, and questioned again with a puzzled "Hmm?" The lingering note was enchanting, making my heart race. I stammered, "N-no, you don't." "Oh my, I want to confess to Jack, those abs are so alluring, I'm really in love." "Jack, I want to have your babies, see you in bed tonight!" "Shoutout to the senior who stripped Jack today, thanks for the present, you're my idol!" "Hey, big bro, promise me you'll never wear clothes again, okay?" "Next time, can the staff take the pants off too?" ...... I scrolled down, and it was all photos of Jack with his bare upper body, taken from various angles. Of course, in every photo, you could see me awkwardly sprawled on the ground. The comments were getting more and more outrageous. Do these netizens even wear pants when they're online? I threw my phone aside and flopped onto the bed, questioning my life choices. Today's embarrassment could rival a year's worth of shame. Thinking back to the scene backstage when Jack cornered me. Who would have thought that a seasoned senior like me would be so easily flustered by a fresh-faced freshman? Just thinking about Jack's shocked expression when he saw me on the ground made me want to pack up and leave the planet overnight. It was mortifying! I buried my head in the covers and wailed. "What are you screaming about?" My mom appeared out of nowhere, snapping at me fiercely. "Mom, I don't want to live anymore." "If you're going to die, do it somewhere else, so you don't bother me." Oh my, you're my real mom! "The new neighbors moved in next door, get up and bring them some fruit." I pulled the covers off, staring at the ceiling in despair. "I'm not going, I can't face anyone anymore." "What's wrong with you..." My mom grumbled as she walked away. I rolled over like a zombie. Sleep, there's nothing a good nap can't fix, and if there is, then two naps! The next day, I looked at the dark circles under my eyes in the mirror, feeling like crying. All night long, I was staring down Jack in my dreams, and whenever my eyes drifted down, his sexy eight-pack abs would jump into view. Help, why am I dreaming about him, and... he's not even wearing clothes. Soon I realized things weren't that simple. Ever since then, every night I would dream of Jack... and his eight-pack abs. My best friend elbowed me while the teacher wasn't looking. "Hey, did you hear?" With two dark circles under my eyes, I weakly turned my head and asked, "What?" My best friend was startled by my appearance. "Wow, Charlotte, what happened? Your dark circles are intense!" I clutched my head like I was losing my mind. "Really? Really?" My best friend nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, like your brain stem's been sucked dry." That's why she's my best friend, always spot on. "But let's not talk about that, do you remember that bully from our year?" I propped my head up with my hand, weakly saying, "Yeah, didn't your boyfriend fight him once?" Of course, the bully won, and my friend's boyfriend cried in her arms for a long time. But he's a bully, we couldn't beat him, so we had to swallow our pride. My friend suddenly got excited. "Yeah, that's him." "He got beaten up a few days ago, really badly, and hasn't been to school for days. Guess who did it?" How would I know? "It was Jack, the freshman you stripped at the welcome party. I think the title of school bully might be up for grabs." Why is it him again? "What's the big deal, a bully is a bully, why are you so excited?" My friend pouted, "I never liked the previous one, always picking fights for no reason, ugly and mean." "But Jack is different, a handsome school bully is rare, plus his family is rich, even our principal is his relative. And I heard he hasn't had a girlfriend since school started." What's it got to do with me? I just hope I don't dream about him again tonight. I haven't had a good night's sleep in days, and if this continues, I'm really going to be wiped out. I deliberately teased my best friend, pretending to have a sudden realization. "Oh~ so you want to two-time, huh! Watch me tell your boyfriend." My best friend slapped me in frustration. "I was asking if after you pulled off his clothes at the start of the semester, did any sparks fly between you two?" "Not yet." A lazy voice suddenly came from the seat behind us, startling both me and my friend. In the back row, a boy in a black T-shirt was leaning his head on his hand, calmly watching our shocked faces. Jack?! "Why is it you?" Thinking about my conversation with my friend. I was so embarrassed I felt like I could dig a hole to hide in, like a Barbie Dreamhouse. Who knows how much of our conversation he overheard. "What are you doing here?" Jack smirked mischievously. "Naturally, I'm here to see you, senior." I was taken aback, feeling flattered. "What do you want with me?" Is he here to settle the score for me pulling off his clothes at the welcome party? He glanced at my friend, whose eyes were darting between us. "Hmm... to create sparks." "......" I don't believe you. Jack leaned back lazily, staring at me as he spoke. "After school, don't miss our meeting at the school gate." I suddenly had a bad feeling. "Can I... not go?" Jack answered me with just a look. Uh... I didn't say anything. You have to face the consequences. I was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, and I couldn't focus on the remaining two classes, so I planned to take leave and sneak out the back gate of the school. But Jack had already anticipated this. I was caught by his little follower. A few minutes later, Jack arrived. "I have just one request: don't hit my face." Jack looked puzzled. "Senior, who said I was going to hit you?" I was about to cry, asking him with a tearful face. "Then what do you want?" Jack stepped closer, and I had nowhere to retreat with my back against the wall. In the end, I couldn't escape. I quickly covered my face, hoping to preserve my last bit of dignity. But Jack's next words left me completely stunned. "Senior, do you really have a thing for my washboard abs?" A warm breath tickled my ear, making it tingle. What on earth is going on? I stared at Jack, dumbfounded. "It's the weekend tomorrow, senior. Will you join me at the water park?" Although he was asking for my opinion, his tone didn't leave room for negotiation. "I..." "Hmm?" Jack gave me a casual glance, as if daring me to say no. "...Okay." Jack nodded in satisfaction and leaned in closer. I instinctively backed away, but Jack grabbed the back of my neck. "Tomorrow, I'll give you a chance to feel my abs, senior. Make sure you seize it." I wondered if Jack might have a bit of a cat-like quirk. After I pulled off his clothes, he didn't settle the score with me, but instead asked me to go to the water park and even offered to let me touch his abs?! I couldn't tell if I was the crazy one or if he was. Anyway, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to figure out what was going on. Eventually, I fell asleep. As expected, I dreamed of Jack again. Following the motto of 'never miss a good opportunity,' I went straight for Jack's abs. After all, it's just a dream, so why not? Dream Jack was quite sly; no matter how long I dreamed, I never managed to succeed. After chasing him for ages, I still couldn't catch up and ended up sitting on the ground, panting heavily. Who knew that even dreaming could be this tiring? "I'm just wasting my time. I'll be able to touch the real thing tomorrow, so why am I bothering with you in this dream?" 'Jack' walked over and squatted in front of me. "Senior, do you really like my washboard abs that much?" It's really strange. Jack kept asking this question during the day, and now I can't escape it even in my dreams. Since it's just a dream and Jack wouldn't know, I decided to just go for it. "Yes, I'm a huge fan, I'm a big fan. I'm warning you, stay away from me. I'm not just after your abs, you know." 'Jack' didn't expect me to be so direct, and he blushed from his ears down to his neck, even his body had a faint pink hue, making his eight-pack abs even more tempting. Seeing this made me itch to act, and I quietly started plotting in my mind. While 'Jack' was still blushing and distracted, I took my chance and tackled him to the ground.