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Ares

Walking down the corridor, I searched for my prey and there I found her against her locker. Grabbing her books, dressed in a semi-tight dress and some heels. I sneak up on her slowly and corner her.

"I hope you're wearing them," I whisper into her ear whilst my nose fills in with the scent of musk, edition in dark midnight.

"Argh, don't do that," she complains smacking the book in her hand to my chest.

I hold the book in my hand with one hand against my chest as she takes the opportunity to walk ahead. Our first class was the same today but right now I couldn't give less of a fuck about the class. All I could focus on was how sexy that juicy ass swaying beneath her dress would look getting fucked by my cock. My thoughts break as she turns around to get her book out of my hand. I give her a wink and she rolls her eyes like usual.

Today was results day and I have never been more excited to come in second in class. She always waved her victory under my nose and this was the only time I was helpless in front of her. today, she can wave something under my nose and I'll wave something under her.

I take my seat at the very back of the class and so does she, both at different corners. I glance at her for a second and smile.

"Students, today I'll be giving your results out. Like always, Iris has scored the highest. A round of applause for her," Mr Caleb proudly announced.

The class gives her a round of applause. An overconfident smile full of pride fills her face.

"Followed by Ares in the second position," the professor finished.

The class gives another round of applause. Mr Caleb goes around handing papers back and I see her face light up. She turned her paper to me so I could see her achievement of full marks. I looked at mine and I was only down by two marks. What a pity...these two marks are going to cost her.

My hand reached into my pocket to take out my weapon. The remote which controlled the vibrational wires in the panties she was wearing today. Keeping an eye on her, I pressed onto press level two. An immediate reaction was given. Her eyes bawled out on her face as her hands held the edge of the desk she was sitting at. My eyes travel down to her legs which cluster together on top of each other, trying to control it.

I could feel my lips curve into a nice smile. To enjoy the sight better I lean back onto my chair and look at her struggle. Level two really doesn't affect her that much. I think that's enough of a demo for her. I turn it off and put the remote back into my pocket. Her body relaxes and she releases a huge breath. I could see murder in her eyes.

This was fun. An inch of peace filled my heart but this position still made me doubt myself. all my life, her own father has owned that I am better than her in every way but this failure always happened to break the rope of that statement.

I don't torture her for the remainder of the lesson but her eyes keep glancing at me. Looking and monitoring my hands so that she's aware. For a bit, I got her attention. The prettiest and hottest girl in college, someone no one can get their hands on. Pity she's bet on this year. And it's a pity I'm the guy who's bet on her.

I turn my head and look at her across the classroom. She's writing down the notes from lectures. Such a pretty face but a ton of ego and an ugly personality. If only people knew how much of a bitch she was and a whore for reading all those fictional books with smut. They won't do any good to her. She's easy, just a bit stubborn on the outside.

It makes me mad at how she was the next bet of mine. For the whole school, she was an entire trophy but for me, she was something very useless. Something not worth praise. I've watched her since birth. Pretty face with a fucked-up brain.

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