Chapter 3
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I lowered my head and remained silent for a long time.
Selena said softly, "I know you're feeling upset. Natasha has a proud personality. The current situation only allows you to stay in the school dormitory. However, you can still come home every weekend."
Selena's voice was full of guilt, but for me, it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
"Mom, so you're just letting me stay in the school dormitory?" I asked nervously.
Hearing my words, Selena suddenly realized the misunderstanding in her previous words. Seeing my bewildered eyes, Selena quickly hugged me and comforted me, saying, "Of course, you're so obedient. How could we ever abandon you?"
Jasper also realized the problem at this time and quickly said that he hadn't made that clear. He comforted me for a long time, saying that they really cared about me.
So, starting from that day, I truly became a part of the family.
Early the next day, Jasper took me to apply for accommodation at the school, and I moved into the dormitory. However, during class, Natasha and I still sat next to each other. This was Selena's request. So, we still met during class, and sometimes when the teacher asked two-person groups to discuss issues, neither of us spoke, which was quite awkward.
As time went on, Natasha started to get sick of me. But thanks to her looks and knack for socializing, she made many friends. Even average Joe at school rarely turned down her requests. After all, she was almost perfect in everyone's eyes.
But I was miserable. She incited her friends to bully me. Sometimes, my pen would be broken, or there were dirty footprints on my notebook. The reason Natasha did this was that she hoped I would take the initiative to leave her house. But I thought of Jasper and Selena's initial wish, which was for us to have a good relationship. So, I persisted and didn't leave.
As time went by, Natasha became even more ruthless in finding people to bully me. Basically, every few days, someone would stop me and make me hand over my pocket money. And her friends didn't know our situation. They thought I was the one sticking to Natasha all the time, so they did these things without any guilt. They even felt sorry for Natasha.
I really wanted to resist, but when I saw so many people against me, all strong and sturdy, I lost all thoughts of resistance. And every time, I would give them money, hoping they would leave me alone. Over time, everyone thought I was a coward, and they had become increasingly outrageous. My classmates didn't just break my pens or step on my notebooks. Sometimes, when I went to the restroom, they took my backpack and kicked it around the hallway like a ball.
At first, Dexter West, our counselor, would criticize and educate those students. But as time went on, Dexter looked at me with disdain and contempt, even though I was one of the top five students in the class.
I felt unjustly treated and harbored resentment towards Natasha, but I endured it silently to avoid causing trouble for Jasper and Selena. This kind of life persisted for a long time until one day, during a physical education class, I returned to the classroom.
As the students trickled back, I noticed that Natasha hadn't come back until the next class bell rang, and she entered with flushed cheeks and restless eyes. She didn't even knock or announce herself to the teacher before coming in.
This class was Earth Science. The teacher was an elderly lady, and after speaking for about ten minutes each time, she always had us break into groups for discussion.
While I was taking notes in class, I suddenly noticed Natasha's body trembling slightly and her legs rubbing against each other. I was stunned by this. I swallowed hard, discreetly watching Natasha.
Natasha's next move left me even more astounded as she slowly slid her right hand between her legs. She began to rub through her pants, emitting faint moans.
I was completely stunned. This shock was no less than the time Natasha tried to frame me at home. Moreover, this was happening at school. Back at home, I could argue that she deliberately tried to frame me, but this time, she was satisfying her own desires at school, and I witnessed it.
If other classmates were to find out, it would likely overturn their opinion of Natasha. After all, Natasha had always been the epitome of vitality, warmth, and innocence.
My heart couldn't help but race, and then I realized she was touching herself, so I openly stared at her legs.
I never imagined that my sister who usually treated me harshly and hated me would turn out to be like this. It truly left me dumbfounded.
Afterwards, Natasha probably felt a bit uncomfortable with the situation, so she actually reached into her pants right in front of my eyes. I guess she thought I was still focused on studying, which gave her the audacity.
My breathing became rapid at the scene, and I had a reaction there. So, I gained more courage and slowly moved closer to Natasha, intending to touch her thighs with elastic skin.
At that moment, Natasha was enjoying herself and was unaware of my approach.
As I leaned in, preparing to place my hand on her thighs, I suddenly noticed something pink inside her desk drawer. It looked like a small remote control, and it was lit up. Acting on impulse, I secretly took it and pressed a button.
"Ouch!"
As soon as I pressed it, Natasha visibly trembled, and she shouted. In an instant, the whole classroom turned to look at us.
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