It was Saturday, the day of the cssic all-day self-study session.
The students of Css 3, Year 1 were blissfully unaware of the undercurrents that had been swirling around them.
Some of them were quite puzzled, particurly in the boys’ dormitory where Dematero resided. During their tea gathering on Friday evening, the following conversation unfolded-
"That new transfer student seems to be quite the talker, doesn’t he? It’s been nearly a week, and we’ve yet to see him stir up any trouble."
"Let’s be honest. It’s true. At Monday’s css meeting, that transfer student- what was his name, Matthew Tan?- was all talk, boasting about his illustrious background and foul temper. Sounds like all hot air to me!"
"This guy even went and paid his respects to Marcus. Quite savvy, isn’t he? It seems that third-generation tycoons know a thing or two about social dynamics..."
"What does he know? The discerning eye of a third-generation tycoon is sorely cking if he’s associating with someone like Hera- a nouveau riche spoiled princess! Utterly appalling taste!"
"By the way, why didn’t he show up for css today? Must be nice to skip whenever he pleases!"
"That’s just typical of a third-generation tycoon! Unlike someone like Dionysius, who’s both academically gifted and well-behaved- now that’s the exception."
"Not attending css is fine by me. People like him always seem like ticking time bombs, liable to go off at any moment."
"Hahaha, as long as our dormitory’s mystical big shot Dematero is around, even if Matthew is a dragon, he’ll be grounded. If he’s a tiger, he’ll be lying low. If he’s a bomb, he’ll be defused! Am I right, Dematero?"
...
In Dematero's dormitory, it was customary to have a tea gathering on Friday evenings. After all, the entire Saturday was reserved for self-study, so staying up te chatting about all things metaphysical was harmless- there would always be time for a catch-up on sleep the following day.
While his roommates were caught up in animated discussion, Dematero was diligently tapping away at his phone, writing web fiction. When prompted by his roommates, he replied nonchantly, “He hasn’t bothered me, so I can’t be bothered with him.”
He privately added, As long as he doesn’t disturb Xanthia, I’ll simply ignore him.
Initially, Matthew's arrival had caused Dematero a twinge of unease- this felt like yet another “butterfly effect.”
In his previous life, there had been no transfer students in Css 3, especially not one who was the quintessential “bully CEO” type from a wealthy familia.
Nevertheless, Dematero found the “butterfly effect” somewhat logical.
Previously, Kenny had alienated himself from the css and was forced to transfer out, leaving a void that naturally triggered this subsequent “butterfly effect.”
Dematero promptly shared this information with Dionysius, inquiring about Matthew’s background.
"Just a pretender, all bluster and no substance. He’s both foolish and malicious, but the foolishness outweighs the malice. If he dares to disturb Xanthia, feel free to teach him a lesson; he’ll soon learn to behave," Dionysius replied.
Upon reading this message, Dematero felt a surge of confidence.
With Dionysius backing him, he felt emboldened. In these times, provoking a third-generation tycoon- regardless of how distantly reted- was daunting indeed.
“You make it sound as if I’m some kind of brawler. I’m merely a scribe and strategist, after all...” Dematero teased.
“A martial arts strategist, nothing wrong with that! Besides, aren’t you the sports representative of Css 3? Surely, fighting is part of your duties?” Dionysius joked back.
Dematero couldn’t help but ugh. He mused that one’s fate is not only determined by personal endeavour but also by... how could a mild-mannered literary type like him be dubbed a martial arts strategist by Dionysius?
The most absurd part was that he felt inexplicably self-assured.
At times, he couldn’t help but want to find a tool to test whether the “golden finger” he had received upon his rebirth still functioned. It had been ages since he st validated any of his metaphysical insights, and he felt a peculiar itch.
Thus, amidst their banter, Dematero and Dionysius effectively sidelined Matthew, the formidable third-generation tycoon that others feared...
Yet, to Dematero's disappointment, despite all the bluster, Matthew had not made any substantial moves.
Matthew was busy courting Hera, but that hardly concerned Dematero. As long as he didn’t disturb Xanthia, Dematero had no intention of instigating trouble.
Little did Dionysius and Dematero realise that, under the scheming of the “Master of Conspiracy”, Hera, Matthew- a fellow day student- was provoking Xanthia off campus!
Fortunately, Xanthia was not the type to be thrown into chaos without protection; she was exceptionally adept at gathering various trump cards. Steady and composed, she was truly a master of survival, and she just happened to be in need of a tool to test her strategies.
So, Matthew was in for a rough time, perhaps even worse than during his days at the Foreign Languages High School!
On this Saturday, he limped into school, wincing as he supported his rear end. He had insisted on coming to school himself.
The reason was simple: he was in the midst of an exuberant and competitive journey in Css 3, where he could rightly cim, "the advantage is mine!"
If he failed to seize the opportunity and establish his authority within Css 3, he would merely become the subject of ridicule.
He guessed correctly, for indeed, the students in Dematero’s dormitory were discussing him in this very manner.
This could not be allowed; he had completely grasped the dynamics of Css 3 and was merely a step away from fully asserting his influence...
Upon entering the cssroom, Matthew felt an odd sensation, whether it was psychological or otherwise, that the students no longer regarded him with the same level of awe as before. This enraged him!
Even more infuriating was that Hera, who had previously been quite chummy with him and adept at fttering him, now seemed to be "turning her back," adopting a cold demeanor and distancing herself.
Could the malice of humanity reach such depths?
What he failed to realize was that Hera, the “Master of Conspiracy,” having seen her schemes thwarted repeatedly, was starting to feel despondent...
Unable to restrain himself, Matthew scribbled a note questioning Hera: “Is it just because I had a spot of bad luck that one night? What’s with this attitude? I’ve sacrificed so much for you!”
In response, Hera, feeling dejected, penned a note back: “I think your dismissive attitude towards Xanthia is a bit presumptuous. I’ve been naive before; Xanthia is not to be trifled with.”
The reason they communicated through notes was simple- one cannot exactly hold a “loud conspiracy” in the cssroom, can they?
This behavior caught the attention of Noemi, who suddenly became very interested in the content of the notes.
Upon reading Hera’s response, Matthew couldn’t help but ponder. Perhaps he had indeed underestimated Xanthia, viewing her as a mere pawn; could it be that Xanthia was actually part of the Papadopoulos familia, perhaps even the illegitimate daughter of Susan’s mother?
His mind raced with possibilities. After all, he had heard from Youssef about his formidable aunt, who had taken a son-in-w; it was entirely pusible that she might also be keeping a lover outside.
This theory seemed to expin the striking resembnce between Xanthia and Susan and made sense of the secrecy surrounding the existence of an illegitimate child- one that Youssef remained oblivious to!
Matthew felt he had outsmarted himself!
He scribbled a note in reply to Hera: “I was indeed a bit careless; it’s just that the pn didn’t succeed, and it has nothing to do with Xanthia. She’s simply too lucky. Ah well, regardless of whether she’s a mere minion or a hidden boss, I’ll be skipping over her entirely. I’m off to tackle the ‘elite monster’!”
Hera was quite taken aback, thinking, with your sorry state, what could you possibly know about tackling an “elite monster”?
Rather than replying with another note, she casually tossed the scraps into the drawer of her desk, unaware that her deskmate, Noemi, was watching with bright, curious eyes.
It must be said that Matthew was indeed decisive. After finishing lunch in the canteen, he sauntered over to Elena’s seat, feeling rather pleased with himself.
He mentally bemoaned the abysmal school canteen, which was positively worse than that of the Foreign Languages High School. It was akin to pig slop!
By this time, most of their cssmates had arrived, and that was just how Matthew preferred it- more spectators meant a grander performance when he made his move…
“Oi, woman! I heard you were bullied by a boy named ‘Dematero’ from our css? Pray, regale me with the details as I intend to be your champion! As a reward, I’ll graciously become your boyfriend!”
Matthew thrust out his still-swollen posterior and fixed Elena with an imperious gre, uttering the embarrassingly bold procmation.
His voice carried quite loudly, seemingly aimed at informing the entire css, particurly the girls, that he was about to provoke the css’s notorious ‘girl’s nemesis’, Dematero- an ideal target in his eyes!
Through dealing with Dematero, he sought to regain the respect of his cssmates and establish his own authority once and for all!
However, to his surprise, Elena did not respond with gratitude. Instead, her face twisted in disgust. Yet, perhaps intimidated by his reputation, she suppressed her anger.
Meanwhile, Xanthia, who had been observing the scene with great interest, suddenly burst out ughing, “Don’t you think what you just said is utterly ridiculous? You can’t go around wooing girls like that in real life; do be sensible and be off with you! Leave Elena alone!”
Elena couldn’t help but show a mix of gratitude and concern. Isn’t she afraid of offending this third-generation tycoon?
In terms of courage, Elena realized she paled in comparison to Xanthia. She was accustomed to lowering herself to achieve her aims, whereas Xanthia was the sort to charge in headlong, unyielding as a bull.
Xanthia had no fear of Matthew, for this fool had just been thoroughly thrashed by her, losing, and now he dared to come strutting in? Oh, it was her turn to sp him down!
Matthew was momentarily taken aback by Xanthia’s audacious jibe. He was used to throwing his weight around, never having considered that anyone would dare confront him like this!
However, suspecting that Xanthia might be the half-sister of his goddess, Susan, he thought that if he were ever to marry Susan, Xanthia would become his sister-in-w- sister-in-ws were essentially half of a brother-in-w's behind…
Oh well, as a future brother-in-w, Matthew would not stoop to argue with his future sister-in-w. He dismissed Xanthia entirely and turned back to Elena, insisting, “Come now, give me a reply! I know you’re itching for revenge against Dematero! I have the means to make your desires a reality!”
Encouraged by Xanthia’s earlier bravado, Elena replied coolly, “My business with Dematero is long since settled; I don’t need you to fulfil any desires of mine. If you wish to provoke Dematero, that’s your affair, not mine.”
Unbeknownst to them, Elena’s devoted little ally, Yannis, had arrived and eagerly chimed in, “Matthew, merely spouting off like that shows no sincerity. If you have the guts, why don’t you teach Dematero a lesson first before you come grovelling to Elena?”
Clearly, Yannis was far more interested in seeing Dematero come to grief than Elena was. She seemed to perceive a golden opportunity!
Matthew was delighted to have Yannis as his comic foil. He decred loudly, “Right! Since Dematero is the nemesis of all the girls in our css, I shall take it upon myself to rectify this injustice!”
He resolved to teach Dematero a good lesson first and then use this dispy of strength to win over Elena, believing she would be captivated by his domineering presence!
Yet, Elena frowned at Yannis, finding her an added inconvenience. What if Matthew truly took it upon himself to confront Dematero and then, emboldened by victory, used that power against her? How would she manage then?
She found herself in a state of conflict, wishing for Dematero to handle this obnoxious third-generation tycoon while simultaneously realizing the futility of her hope. After all, Dematero was merely an average high school student; how could he possibly stand up to Matthew?
Unable to suppress her anxiety, Elena turned to Xanthia, “What should we do? I have a feeling Dematero is in for it; he’d better not turn the bme back on me, thinking I encouraged Matthew to make trouble…”
Xanthia sported an expression of bemusement, trying to assuage Elena, “Trust in Dematero; he’s the pride of our css! His metaphysical gifts are quite impressive; we must have faith in him!”
Elena opened her mouth, at a loss for words. At a critical juncture, you expect me to rely on metaphysics? I might as well trust you’re a “God of Fate”…
Just then, Matthew returned to his seat, preparing to retrieve the weapon he intended to use to intimidate Dematero- a cattle prod.
He couldn’t believe that a regur high school student would not be frightened by the authority of a third-generation tycoon combined with his weapon!
Wait a moment, where’s my cattle prod?
What the devil! Which scoundrel pilfered the meticulously prepared tool?
Matthew was utterly bewildered!
At that very moment, Dematero stormed up to Matthew, one hand clutching a cattle prod, the other brandishing several small notes!
After returning to css from lunch and a brief rest in the dorm, Dematero discovered an unexpected weapon in his desk, along with a few small notes on top…
Curiously, he opened the notes and found that they had thoughtfully included the names of their respective authors. The contents were the “loud conspiracies” exchanged between Matthew and Hera!
Upon reading this, Dematero was instantly armed, and cold sweat trickled down his back!
Damn it, how could I have overlooked this!
It was utterly unexpected that those two despicable wretches dared to conspire against Xanthia outside of school!
Yet, fortunately, Xanthia, being a fortunate soul, had destiny on his side; their nefarious scheme had ultimately come to naught.
However, even with that stroke of luck, Dematero was still seething with rage, eager to uncover the deeper truths of the matter…
Without needing to wait for Matthew to seek him out for trouble, he took matters into his own hands. Grabbing a weapon- a shocking baton- whose origins were a mystery, he strode with determination towards Matthew’s desk.
On the other side, Hera’s deskmate, Noemi, wore a cowering expression. Yet, her eyes were drooped, and the corners of her mouth curled upwards; clearly, she was in a rather cheerful mood.
As ever, it bore repeating: she cared little for what had been stolen but was far more invested in witnessing the amusing reactions that would emerge after the theft was executed, especially after “robbing from the rich to give to the poor.”
It was abundantly clear that it was she- the hidden mastermind- who had aided Dematero in his quest for revenge.
She had to admit, having secretly observed the exchange of notes between Hera and Matthew, she was thoroughly displeased!
How could those two vile creatures, born into wealth, target the “pauper” Xanthia? It was the epitome of heartlessness!
Although Noemi was no galnt hero but rather a compulsive thief, she would often indulge in a rolepy of heroism…
It just so happened that Matthew and Hera’s daily dispys of overt affection inflicted severe emotional distress upon Noemi, leaving her with no choice but to act swiftly; she resolved to outright steal!
She delivered crucial evidence and the weapon to the newly appointed sport committee member, Dematero, urging him to restore justice for Xanthia and give those two rascals a proper reckoning!
At that very moment, upon seeing the angered Dematero approaching, and the weapon in his hand, Matthew was infuriated beyond measure!
“Dematero! So it’s you, you little thief! You’ve stolen my electric baton! Do you have any idea you’re committing a crime? In this wful nd, I could simply call the police and have you thrown in prison!”
Matthew’s threats rang out like thunder!
For an average high school student, even with a weapon in hand, such bravado would surely induce some trepidation.
After all, this country was indeed a nd of w; however, in the face of the w, the wealthy enjoyed a certain advantage over the impoverished. The affluent could hire the most extravagant legal teams, and no matter how grievous their crimes, they could often evade punishment by donning the convenient bel of “mentally unstable.”
Those born into wealthy families had it even easier, for they could always find someone willing to take the fall on their behalf.
The scapegoat, upon release from prison, might receive a fortune far beyond what an average person could earn in a lifetime- or perhaps even be silenced for good, for the dead do not speak.
Matthew thought he had the upper hand, completely unaware that Dematero was no ordinary student; he had the mighty Dionysius backing him!
In a fit of rage, Dematero strode forward and delivered a resounding sp to Matthew’s face!
Sp!
The sound echoed throughout the cssroom!
Simultaneously, he shouted, “Crime? What crime? You’d best expin yourself, you and that nasty piece of work, Hera- what conspiracy have you plotted against Xanthia?”
Dematero’s unyielding resolve stunned the onlookers in the css!
The room fell into a stunned silence, yet the students were brimming with thoughts-
“Woah, Dematero has gone completely mad! He dared to sp the grandson of a financial tycoon!”
“Where’s the ‘Dematero’ we all know? He’s acting like a mad dog; doesn’t he fear being thrown in jail by the humiliated tycoon?”
“This is utterly ferocious! Dematero is absolutely unhinged! It’s clear Matthew is all talk and no action; he has no idea how to deal with someone as reckless as Dematero!”
“Those who are timid fear the bold, and the bold fear the utterly reckless! Dematero is not one to be trifled with; he genuinely has no regard for his own safety!”
“Oh no, while I admire Dematero’s bravado, this impulsive act is undoubtedly digging his own grave. He will face significant backsh…”
“To so thoughtlessly offend the Tan familia, just how much does he care for Xanthia? Tsk tsk, Elena clearly underestimated him; a man like this is a wild dog!”
...
Matthew was utterly fbbergasted at this moment. He buried his face in his hands, feeling as if he was about to explode from the sheer frustration of it all!
What on earth was going on in Css 3 of the first year? Did they not fear his familia's status? How could they be so thick-headed? After all, he was a bona fide third-generation chaebol!
At that moment, Hera could no longer hold back her urge to intervene, turning to Dematero with a concerned tone, “Hey, hey, hey! Don’t act impulsively! Be careful that your rashness doesn’t bring harm to your familia! Why are you always so hot-headed?”
Dematero, however, smmed a small piece of paper down on Hera's desk with such force that it left her momentarily stunned. In a swift retaliation, he delivered a sharp sp back at her!
Sp!
The force of it was no less than the blow he had nded on Matthew, revealing that Dematero was an egalitarian at heart- he was equally merciless whether striking a boy or a girl.
“I am not being rash! You need to expin, are you the mastermind or merely an accomplice? What exactly have you and Matthew conspired?” Dematero demanded, his voice icy.
Hera pressed her hands against her cheek in disbelief, exciming, “Have you lost your mind, Dematero? You’re hitting girls now? You’re nothing but a violence lunatic! What conspiracy are you talking about? I have no idea!”
Deep down, however, she was fuming at the person who had stolen her notes and handed them over to Dematero. She was certain that the vile thief was the same one who had previously pilfered her underwear, clearly targeting her and delighting in making her life miserable.
As far as she was concerned, everyone in the css, aside from her deskmate Noemi, was a potential thief!
Why exclude Noemi from suspicion?
Because Noemi had always been right under her nose, and there was simply no way she could have had the opportunity to commit such a crime. Furthermore, Hera couldn’t imagine that someone as honest as Noemi would be involved in any theft.
In her mind, she felt she had treated Noemi exceptionally well; if she wanted something, all she had to do was ask, rather than resorting to petty theft.
Thus, aside from her trusted ally, Noemi, everyone else in the css was suspect!
Indeed, she had even begun to doubt Dematero himself. Wasn’t it a remarkable coincidence that he had taken the initiative just before Matthew sought trouble?
“Ah! So you enjoy arguing, do you? All women are like that, all women aside from Xanthia are scum! They never shed a tear until they see the coffin!” Dematero retorted, though even he admitted that he had little recourse against Hera.
At that moment, Matthew began to spew threats anew. “Very well! You think you’re clever, Dematero? You’ve sealed your fate! Your life’s pn is utterly ruined now that you’ve dared to sp me. No one in heaven or earth will save you!”
Without uttering another word, Dematero swiftly kicked Matthew hard in the stomach. Matthew groaned, doubling over and clutching his midsection, his backside sticking up in the air.
Matthew was nearly beside himself with rage. Why on earth was there such a blockhead in Css 3? Dematero wouldn’t heed his threats and showed no hesitation when retaliating- truly, he was a tough cookie with few words!
Desperation gripped Matthew as he took out his phone, finally resorting to calling the police!
Indeed, the self-styled “tyrant” Matthew found himself utterly at a loss against this “savage” and was left with no choice but to summon w enforcement!
What of his high-flying status as a third-generation chaebol? In the end, he was just flesh and blood- what was so remarkable about that?
Dematero coldly observed Matthew’s call for help, unfazed.
Even when the line connected, he continued to press, “Quickly, tell us about the conspiracy you concocted with Hera!”
What Matthew didn’t expect was to inadvertently voice his innermost thoughts!
“How can I reveal that? The plot to sneak up on a girl from behind at night, forcing her into a dark alley, and subjecting her to intimidation and threats… If I hadn’t been so unfortunate to encounter those ‘Susan’ admirers seeking revenge, the pn I crafted with Hera would have succeeded long ago!”
His voice carried, loud enough for the entire css to hear, and naturally, the officers on the other end of the line heard it as well!
He was utterly stunned, quickly blurted out, “I’m sorry, wrong number!” and promptly hung up.
At that moment, Hera was beside herself with rage, delivering a swift kick to Matthew's rear, eliciting a yelp of pain from him!
“Matthew! You vile beast! You’re the one lusting after Xanthia's beauty, trying to coerce her into doing unspeakable things, and now you drag me into this mess? Go to hell! I have no enmity with Xanthia! I’d be a fool to colborate with you on any scheme!”
Hera had longed to sever ties with him, but now it seemed far too te for that…
Matthew, meanwhile, was now subjected to the “Voice of Truth” skill. Upon hearing Hera's fervent denial, he felt the anger boiling within him, transforming into a veritable bombshell as he began to indiscriminately reveal secrets!
His revetions were far more substantial than Hera’s futile arguments, and their true natures were id bare for all to see!
Dematero, nearly at the end of his tether, was infuriated. Why were these two scoundrels targeting Xanthia so brazenly?
Especially Matthew- was he truly intent on doing such things to Xanthia? It was undoubtedly because he had taken a fancy to her looks, which bore a resembnce to Susan's, wasn’t it?
It was utterly despicable!
At that moment, the entire css erupted in uproar, especially among the girls.
“No wonder Matthew got expelled from the foreign nguage high school; he’s repulsive!”
“Hera, that arrogant fool, is clearly no better, simply because she resents Xanthia for being poor and daring to wear fshy clothes- what a petty grudge!”
“How did our css come to harbor these two scoundrels? Dematero, activate your mystical abilities and make them socially extinct!”
“Indeed! It feels like we’re missing something without a grand spectacle here.”
“Dematero, you’re already this riled up- time to put that ‘mystical constitution’ to use!”
...
Not only the other students in css, but even Dematero himself was mentally berating himself to activate the “golden finger” that came with his “rebirth” ability. With the atmosphere reaching such a fever pitch, to remain silent now would be nothing short of impolite.
As he pondered this, confident in his abilities, Dematero discreetly distanced himself from this hub of chaos, fearful of being caught in the crossfire.
At that moment, Hera had completely lost her composure, driven to madness by Matthew's betrayal!
She had been the one pulling the strings all along, only to find herself facing Matthew- a pawn who had turned against her, upending the entire game!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and in a fit of impulsive rage, she did something even more outrageous-
She found kicking Matthew’s pert backside through the fabric of his trousers rather unsatisfying. In a moment of madness, she yanked down the trousers of Matthew, who y groaning with his stomach against the desk!
A pair of buttocks, still red from the medicinal cream, were suddenly exposed for all her cssmates to see!
The cssroom erupted in astonishment, followed quickly by peals of ughter. The students at the back, particurly the miscreants, found themselves roaring with delight, never having expected that a person’s butt could rival that of a monkey in its reddened hue!
Some quickly began to piece together the story, murmuring that it was no wonder Matthew mented his bad luck- his pn had evidently gone awry after all, as he had been dragged into a back alley for a spanking.
“What the hell! Hera, you madwoman! What on earth are you doing?”
Matthew was taken aback, scrambling to shield his exposed bottom, but Hera, having already turned their retionship into a fierce enmity, showed no mercy. One hand held his trousers down while the other foot continued to aim kicks at his bottom!
“What am I doing, you ask? I’m going to kick you to bits, you filthy, lying twit! You’re nothing but a distant retive of the Tan familia, pretending to be a big shot in front of me! If you had half, no, a third of Dionysius’s looks, I might have forgiven you, but now, I’m determined to make you pay!” Hera shouted furiously.
At that critical moment, Matthew felt a gurgle in his stomach, and he called out, “Wait... wait! I can’t hold it anymore! If you keep kicking, it’s going to be a disaster!”
However, Hera, hearing his pleas, showed no signs of stopping. In fact, she kicked even harder, leaning in closer as if to exert more force!
“Ahhhhhhh!!!”
Matthew let out a primal scream as he finally unleashed what could only be described as the most explosive defecation of his life… a torrent of excrement!
The shockwave of filth was overwhelming!!!
The stench was utterly horrific, likely a result of the school cafeteria’s dreadful “slop,” which had clearly caused this catastrophic eruption. It was as if such a vile outcome was only to be expected.
Hera, being the closest, was undoubtedly caught in this unprecedented fallout…
After a brief moment of shock, she completely lost her mind, screaming, “What the hell! Matthew, you beast! You couldn’t hold it in until now? You're pooping! Oh my god! This is deliberate, isn’t it?!”
In her haste to berate him, she completely forgot to wipe the foul mess from her face, inadvertently tasting the horrendous odor that was simply beyond description!
Matthew turned, innocent and wide-eyed, as he saw Hera, covered in filth, not to mention the stunned faces of the students in the back who had suffered colteral damage. He had intended to shout an excuse, insisting he hadn’t done it on purpose, that it was the cafeteria’s disgraceful food that was to bme.
Yet, through this revolting turn of events, as the excrement spttered across Hera’s face, a sense of sweet revenge bubbled within him. His thoughts echoed triumphantly: You wanted to kick my backside? Now you’ve faced the consequences!
What a self-inflicted camity!
His inner musings tumbled out of his mouth, “You brought this on yourself!”
Then, he began to ugh maniacally, seemingly delighted at having inflicted such a “biological attack” on Hera…
The rascals at the back, who had been roaring with ughter moments before, now stood utterly dumbfounded. They couldn’t muster a chuckle, and one shouted, “The King of Shit is here! Everyone clear out!” before hastily scattering, utterly confused as to why they were always the ones suffering from biological warfare!
It was tough luck for the students in the back; perhaps they should hit the books harder and aim to change their seats to the front in the future?
Meanwhile, Hera had completely lost her composure, consumed by fury!
She snatched a sizable piece of excrement from her desk and stormed over to Matthew, smearing it across his face before attempting to stuff it into his mouth!
As Matthew was lost in uncontrolble ughter, Hera easily achieved the infamy of making him ingest the mess he had just expelled!
Then, someone in the background quipped, “The King of Poop has spttered the Queen of Laugher in the face; why doesn’t the Queen of Laugher retaliate with her own foul gas?”
In a moment of revetion, Hera finished feeding Matthew his shameful dish, pivoted her backside towards him, and bellowed, “Here comes a fart!”
In that instant, it seemed as though all the foul gases of the world were summoned forth!
The air crackled with energy!
A mighty wave surged!
It darkened the very heavens!
She ughed heartily!
On that day, “The Queen of Laughter and Farts,” Hera, once more entered the realm of ftulence supremacy.
The most terrifying part? She didn’t stop there- determined to release the full extent of her power, she pushed out so forcefully that it burst through her trousers, transforming into an explosive wave aimed directly at Matthew!
Come on, let’s just keep harming each other! Who’s afraid of whom?
They both erupted in ughter, their discharges echoing rhythmically back and forth, confirming their illnesses in mind!
Meanwhile, the previously timid student, Dematero, who had vacated the scene, couldn’t help but touch his forehead, which was surprisingly free of sweat. Now, he could definitively conclude that in the throes of extreme anger, it wasn’t a simple slide tackle that could take down anyone, but rather it was the activation of his “mystic” aura. Though this “golden finger” was tricky to maintain, in crucial moments, it proved tremendously satisfying!
Yet satisfaction brought its own risks; he was fortunate to have made a hasty escape, for had he lingered, he shuddered to think of the consequences he might have faced from the oncoming biological attack!
However, he didn't realize that his beloved shoes and the lower rims of his pants had been grazed with bits of excrement that had flown away in his direction!
The most unfortunate among them had to be Hera’s deskmate, Noemi!
Initially, she was enjoying the spectacle of Hera giving Matthew a kicking. The sight brought her immense joy, especially recalling their previous flirtations juxtaposed against the current chaos; it was a guilty pleasure of sorts.
Yet she could never have imagined that Hera’s kicks would result in a veritable eruption!
Fortunately, the trajectory of the eruption veered off to the side, meaning the unfortunate students behind Kenny would bear the brunt of the fallout!
Noemi, with her quick reflexes, gasped, “I'm dying!” and without a second thought, bolted to the front, realizing the back was far too perilous!
It seemed she’d also need to find ways to improve her grades; otherwise, her life could be at stake!
“The King of Poop” and “The Queen of Laugher and Farts” unleashed their full fury, the stench reaching unprecedented levels, and this “biohazard” had become an unparalleled catastrophe!
As Noemi sprinted to the front, she took the time to warn her friend Xanthia to gather the nearby girls and retreat to the hallway outside the cssroom; the nuclear bomb was about to drop- now was the time to flee!
Feigning ignorance, Xanthia led the way outside, calling upon the nearby girls. Luciel remained remarkably calm, even grabbing a textbook as she left, opting to continue her studies in the hallway…
As the “King of Poop” and “The Queen of Laugher and Farts” fought their battle to the edge of the cssroom, the atmosphere grew thick with chaos, transforming Css Three into a genuine “biohazard,” while the hallway overflowed with refugees from the mayhem!
Yet despite the chaos, there was an inexplicable joy among them, as conversations heated up!
Who would have thought that on this day, the long-awaited “King of Shit” had finally returned!
And as the first lesson of the afternoon approached, wouldn’t this glorious battle serve to waste a significant amount of css time?
Oh, what bliss!
ShoujoDirector
