2. Approach

“Mom, I’m leaving,” Olen said as he hurriedly picked up a few things.

“Eat first!” Enika shouted from the kitchen.

“I’ll just eat something on the way,” Olen replied, giving her a pleading look as he made his way toward the door.

Enika frowned slightly. “Why are you in such a rush? You have plenty of time, Olen.”

“I know,” Olen replied, “but I just wanna leave as soon as I can.”

Enika sighed and looked him over. “Do you have everything you need?”

“I do,” Olen replied. Then, with a hint of excitement in his voice, he added, “Though I’m going there to deposit the enrollment fee, I’m more interested in looking around the campus.”

Enika gave him a knowing look. “Better be back on time. Got it?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Olen said quickly. He paused at the doorway, then turned back with a grin. “Bye, Mom. Love you!”

He said it all in one breath before hurriedly walking out the door.

“This boy…” Enika muttered, shaking her head with a sigh.

Olen had spent almost the entire night researching the routes to his college and figuring out exactly how to get there. Because of that, he had no trouble finding the right bus that would take him straight to his destination.

As soon as he stepped onto the bus, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement bubbling inside him. After all, this was a new beginning for him.

He was about to experience college life in a completely new country. The thought alone filled him with enthusiasm. He imagined making new friends, hanging out with them, going to parties, and maybe, if he was lucky, even finding a sweet girlfriend.

He smiled to himself as his imagination danced around.

But beneath all that excitement was a small feeling of anxiety.

Will I fit in?

The people here had grown up in a different culture, with different values and experiences. What if I couldn't connect with them? What if someone picked on me because I was from another country?

The questions were there, quietly dawdling in the back of his mind.

But so was his determination.

He had always dreamed of having the kind of college life he'd seen in movies and imagined countless times in his head. He wanted to make friends, create memories, experience new things, and finally feel like he was living the life he'd always dreamed of.

Olen stood silently, still smiling as he stared out the window.

Then—

Tap.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Olen turned around.

…

Such a hottie.

That was the first thought that crossed Olen’s mind when he saw the girl standing behind him. She looked around his age, perhaps slightly older, but not by much. She had long black hair, black lipstick covering her full lips while dark eye shadow made her eyes look smoky and intense. Her makeup was done remarkably well, matching the all-black outfit she was wearing.

Her black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, three buttons popped open, and her massive tits pushed against the cloth as if it might spill out any second. The deep cleavage on display made his mouth go dry.

“Damn, those tits are massive,” Olen thought.

Olen stared for a second longer. Her tits weren’t letting him move his eyes anywhere else and the girl noticed. She snapped her fingers lightly in front of his face. “Can you move aside if you’ve seen enough?” she asked, her voice slightly sharp, though there was no real anger behind it. She sounded completely normal, as if she was used to guys staring at her.

Olen quickly recomposed himself and looked toward her face.

“I’m sorry,” he said, immediately stepping aside to let her through.

"Good." She gave him a little smile and walked past toward the front row. Olen couldn't help himself. His eyes dropped straight to her ass. Those tight black pants were squeezing her thick cheeks together and making them look even juicier. Each step made her butt jiggle and bounce, the fabric riding up between her cheeks.

So this is what they call a goth? Olen thought. Now that I’ve seen one this close, I totally get why people are into them. Olen watched her walk away before catching himself and looking around. He noticed that other guys were staring too, their heads turning to follow her movement.

Alright… so I wasn't the only one.

Another wave of excitement flooded through him again.

Gosh, I’m already loving it here.

He couldn't help but wonder what the girls at his college would be like. If this was what campus girls looked like, he was going to lose his mind.

“Ladies, I’m coming,” Olen whispered to himself with a grin, amused by his own thoughts.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Enika was sitting on the couch, watching a show on television. Rodin was still asleep, and with Olen gone, the enormous house suddenly felt quiet.

“Gosh... I am so bored,” Enika sighed, reaching for the remote and turning it off.

She sat there for a moment, staring at the blank screen.

“I’m missing everything already,” she murmured.

Enika slowly looked outside the window, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. This was her new lifestyle now. A new house, a new country, unfamiliar streets, and no familiar faces around her.

“Well, it is what it is,” she said quietly to herself. “I’ll have to start getting used to this.”

She stood up and headed toward the bedroom to wake Rodin. The silence of the huge house was starting to make her feel lonely, and she simply wanted to have him around. She was already starting to feel homesick.

But when she entered the bedroom, she found Rodin already awake.

Rodin looked at her face for a brief second and immediately knew what she was feeling. Wanting to lighten her mood, he gave her a warm smile.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Rodin suggested. “There’s a park nearby.”

Enika looked at him, slightly surprised. “Don’t you think it’s a little late for a morning walk?”

Rodin raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? It’s literally nine in the morning. And it’s not like we have anything to do. Come on, let’s go.”

Enika thought about it for a moment before giving in. “Well... it’s better than staying home.”

A short while later, they changed into their exercise clothes. Rodin wore a light T-shirt, shorts, and running shoes, while Enika put on athletic wear and a cap.

Soon, they were out of the house.

They started with a light jog, passing house after house as they made their way through the neighborhood. The morning air was fresh, and the streets were already beginning to come alive.

After a while, they finally came across a grand park.

“See? I told you it’s not late,” Rodin said with a grin.

Enika looked around. He was right. There were already plenty of people jogging along the paths, while others were cycling or simply taking a morning walk. The whole place had a cheerful, fresh energy to it.

They continued walking together, enjoying the cool morning breeze. Slowly, Enika began to feel a little lighter.

However, after several more minutes, she started to feel tired.

“Rodin, can we find somewhere to sit for a bit?” Enika asked.

Rodin looked around and spotted a bench nearby.

“There,” he said, pointing toward it. “Go sit down.”

He guided her toward the bench, and Enika sat down with a tired sigh.

“I’m going to get some water,” Rodin said. “I saw a small shop over there.”

Enika nodded as Rodin headed toward the shop, leaving her to rest on the bench.

Minutes dragged by on the bench. She shifted slightly in her seat, glancing in the direction Rodin had gone. The park was unfamiliar, the surroundings were unfamiliar, and now the only person she knew in this new place wasn't beside her.

"What's taking him so long?" she muttered under her breath, scanning the crowd for any sign of her husband.

"Excuse me, miss?"

The voice came from right in front of her. Enika looked up and found two men standing close. Both were shirtless, their chests and arms covered in tattoos. One had a snake coiled around his bicep while the other had letters scrawled across his stomach. Their builds were slim but muscular. They carried themselves with that same gangster vibe she'd only seen in movies.

"Y-yeah?" she answered, little nervous.

"You look good," the taller one said, his eyes moving slowly down her tits.

Enika's cheeks warmed. "T-Thank you?"

Her eyes widened as she stared at him, caught completely off guard by the compliment. She shifted uncomfortably on the bench, hoping her reaction would make it clear that she wasn’t interested and that they would simply leave her alone.

But little did she know, she was wrong.

The man pulled out his phone instead and held it toward her. “Gimme your number, baby,” He grinned and scratched at the front of his shorts where his cock was already starting to make a tent. “Let me clap that fat booty.”

Enika’s expression fell into stunned embarrassment. Her heart thumping at the disgusting words. She had never experienced such open and shameless flirting before. Of course, she knew people looked at her. She was aware of her curvy figure and the attention it always attracted, but no one had ever spoken to her so directly.

She was completely lost about how to respond.

"Hurry up, baby," the man said again, still grinning at her with open lust.

Was this normal here? Did people really speak to strangers this boldly? Enika's thoughts flared. Maybe if I simply said no, they would leave.

“N-no... I can’t,” she replied nervously. “I have a husband, and he just went to get some water.”

"Ah shit, that booty's been claimed,” The man laughed. “But lemme know if you ever need some black dick to satisfy that juicy ass."

Enika's face flushed even hotter than before. This wasn’t flirting. It was a blunt, invitation to fuck.

What are these people? she thought, disgusted. How disgusting.

She didn't want to stay there another second. Enika quickly stood up from the bench and walked away, keeping her head down, totally embarrassed.