Continuation of Hardships

Late as usual, Kevin burst onto the university campus, running pathetically. His skin glistened with sweat as he gasped for breath. Oddly, instead of the usual pungent smell of perspiration, he caught a faint, pleasant, and somewhat sweet scent all around him.

“Stop, Whale!”

It wasn't long before he was intercepted by his usual tormentors, the football players, who didn't hesitate to give 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 starting linebacker, after emptying Kevin's backpack.

“Yeah, just books and other junk,” this time it was Sam Spark, the star running back, who kicked the books.

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

Helpless, Kevin watched as Brutus held up his prized Nintendo Switch, which contained hours and hours of games he had worked so hard to acquire.

“Ah… no… put that down… that’s… I…” Kevin tried to speak from the ground, but his ribs hurt too much.

“Hehehe… it’s one of his stupid games… oh, it would be very, very terrible if something bad happened to your precious toy,” Brutus said, tossing the Switch to Sam.

“That’s right, bro, this thing seems pretty fragile,” Sam said, passing it to Victor.

So the trio tossed the game around several times, jokingly threatening to drop it more than once. Terrified, Kevin tried everything to retrieve it, but it was useless; his clumsiness made him move in slow motion compared to the agile athletes.

“Poor Whale can’t even take two steps without bouncing, hahaha,” Victor mocked.

“Hahahaha… we have to show him how it’s done,” Sam leaped incredibly high to dodge the fat guy.

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

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

In one swift motion, Brutus delivered a perfect kick to Kevin’s testicles, leaving him sprawled on the ground, screaming in pain.

“Hahahahahaha! What an idiot! Come on, guys, let’s see how much we can get for this.”

And so, the trio left, laughing and jeering, taking Kevin’s game with them. Meanwhile, the nerd lay writhing, clutching his crotch.

After nearly an hour of moaning on the floor, he went to class with excruciating pain in his testicles. As expected, his teacher scolded him for being late, refusing to listen to any explanation.

Despite his good grades, all the teachers hated him. In fact, the director would have expelled him if it weren't for his exceptionally high GPA. After biology class with Professor Richard, she called him over with a stern expression.

Amanda Richard, 35, was by far the most beautiful professor at the university: slender, 6'3", with long, brown hair that she always wore up, a face that, while beautiful, was usually serious, and a firm bust for her age.

“Young Mr. White, I can no longer tolerate your absences from my class, and from what I’ve heard, I’m not the only one,” she said reproachfully.

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

“I’m sorry… it’s just that… Brutus and the others… they…”

“Again? I’m sick of your excuses. You’re not a kid anymore, young White. You have to sort out your problems yourself,” Professor Richard said sharply before taking a sniff, intrigued. “Sniff… Have you put on some new cologne?”

“Uh… no… I don’t wear cologne,” the boy replied, surprised.

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

“She’s absolutely right, young man.”

As if on cue, a woman in her forties, dressed in a suit, entered the room with a stern face, oval glasses covering intense black eyes like a bottomless pit, lips as red as fire, and a 36DD bust. It was none other than Isabel Hunter, the university president, a ruthless person who felt no empathy for Kevin.

“You spend all day crying about your tragedies. Well, I have news for you: nobody cares! The only person who can help you is yourself. So, once and for all, be brave and learn to be a man.”

Terrified, Kevin didn't even dare to reply. The headmistress had little patience. Therefore, the most logical thing to do was nod and get out of there as quickly as possible.

But as he walked past, the headmistress grabbed his arm. When he looked at her, he noticed she was sniffing him in a way very similar to how Ms. Richard had.

“Sniff… you smell nice… I mean, say hi to Alissa for me, okay?” she said with a confused expression before letting him go.

It wasn't the first time she’d done something like this; she and her sister had been friends with benefits for two years, although Kevin found her comment about his smell odd…

Upon returning home, his sisters bombarded him with chores. One after another, Kevin spent his time washing dishes, sweeping, and cooking amidst a barrage of insults. He also felt a constant ache in his testicles from the kick.

“How kind of her; I think she should invite Isabel over for dinner,” Alissa commented happily upon receiving the message from the headmistress, an expression that quickly turned to disdain when she saw her brother. “What are you doing standing there, Whale? Get on with dinner.”

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

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

“Hey, it’s mine! Give it back!”

With a mischievous look, she examined the game while the girls simply watched, amused.

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

“If it were me, I’d destroy it with a car,” Eva replied, watching the fat man’s reaction closely.

Kevin tried to confront Lilith, but Alissa stopped him. The obese man froze the moment she stood up.

“Don’t even think about it, Whale. You’d better go back to eating in your room, or your precious game won’t be the only thing you lose,” the older sister said, raising her fist.

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

“Sniff… sniff… hey girls, don’t you smell something funny?”

“Uh… yeah… it smells… it’s something sweet.”

“No… it smells… 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.