Locking Love Curse

Chapter5

Tyler finally worked his p***s to maximum hardness, staring intently at the familiar passage in his book, imagining naked women being violated and humiliated, stimulating his heightened senses.

This was the last time—he had to succeed.

Not only because of the sting from his previous failure, but because of the desire burning in his heart.

After the class divisions in his junior year, the liberal arts program revealed its greatest advantage. Out of nearly eighty students in the class, fewer than twenty were boys, and almost all the most beautiful girls in the entire grade were concentrated in the two liberal arts classes.

He was in Class Three. So was Meng Xiaohan.

Meng Xiaohan was a girl Tyler had developed feelings for within a week of entering the new class.

Every time he saw her, it felt like tiny sprites were holding hands and dancing in circles on the tip of his heart, making him unconsciously break into a foolish grin.

Among the girls who could make science class boys drool, Meng Xiaohan wasn't actually the most popular class beauty. That symbolically significant title had been locked in a tug-of-war between Tara Fang and Belle Yu.

Tara Fang was the kind of class beauty even the girls liked—enthusiastic and cheerful, playful and lively, with average grades and a rather long ponytail. When she smiled, she revealed perfectly straight, snow-white teeth, and her eyes curved into adorable crescents. She was also bold; right after class divisions, she had declared her intention to pursue a tall, handsome boy from the neighboring class. However, he had a girlfriend from another school and had already rejected her countless times in various ways.

Belle Yu appeared much more reserved. Her large eyes usually just stared silently at the textbooks on her desk—or rather, at the shoujo manga hidden within them. She was very fair, with excellent skin and figure. What she lacked compared to Tara Fang's facial features, she more than made up for with her proportioned, straight legs. She was the only girl in class who insisted on wearing the school uniform skirt even on summer days without PE class, and despite several warnings from teachers, she continued wearing flip-flops with evenly applied pale pink nail polish.

Due to seating arrangements, Tyler and Belle Yu became desk partners for one week every three weeks. After summer arrived, every time he dropped his pen—or deliberately dropped it—he would stare at those delicate, adorable feet beside him for a long while before reluctantly getting up.

Belle Yu had become his second real-life s****l fantasy object.

Beneath her light blue school uniform skirt, her gracefully curved long legs crossed under the desk, with her small suspended foot occasionally swaying gently, her big toe hooked in her flip-flop, creating an alluring upward arch at her toes.

He would begin his fantasies from that image—imagining the skirt being lifted, raised inch by inch to her waist, imagining the forbidden triangular area revealed, wondering what kind of underwear wrapped around that enchanting girlish garden, imagining peeling away that covering, imagining kissing it, imagining his swollen member penetrating, imagining his hand was actually that soft, moist spring, and finally ejaculating into prepared tissues within his fantasy.

Before Belle Yu, the first person to give Tyler the urge to masturbate through imagination was the newly transferred student biology teacher in Class Three, Li Jie.

She was a young female teacher so youthful that boys from other classes had mistaken her for a transfer student when trying to chat her up. She liked wearing tight jeans and loose-fitting tops.

Once, sitting in the front row, Tyler looked up to copy notes just as Li Jie was standing on tiptoe, struggling to write on the highest part of the blackboard. Her jeans that day were a new style but didn't fit well, and when her top rode up, the low waistband couldn't conceal the exposed section.

So he saw a stretch of slender, smooth, bare waist extending into her shirt, and a hint of underwear edge peeking over her jeans waistband.

Black, seemingly lace-trimmed.

That night, he fantasized about the round, perky buttocks wrapped in black lace underwear, imagining the crisp-speaking Li Jie moaning and crying out in climax after climax under his touch, and couldn't help m**********g twice.

Meng Xiaohan had never become his s****l fantasy object. But he knew he liked her—liked her terribly.

He loved her gentle, soft-spoken manner, the way she tucked hair behind her ears in sunlight, her seemingly glowing eyes behind glasses when she listened attentively, her occasional mischievous smile, and her expression of covering her mouth and laughing continuously after his teasing banter without getting angry.

On the 284th day of the Love-Lock Curse, he wrote a love letter confessing to Meng Xiaohan. He decided that if she agreed, he would abandon what he was doing and rely on his own genuine efforts to lead this long-awaited romance toward a warm, bright ending.

Meng Xiaohan didn't reject him outright. Instead, she wrote what could be considered a response on the back of the letter paper in her delicate handwriting.

Simply summarized, it said that since everyone was still students, they should focus on studies, and such matters should be discussed later.

She had the right to respond that way. She maintained good relationships with every boy in class but wasn't particularly close to any of them, let alone involved in early romance.

She was the obedient only daughter of a scholarly family—this was the most predictable answer imaginable.

So tonight was his crucial 360th time.

"Mmm... ahh—" The climax finally came. He pressed his lips tight, panting as he grabbed the talisman paper to catch the semen spurting from his tip.

Having never been stored up, the semen wasn't particularly thick—like mucus, smearing across the pattern he had drawn by hand.

Those red lines glowed briefly, brighter than the fifty-nine previous times he had witnessed, much brighter.

Overjoyed, he completed the final steps: drying it over flame, burning it to powder, mixing with water, and drinking it down.

A strange sensation flowed through his entire body. Excitedly, he put everything away and lay down early in bed.

For the hours until he fell asleep, he kept tossing and turning, thinking about how he would complete the final step—getting Meng Xiaohan to consume his semen.