Continuation of Hardships

Late as always, Kevin burst into the university, barely managing to run, his skin glistening with sweat as he desperately gasped for air. Curiously, instead of the usual pigsty smell, he detected a faint, pleasant, somewhat sweet scent around him.

“Halt, Whale!”

It wasn't long before he was intercepted by his usual tormentors, the football players, who wasted no time in giving him a beating. They always ganged up on him, though it wasn’t really necessary since any one of them could easily crush Kevin.

“Please, Whale, is that all you've got?” said Victor Strong, the lead linebacker, after emptying Kevin's backpack.

“That’s right, just books and other crap,” this time it was Sam Spark, the star running back, who kicked the books.

“Oh, wait guys, there's something here,” Brutus Blazer, the quarterback, said, picking something up from the floor.

Helpless, Kevin watched as Brutus held up his precious Nintendo Switch, containing hours upon hours of games that had cost him so much to obtain.

“Ah… no… leave that… that’s… I…,” Kevin tried to speak while on the floor, but his ribs hurt too much.

“Heh heh heh… it's one of his stupid games… oohh, it would be very, very terrible if something bad were to happen to your precious little toy,” Brutus said, tossing the Switch to Sam.

“True, brother, the thing looks pretty fragile,” Sam passed it on to Victor.

And so the trio tossed the game back and forth several times, jokingly threatening to drop it on more than one occasion. A terrified Kevin tried every possible way to get it back, but it was useless; his clumsy body made him move in slow motion in the eyes of the agile athletes.

“Poor Whale doesn’t even know how to take two steps without bouncing, heh heh heh,” Victor mocked.

“Heh heh heh heh… we have to show him how it’s done,” Sam made an incredible leap to dodge the fatso.

“Take this, you four-eyed piece of shit!”

“AAAAIIIIIIIIIEEE!”

In a swift movement, Brutus landed a perfectly placed kick to Kevin’s testicles, leaving him prostrate on the ground, screaming in pain.

“HA HA HA… you did it, my simple-minded fool! Let’s go boys, let's see how much we can get for this thing.”

Thus, the trio left amidst taunts and laughter, taking Kevin's game with them. Meanwhile, the nerd lay writhing, his hands clutching his crotch.

After almost an hour of whining on the floor, he went to class, feeling agonizing pain in his balls. Naturally, his teacher scolded him for his tardiness, unwilling to hear any explanation from him.

Despite his good grades, he was disliked by every teacher. In fact, the principal would have expelled him were it not for his exceptionally high GPA. After biology class with Professor Richard, she called him over with a very serious face.

Amanda Richard, 35 years old, was by far the best-looking professor at the university; slender, 6'3" tall, with long brown hair that she always kept tied back, a face that, though beautiful, was normally serious, and firm breasts for her age.

“Young White, I can no longer accept your absence from my class, and from what I’ve heard, I'm not the only one,” she said in a reproachful tone.

Kevin swallowed, adjusting his glasses, trying not to look at her ample cleavage.

“I'm sorry… it's just… Brutus and the others… they….”

“Again? I'm tired of your excuses. You're not a child anymore, young White. You have to solve your problems on your own,” Professor Richard said sharply before starting to sniff the air with curiosity. “Sniff… Are you wearing a new cologne?”

“Uh… no… I don't use cologne,” the obese boy replied, surprised.

“Well, forget it… you must… you must take control of your life.”

“She's absolutely right, young man.”

As if on cue, a 40-year-old woman dressed in a suit entered the room, her face severe, with oval glasses that covered intense black eyes like a bottomless pit, fire-red lips, and a size 36DD bust. It was none other than Isabel Hunter, the university principal, a ruthless human being who held no empathy for Kevin.

“You spend every day crying about your tragedies. Well, I have news for you: no one cares! The only person who can help you is yourself. So find your balls once and for all and learn to be a man.”

Terrified, Kevin didn't even dare to answer. The principal had a well-earned reputation for having little patience. Therefore, the most logical thing he could do was nod and get out of there as quickly as possible.

But as he was passing, the principal grabbed his arm. When he looked at her, he noticed that she was sniffing him in a manner very similar to Professor Richard.

“Sniff… you smell good… I mean, send my regards to Alissa, will you?” she said with a confused expression before letting him go.

It wasn’t the first time she had done something like that; she and his sister had been friends with benefits for two years, although Kevin did find her comment about his smell strange.

Upon returning home, his sisters inundated him with chores. One after another, Kevin spent his time scrubbing, sweeping, and cooking amidst constant insults. Furthermore, he felt a constant pain in his balls and a heaviness down there.

“How lovely of her; I think I should invite Isabel to dinner,” Alissa commented happily upon receiving the principal's message, an expression that changed to disdain when she saw her brother. “And what are you doing standing there, Whale? Continue with dinner.”

While Kevin watched his sisters and Lilith preparing their own meals, the brunette took Kevin’s Nintendo Switch out of her bag.

“Hey, girls, look what I just bought,” she boasted, smiling.

“Hey, that's mine! Give it back!”

With a malicious look, she examined the game while the others simply watched, amused.

“Maybe yes, maybe no… hmm, what do you say, my love?”

“If it were me, I’d crush it with a car,” Eva responded, watching the fatso's reaction closely.

Kevin tried to confront Lilith, an action that was stopped by Alissa. The obese boy halted his attempts with just her getting up.

“Don't even think about it, Whale. You better eat in your room again, or your precious game won't be the only thing you lose,” the older sister said, raising a fist.

Once again, he had to resign himself to defeat, and crestfallen, he left the kitchen. But as the trio's diabolical laughter escorted his departure, he heard something strangely familiar.

“Sniff… sniff… hey girls, don't you smell something weird?”

“Uh… yeah… sniff… it's something sweet.”

“No… sniff… it's different… I don't know what it is, but it's something delicious."

That was the last thing Kevin heard before locking himself in his room.