My Lycan Boyfriend

Louisa's POV

　　"Do I really have to eat this kind of shit for my entire senior year at our school?" I stared at the gooey bread soaked in suspicious red sauce on my plate.

　　"We can't afford to be a critical eater." Jackie poked a piece of undercooked chicken in her place. "I need to take in some protein or else I can't survive the afternoon sessions. I mean, why do I have to learn Chemistry? Those chemicals in the lab drive people crazy. I've dated a chemist before and I swear he eats chalk."

　　Leah took her seat in front of us and said, "Jackie, stop poking your food."

　　Being the elder sister of Jackie, Leah had a finely developed sense of sin. Playing with food was a sin. Idling was a sin. Fooling around with boys was a sin. She suffered bravely and uncomplainingly through her life as a farmer's daughter convinced that was the way the Moon Goddess wanted every wolf to live.

　　"Yeah, sis, you're right. If I keep poking this chicken, it might wake up and fly away from the plate." Jackie put the fork down.

　　Unlike her straight-as-an-arrow elder sister, Leah was a bubbly red-headed girl with a wicked sense of humor.

　　"Tell me what I'm looking at. I need a second opinion." I took a glance at the next table and lowered my voice.

　　"The train wreck murder scene on your plate or Jessica Soyer and her minions?" Jackie raised her eyebrows.

　　"Is there a difference?" I asked.

　　Both of us tittered.

　　The queen bee at our school, Jessica Soyer, was boasting about her holiday man-hunt experience in front of her flock.

　　Girls like her came from upstart families and were either spoiled or neglected throughout their lives. That's why they crave people's attention for a living.

　　I wouldn't be surprised if she claimed that she collected and framed men's pubic hair on her bedroom wall as souvenirs.

　　"Shhhh!" Jackie put a finger on her lips and urged us to shut up, but it was too late.

　　Queen bee, apparently annoyed, stood up and strode in front of our table.

　　"What the fuck are you laughing about? Wenches?!" Jessica snarled.

　　"We're having a private conversation." I stared at her and said.

　　"Yeah, it's none of your business. Walk off, Jessica," Jackie rolled her eyes so hard that she could see the back of her head.

　　"Jackie, stop talking to people like that. It's rude," Leah whispered and warned.

　　"Oh, really?! Private conversation?" Jessica glared at us and folded her arms. Then, she kicked our table abruptly. The plates flipped and bounced off the tabletop.

　　Suspicious red sauce splashed and soiled my white blouse. Both Leah's and Jackie's dresses were soiled as well.

　　"What the f...?!" Jackie snapped.

　　But her words were beaten by her sister's -

　　"Sorry, Jessica. My sister is a bit clumsy..."

　　Her voice was so low that it was like a whisper.

　　I knew she was trying to avoid conflicts with Jessica.

　　"What's the matter with you, sis?! It was Jessica who kicked the table! Why do you have to apologize to her?!" Jackie argued furiously.

　　"Jackie O'Reilly! Don't say one more word!" Leah stared at her sister, pulling her sleeves in secret.

　　"Bitch, you want to start with me?!" Jessica suddenly shoved her hand through Jackie's collar and grabbed her bra and pulled it out.

　　Jackie slapped Jessica's hand and growled, "Fuck you, slut! Keep your paws off my underwear!"

　　Before I could do anything, Jessica and Jackie started scuffling with each other.

　　The whole cafeteria started to get chaotic. Nobody wanted to miss the catfight between two women who were pulling each other's hair.

　　Leah tried to pull Jackie back, but she was pushed away by Jessica.

　　Tripped over something, Leah fell to the ground and banged her head against the table.

　　Blood was pouring down her forehead like a fountain.

　　Terrified, I rushed forward to check on her.

　　Looking at her injured sister, Jackie transformed into a female coyote. She pulled up an iron chair and threw the heaviest blow at Jessica, but her arm was stopped by a pair of giant hands.

　　The cafeteria became dreadfully silent.

　　I looked up and saw the principal, Mr. Dickson, standing behind Jackie, holding her arms.

　　Being a formidable man with a sinister smile, Mr. Dickson was known for being a snob and a pain in the ass for underprivileged students at school. I mean, throw that man a top hat and he could play a villain in Oliver Twist without putting on make-up.

　　"Miss O'Reilly, what are you doing to Miss Soyer?" His eyes were glued to Jackie's torn underwear.

　　"That fucking bitch started it!" Jackie roared like a furious mother bear, trying to protect her cub.

　　"Mind your language, Miss O'Reilly," Mr. Dickson warned.

　　Jackie noticed the salacious look on Mr. Dickson's face. She pushed him away and adjusted her torn shirt.

　　Leah, with blood pouring down her forehead, removed her overcoat and wrapped her sister up.

　　"Mr. Dickson. It's good to have you here." Jessica looked at the principal with her watery puppy eyes. "I was having lunch and then Jackie poured soup all over my blouse. I'm wet all over!"

　　Mr. Dickson stared at her torso beneath the tight, drenched blouse and said, "Yes, darling. I see."

　　"You're a lying bitch!" Jackie hissed. "If I had wanted to pour something all over you, I wouldn't have used fucking cold soup! I would have poured a pot of boiling oil all over you before setting you on fire! Because all lying bitches burn in hell!"

　　I pulled Jackie and explained, "Mr. Dickson, it was Jessica who kicked the table and pushed Leah."

　　"Fuck you, Louisa!" Jessica leered at me. "I can smell the stench of you from 15 blocks away! Go fucking clean the horseshit on your hands and hair before showing up in a public place!"

　　She would always tease me because my parents worked on a horse farm. It seemed that she had an uncontrollable need to feel superior to others.

　　"Plus, all the girls are my witnesses!" Jessica took a glance at her minions and gloated.

Louisa's POV

　　"Yeah. Jessica was telling the truth."

　　"It was Jackie's fault!"

　　Those girls wouldn't let go of this great opportunity of showing their loyalty to the queen bitch.

　　"But..." Just when I was about to argue, Leah grabbed my hands and said, "Sorry, Mr. Dickson. It's our fault. We shouldn't have started a fight with Jessica."

　　"Really?" Mr. Dickson looked contemptuous. "What about the wound on your forehead?"

　　"I was clumsy and fell to the ground by myself," Leah said, holding both of me and Jackie in her hands.

　　"Great! So, the case closed." Mr. Dickson said. "The three of you have to do 10 hours of social service on campus, starting from cleaning the mess you've created in the cafeteria."

　　"What?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You want us to clean up this shit?!" Jackie growled.

　　"Miss O'Reilly, if you dare to use the f-word in front of me again, I will have to detain you after school." Mr. Dickson licked his lips while stripping Jackie with his eyes.

　　"F..." Jackie was about to swear again, but when she saw the blood on her sister's face, she clenched her fists and said, "Fine! Whatever!"

　　After Mr. Dickson walked away, Jessica and her minions gloated, pushing all the food on their plates onto the floor.

　　"Oops, I guess I don't have to return the plates today," Jessica smirked.

　　"Maids are supposed to do maids' jobs."

　　"Clean it up, bitches!"

　　Other girls added before walking off with Jessica.

　　Jackie looked indignant with tears circulating in her eyes.

　　"This isn't fair!" she cried out. "One day I'll be filthy rich and I'll toast those motherfuckers!"

　　Leah shook her head and didn't say anything.

　　I said, "Jackie, take Leah to the clinic. Leave everything here to me."

　　Jackie was silent for a while, glancing at the mess on the floor and her sister's wound on her forehead.

　　Eventually, she said, "OK. We'll get back and help you as soon as possible."

　　After they were gone, I walked out of the cafeteria and toward the storage room, where all the cleaning appliances were kept.

　　I hated that ghastly storage room. It was dark, damp, and smelt like pee.

　　Most importantly, it was a notorious place where boys took advantage of girls in our school.

　　Last month, Lucas Farrow, the famous school playboy, dragged me into that room when I walked past and pressed himself on me.

　　I grabbed a mop, shoved it in his face, and fled in a panic.

　　I hadn't seen him for a few days after that.

　　It was the most terrifying experience that I had ever had in my life... until that day, I pushed the storage room open and saw Lucas, holding a girl in a very impossible position against his crotch.

　　Lucas Farrow, the most shameless bastard of the school. With navy blue eyes, raven black hair, an athletic build, and a height of 6'4", he was literally every girl's wet dream. The problem was, he knew exactly what girls expected from them and he never let anyone down.

　　Yes, anyone.

　　He hooked up with almost every girl in this school and seemed to have successfully extended his dick to the neighboring schools. He wore girls on his belt like accessories and he changed girlfriends faster than he changed his shirts.

　　Girls seemed to stay in line to be summoned, conquered, dominated, or, in today's case, twisted like a knob by this man at any time he wanted.

　　I, on the other hand, absolutely abhorred this man. I had my reasons.

　　For a start, Lucas tried to drag me into this storage room and have sex with me the other day. I mean, hello, who in their right mind would do something like that? Just snatch a random girl passing by the storage room and have sex with her? What the fuck was in this man's head? Last time I checked, this was still a school, not someone's personal harem.

　　Besides, he slept with my sister two years ago and he didn't even recognize her the next morning. Seriously? Did he literally fuck his brain out or something?

　　I had always thought there was some dark magic in this man because otherwise, I couldn't explain why girls just couldn't wait to spread their legs in front of him, or, in today's case, slightly beneath him.

　　I mean, any girl with a dash of self-respect and decency wouldn't throw themselves at this ghastly womanizer.

　　But on that day, when I opened the door and witnessed Lucas busy fucking a girl, something changed my mind.

　　His body must have been chiseled by the finest sculptors in the world of all time. I had never seen such an imposing human torso before. Was he a warrior sculpture worshiped by fanatics in a sex temple? On a steamy hot summer afternoon, sweats slowly trickled down his broad shoulders, muscular arms, and marvelous six packs, all the way to his full-sized dick.

　　Rocking his hips violently, Lucas flipped the girl upside down adeptly. The girl was moaning and begging for more, but Lucas suddenly stopped.

　　He stopped because he saw me.

　　When our eyes met, my blood was boiling. His gaze seemed to ignite something deep in my heart. I couldn't tell what it was, but a wave of warmth stemmed from my groin and flooded across my entire body.

　　I stood there like a statue, completely frozen, hot, and cold at the same time.

　　At that time, a horrifying thought flashed across my mind -

　　What would it have been like if I hadn't sneaked away on that day?

　　"Lucas, what happened?" The girl asked, trying to look back.

　　Lucas pulled her hair roughly and prevented her from turning her head.

　　"What did you call me?" He looked down at the girl and asked.

　　"Sorry, Master! It's all my fault! Please punish me!" the girl whimpered.

　　"Kneel. Finish what you've started." He said in a cruel, commanding voice, pressing the girl's head against his crotch.

　　"Yes. Yes... Master..." The girl whispered and kneeled down obediently on the floor to lick his manhood.

　　Lucas moaned slightly while tilting his head toward me.

　　"What are you looking at?" He asked with an evil smile. "Do you want to join us?"

Louisa's POV

　　There you go. My first 3P invitation. In a dark and tiny storage that smelt like urine.

　　The most unbelievable part was, the trainwreck part of me secretly wanted to say "yes".

　　Damn. What's the matter with me?! I thought to myself. Am I tempted by Lucas' famous dark magic or something?!

　　I panicked and stepped back, shaking my head, trying to get that obnoxious thought out of my head.

　　It didn't work at all. Then, my mind was scarred by the impossible picture of me joining the girl, licking Lucas' dick.

　　Shit. I really should have stopped watching porn.

　　Eventually, the sensible part of me won and forced me to wave my hands.

　　I stuttered, "No! I... Here... I'm here for... a mop..."

　　Shit. Of all the cleaning supplies in the world. I used the word "mop".

　　I shoved a mop in his face last time. Remember?

　　He looked puzzled for a while, pulling the girl's hair while thrusting his dick in her mouth, deeper and harder each time. He was literally torturing that poor girl, but she seemed to really enjoy it.

　　Then, just before I turned back and fled again, he said, "What are you waiting for? Come in and grab it."

　　?!

　　Are you kidding me?!

　　"I will never ever grab your dick!" I stomped my feet and blurted out with steam coming out of my ears.

　　Lucas stared at me with surprise and then chuckled.

　　"I was talking about the mop." He said while rocking his hip.

　　Oh, shit. This must be the worst day of my life. I thought to myself.

　　I squeezed into the tiny storage room like a crab, carefully avoiding all the suspicious items which were covered by a questionable sticky substance. Just when my hand touched the mop behind Lucas, he grabbed my arm.

　　"Hey, I remember you. You're the girl who poked me with a mop!" he exclaimed.

　　I got this close to shoving the mop in his face again before I threw away his hand and ran out of the storage room.

　　Panting heavily while running for my life, I suddenly realized -

　　No, Lucas didn't need to have dark magic to enchant girls and sleep with them.

　　He had something more effective and compelling.

　　Although I wanted to convince myself that he was nothing but a male whore and a human-shaped dildo, I still couldn't explain the burning sensation between my thighs when he asked the girl to kneel down for him in that mysterious, magnetic voice.

　　I held the mop in my hands like my last straw of sanity and walked into the cafeteria to clean up the mess.

　　Fuck my life.

　　**

　　I love Chemistry. I have to admit that I was a bit nerdy. I mean, who doesn't like bubbling bottles and mysterious chemical effects?

　　"I fucking hate Chemistry," someone howled like a dog behind me. "What the fuck is that bitch on the stadium blabbing about? Formid acid my ass."

　　"Mr. Kofron, do you have any questions you want to share?" Miss Jalin, our chemistry teacher with a plump figure, stared at the boy who was sitting behind me and asked in a harsh voice.

　　"Yes, Miss. What size is your cup?" Leo, the boy sitting next to me, raised a beaker and asked.

　　All the boys in the lab roared in laughter while the girl looked awkward.

　　Miss Jalin ignored them and went back to teaching.

　　The boys were still tittering and chatting. Despite sitting in the front row, I found it really difficult to hear Miss Jalin's voice.

　　Just when I was struggling to take down some notes, a familiar, magnetic voice appeared -

　　"Shut up, boys..."

　　Lucas? Trying to help the teacher to maintain order in the classroom?

　　He had never woken up once during any class. Sleeping during class was his way to recover from the damage caused during breaks.

　　"...You're too loud and you've woken me up," he continued.

　　Well, that's more like him.

　　I turned back and took a glance at Lucas, who was sitting in the last row of the class, stretching out his arms and rubbing his eyes.

　　I immediately turned back to the front.

　　I couldn't stare at him in his eyes after what happened in the storage room.

　　I will never fall into his web of dark magic again. I told myself. That man is dangerous. He will make me pregnant by simply staring at me.

　　But the more I tried to calm down, the faster my heart pounded in my chest.

　　I tried to take down notes to distract myself, but it made me freak out when I found out I had written down nothing except Lucas Farrow.

　　Meanwhile, my heart was literally beating like a drum roll.

　　Is there a switch to turn my heartbeat down? It's getting so loud!

　　Then, I heard Lucas' nonchalant voice again -

　　"Leo, switch seats with me."

　　What the fuck?! Is he trying to take the seat behind my back?!

　　I heard the sound of pulling a chair as someone was taking his seat behind me.

　　My body was rigid. I didn't dare to look back. I told myself, as long as I didn't look back, I could pretend that he didn't exist.

　　But no! I could smell his cologne! It was something manly, wild and sexy, like a mixture of labdanum, cedar, and pepper.

　　His cologne was so noisy that it even offset Miss Jalin's lecture.

　　Damn. Can't he just shut his cologne down?!

　　"Hey."

　　I heard his whisper from behind.

　　Was he trying to talk to me?!

　　No. I didn't hear anything. It was an auditory hallucination. It happened when I got too stressed out. He was just talking to others, or he was talking to some invisible sluts in his sleep.

　　"Hey." He whispered again, this time closer to my ear, with a tap.

　　I could feel his breath tickling my ear.

　　"Stop it!" I hushed him without looking back. I felt my legs melting because of the tickling sensation caused by his breath.

　　"Can I borrow your note?" he asked.

　　"I haven't taken any notes!" I become agitated. Thanks to you!

　　"Then what's that on your table?" He asked, leaning forward.