Stealing Hearts And Boxers

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Congratulations, you can steal anyone's boxers anytime!

I stared at the fireworks filling the screen and the huge red words.

I was so embarrassed I wanted to claw a hole in the floor with my toes.

This counted as a superpower?

I might as well set up a stall and sell boxers, so at first I only treated it like a joke.

Until I found the class rep's boxers in my pocket!

And they were pink.

So he really did wear anything in private.

[Congratulations! You hit the jackpot and gained the superpower to steal boxers~]

"Just give a gentle pat, and all your troubles go away. You can get a man's boxers anytime~"

Huh.

I stared at the fireworks effect on my computer and the big red reminder, so embarrassed I wanted to claw the floor with my toes.

"This counts as a superpower? Isn't this just pure pervert behavior?"

Speechless, I clicked to exit the page.

I kept smashing the mouse, but damn it, it would not respond, and I could only click claim.

I had not planned to sleep yet and wanted to keep playing on my computer, but a little ad popped up and covered the screen.

The little ad was actually pretty well made, and there was no Trojan pop-up window, just a link below that said I could randomly get a superpower by clicking it.

Of course I clicked such a dramatic little link.

Then this toe-curlingly embarrassing result appeared.

By gently patting someone, I could steal their boxers, and no matter how I looked at it, this was pure pervert behavior.

Time to sleep, time to sleep, so I quickly shut off the computer, and as drowsiness surged over me, I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

That was why, the next morning, I did not hear the alarm at all.

I arrived at the teaching building right on the dot, but the bell had already rung, so I hunched over and tried to sneak into the classroom.

Then I saw a pair of sneakers, and I raised my head to look up.

Lucas Reed, the class rep holding a notebook, was standing at the door, staring at me sternly.

Damn it, the alarm screwed me over, and if I had known this would happen, I would not have played games last night.

Lucas wrote my name in the notebook without expression, and his narrow almond-shaped eyes looked heartless.

I had been written up again.

I had already been written up three times this semester, and the teacher had already spoken to me privately, saying that if I got written up again, I would be criticized specifically at the parent conference.

Lucas was usually steady and calm in the way he handled things, and as a person, he was reserved and slow to warm up, while my personality happened to be the exact opposite, loud and lively every day.

You always saw the people you hated every single day.

The two of us had clashed as soon as school started, and we had already become enemies.

Later, we were assigned to the same dorm too, and good news never leaves the house while bad news travels a thousand miles.

Because we were classmates, we were still friendly and harmonious on the surface, but in private, we often made things difficult for each other.

I did not want to go home and get nagged by my parents, and credits were also important for my later diploma.

I sat in my chair and thought uneasily, and I could only thicken my skin, go all out, and beg him to be generous enough to let me off this time.

After class ended, I returned to the dorm.

I specially bought him a meal and a drink to show respect, saying, "Class rep~ You worked hard today, right? Come on, let me massage your shoulders."

He glanced at me lightly, then continued busying himself with the credit records.

I was going all out.

I dragged a stool beside him and sat down, constantly harassing him.

"Today was really an accident, and my alarm was broken, so please be generous and let me off this time."

"I promise I won't do it again~

"Class rep, give me one more chance to turn over a new leaf~"

Lucas was angered by my nonstop harassment, and he stood up and put the meal and drink back on my desk.

"I do things by the rules, and wrong is wrong."

"Everyone goes to bed early at night, so who told you to stay up playing games in the middle of the night?"

After saying that, he left with the documents in his arms.

My heart went ice-cold, and since going soft clearly did not work, I could only go hard.

It seemed that lowering myself to the enemy in moderation was useless, because an enemy was an enemy.

I patted Lucas on the shoulder and planned to ask him to go fight.

Lucas suddenly paused, then sat back down in the chair, his legs pressed together in a very strange posture.

"Don't tell me you..."

I had just opened my mouth when he threw down the documents and rushed into the bathroom.

He was especially panicked, and anyone who did not know better would have thought his hemorrhoids had burst.

What a weirdly inexplicable person.

I climbed back into bed and stared speechlessly at the ceiling, and it seemed my credits could not be saved.

But just now, the class rep's ears were red...

Just now, he had his legs clamped together and seemed to be rubbing against something, so could it be that his hemorrhoids had really burst?

Thinking that this cold, reserved man had burst hemorrhoids was actually a pretty strong contrast.

I turned over and was just about to keep playing a little mobile game when I felt something hard poking against my left pocket.

That was not right, because I had not put anything there today.

I casually pulled out a black lump of fabric, and when I spread it flat, it turned out to be a pair of pants.

No, the material was soft.

I tugged at the elastic band.

They were boxers.

A chill ran down my spine... why was there actually a pair of boxers in my pocket?

Judging by the style and size, they should be men's.

There was also lace trim on them, plus a string of English letters.

When I touched the crotch area, it was still slightly damp, which meant they had just been taken off!

My breathing turned rapid.