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Chapter 7

"Hey! You crazy bastard! Put me down!"

Andra frantically shook her body and resisted, but Dustin didn't move. He became an Awoken and became stronger than ever before. He was so strong that she immediately doubted whether this was still a human body. Andra, helpless, was led by Dustin to the professor's room,

"Ack!"

Dustin tossed Andra onto the wide sofa and locked the door as before. Then he started to unbuckle his pants. Seeing this, Andra's face turned pale. She wasn't so naive that she didn't know what this would lead to.

"You, you, you perverted bastard!"

Andra could affirm it. That bastard had gone crazy!

Dustin Airak must have gone insane when he became an Awoken.

Andra hurriedly looked around, looking for something that could be a weapon. Then, realizing that she still had the ashtray in her hand, she hit Dustin's head with all her might without hesitation as he approached her.

Kuang!

"..."

Silence came for a moment. Andra glanced alternately at the ashtray split in exactly two and Dustin's head dripping with blood. Dustin staggered for a moment as he touched the blood flowing from his head with his fingertips. Meanwhile, Andra quickly got off the couch.

'What the hell happened!'

Andra took a deep breath, trying to hide her slightly trembling hands. She was confused. She had only come to see the professor, so why did she have to do this with Dustin Airak?

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Moments later, Dustin got up. The air around him earlier as he staggered towards her was now nowhere to be seen. He muttered in a low voice as he wiped the blood from his hands on his clothes with a fine face.

"It's too real to be a fantasy."

Dustin lifted his head and looked at Andra. Andra was blocked by the wall as she continued her step backwards. She was like a trapped ray. But Andra found something at the desk and soon threatened Dustin. It was a letter opener.

"If you take one more step...!"

"What are you going to do with that?"

"What if I poke one of your eyes?"

As if she really would, Andra raised the small knife and Dustin clicked his tongue.

"You have to know, regardless of whether it's in reality and fantasy, that temper of yours is nasty."

"Do you think this is a fantasy now? Dustin Airak, just be frank. You're drugged, aren't you?"

"What drug? They don't even work. All right, come quietly. I have no patience right now."

"You're the one who's testing my patience, ah...!"

Dustin easily subdued Andra, took the knife, and forced her to lie on the desk. It was like that dream where he went crazy on her body.

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Ugh! Andra let out a low scream as she bumped her chin against the desk. But soon a large, hot hand slipped through her pants and tapped her entrance over her underwear, and she couldn't say anything, as if her throat was blocked.

The thick fingers rubbed her folds through the thin piece of cloth. A strange pleasure ran up her waist. Andra held her breath, forgetting her rebellion. She twisted her waist as suddenly the fingers crawled into her underwear and rolled her cl*toris. Little by little, pre-c*m flowed out and wet her underwear.