Chapter 47: Rumours
[How to seduce younger men]
Alex eyes widened.
Kept scrolling.
[How to kiss someone to make them want you?]
Lilian’s face was BURNING.
"ALEX!"
She tried to close the laptop.
But he held it open.
[How to push down a teenage boy]
Alex stopped.
Stared at the screen.
Lilian went completely still.
Face buried in his shoulder.
"...Lilian?"
"Don’t."
"’Push down?’"
"I said don’t."
He kept scrolling.
[Best positions for older women with younger men]
[How to be confident in bed after years alone]
[What do teenage boys find attractive]
Alex’s grin grew wider.
And wider.
"Oh my god, Lilian."
"STOP READING!"
She tried to grab the laptop.
But he held it away.
Still scrolling.
[How to touch a man’s—]
SLAM!
She finally managed to close the laptop.
Breathing hard. Face completely red.
Still on his back. Arms around him, those full, white breasts lay on him.
"You... saw nothing."
"I saw everything."
"No you didn’t."
"’How to push down a teenage boy?’"
She made a strangled sound.
"I was just... researching."
"For what?"
"FOR SCIENCE!"
He laughed. Turned slightly.
She was still clinging to him.
Face buried in his shoulder.
Refusing to look at him.
"Lilian."
"Go away."
"You searched for kissing tutorials?"
"I hate you."
"And positions?"
"I HATE YOU SO MUCH."
He was laughing now. Tears come up.
"You are obsessed with me."
"Shut up—"
"Completely obsessed."
"I am not—"
"’What do teenage boys find attractive?’"
She hit his shoulder. Weakly.
"Stop..."
"You are soo adorable, Auntie ~"
.....
7 hours later.
Next morning.
Alex woke up slowly. The bed smelled like her perfume.
Sweet. Floral. Warm.
He sat up. Lilian was gone.
Last night they talked for hours. Exposed every embarrassing secret.
No filters left at all!
Then they finally fell asleep, exhausted.
He got dressed. Walked downstairs.
Saw her in the kitchen.
That figure. Those curves, that round, full butt!
He walked up behind her. Wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Morning~"
She jumped. "Alex!"
He pressed closer. Buried his face in her hair.
"You smell so good..."
"Let go—"
"So soft..."
His arms tightened around her.
"I could just eat you up."
Her face went red. "Stop it!"
"Why?"
"Because I am cooking!"
"So?"
"So let go!"
But he just nuzzled her neck.
She tried to focus. Tried to keep cooking.
But her hands were shaking.
"Alex... seriously..."
"Mmm?"
"I said—don’t touch me!"
"Why not?"
"Because I am a pervert, remember?!"
"So am I."
"That is not—just—"
She shoved the plate at him. Face burning.
"Take your breakfast and GO!"
He laughed. Finally, let go.
Took the plate.
"You know..." He grinned. "As a thank you..."
"What?"
"I could leave you my gym shorts."
"The ones I just worked out in."
Her face went crimson.
"GET OUT!"
She pushed him toward the door.
He was laughing. Walking backward.
"Fresh from training!"
"I HATE YOU!"
"Still warm!"
"ALEX!"
School.
Alex walked through the gates.
"ALEX!"
Bob ran over,Grinning.
"Dude! You are famous!"
"What?"
"The video! The trial paper thing!"
Bob pulled out his phone. Showed him.
A video. Alex is ripping the paper in class.
Mr. Zhang’s shocked face.
Comments flooding in.
[This guy is insane!]
[Student of Light!]
[Alex for president!]
[I want to be like him when I grow up]
The view count? Over 50,000.
"You are literally the hottest topic in school right now!"
Bob was almost jumping.
"They are calling you the Student of Light!"
"Can you believe it?"
Alex smiled.
"Anyone can rip paper."
"But to rip it elegantly..."
He made a tearing motion. Smooth. Dramatic.
"With style. With confidence."
"That takes talent."
Bob laughed. "There he is!"
Then stopped. Looked at Alex closer.
Tilted his head.
"Wait."
"What?"
"Why are you so... happy?"
Alex blinked. "What?"
"You are like... glowing."
Bob squinted at him.
"Did something good happen?"
Alex grinned. Could not help it.
"Maybe."
"WHAT?!" Bob grabbed his shoulders.
"Tell me! What happened?!"
"Nothing big."
"Liar! You are smiling like an idiot!"
Alex leaned closer. Whispered.
"I made progress."
"Progress with what?"
"With my goddess."
Bob’s eyes went WIDE.
"GODDESS?!"
He looked around. Lowered his voice.
"You mean... Raven?!"
Alex shook his head.
Bob frowned. "Not Raven?"
"Nope."
"Then who?"
"She is better."
"Better than Raven?!" Bob’s jaw dropped.
"Who in this school is better than—"
"Not in school."
Bob froze. "What?"
"She is not a student."
"Then who—"
Alex grinned wider.
"She has more... charm."
"More mature."
Bob blinked. Processing.
"Mature... you mean like..."
"Like an older sister type?"
"Higher."
"Higher?!"
Bob’s eyes widened.
"You mean..."
"Auntie type."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Bob stared. Mouth open.
"YOU LIKE AN AUNTIE?!"
"Shh!" Alex covered his mouth.
"Not so loud!"
Bob pushed his hand away.
"AN AUNTIE?!"
"Alex, what the hell?!"
"Calm down—"
"An AUNTIE?!"
Then Bob stopped.
Looked at Alex.
Really looked.
"Wait."
"What?"
"It is you."
"Yeah?"
"You are the guy who ripped a trial paper."
"Talk shit in front of the whole grade during lecture."
Bob nodded slowly.
"Actually... this makes sense."
"See?"
"Of course you would go for an auntie."
"Thank you!"
"You freak."
"Hey!"
Bob pulled out his phone.
Started typing furiously.
Alex leaned over. "What are you doing?"
"Helping you."
"Helping how?"
Bob grinned. Showed him the screen.
A dating website.
Profile creation page.
"NO!"
"Too late!"
[Young energetic boy seeking mature single auntie!]
[Age range: 30-45]
[Interests: Cooking, caring, teaching me things~]
"BOB!"
"What? I am being helpful!"
"Delete that!"
"No way!"
Alex lunged for the phone.
Bob dodged. Still typing.
"Alex."
They both turned.
The principal. Standing there.
Gray suit. Stern face.
"Come to my office."
"Please."
Alex raised an eyebrow.
"Am I in trouble?"
"Just come."
The principal turned. Walked away.
Alex looked at Bob.
"You ass better delete that shit when I get back! "
"Nah, i am helping you to get more options!"
"WTf, I don’t need options from the internet! They are weird!"
Alex followed the principal.
Through the hallways. Up the stairs.
To the administrative building.
The principal’s office.
Door opened. They went inside.
Large desk. Bookshelves.
And wigs.
So many wigs.
On stands. On shelves. In glass cases.
Brown ones. Black ones. Blonde ones.
Long. Short. Curly. Straight.
Alex blinked. "Uh..."
The principal sat down. Gestured to a chair.
"Sit."
Alex sat.
The principal turned on his computer.
Screen lit up.
Browser history visible.
Search terms everywhere.
[Alex tears trial paper]
[Alex ride old lady cross street]
[Alex gives Minecraft bad review]
[Alex planned 9/11]
[Alex attacked Pearl Harbor]
Alex’s eye twitched.
"What the—"
The principal touched one of his wigs.
A brown wavy one.
Adjusted it slightly.
Then sighed. Long. Deep.
"Alex."
"Yes, sir?"
"Was it fun?"
"Was what fun?"
"Tearing the paper."
Pause.
"In front of everyone."
"Making a scene."
Alex leaned back. Grinned.
"Yeah. Pretty fun."
The principal closed his eyes.
Another sigh.
"Do you know what happened after?"
"I became famous?"
"You became a headache."
The principal opened his eyes.
"Parents are calling."
"Asking why we allow students to disrespect teachers."
"Teachers are calling."
"Asking if they still have authority."
"And the media..."
He gestured at the screen.
At the ridiculous search results.
"They are having a field day."
Alex looked at the screen again.
[Alex attacked Pearl Harbor]
"I mean... that one is clearly not me."
"I know that!"
The principal rubbed his temples.
"But the internet does not care."
"They are making memes. Edits. Conspiracy theories."
He clicked something.
A video played.
Alex. In black and white. Photoshopped.
Standing next to a fighter plane.
Caption: "The truth they don’t want you to know."
Alex burst out laughing.
"That is actually pretty good!"
"Alex!"
"Sorry, sorry."
The principal turned off the screen.
Leaned back. Touched another wig.
A sleek black one.
"Why do you have so many wigs?" Alex asked.
"Stress."
"From students like you."
Pause.
"I started balding at 30."
"Now I am 45."
He gestured at his collection.
"Each wig represents a crisis I survived."
Alex looked at the shelves.
Had to be at least 50 wigs.
"...That is a lot of crises."
"And you just added another one."
The principal leaned forward.
"I might have to ask you to keep it down a bit, can you do it?"