Chapter 154

Chapter 154

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[Translator – Clara]

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Chapter 154

Chapter 154: The Drinking Game (3)

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The female dormitory supervisor, responsible for the girls’ dorm, opened the door and peered into the room. “Something seems strange? I thought I heard something.”

Inside the quiet room, with the window dimly lit by the moon, there were just some thick clouds drifting slowly across the sky.

Various sounds...

If you listened carefully, you could hear quiet breathing.

The supervisor cautiously looked around the room to ensure the students weren’t awake.

...

Everyone was quietly lying on their beds, their heads covered with blankets. Nothing seemed amiss, so the supervisor scratched her head in confusion.

“Did I hear wrong?”

But she wouldn’t know. She would never know that she didn’t hear wrong.

In fact, at this moment, some rather peculiar scenes were unfolding within the cocoon-like blankets in which everyone was hiding.

“Hey, move away a bit. You’re too close.”

“How can I move away? Do you want to get expelled together?”

Under the blankets, Bianca was lying with the blanket pulled over her head, and right below her, Tudor was lying rigidly, practically on top of her.

The two of them were engaged in a fierce, silent struggle, despite their usual animosity.

They heard their hearts pounding so loudly that they thought they’d be heard. They were clutching each other to keep their emotions in check.

“Argh! Why did you have to end up on my bed of all places?”

“The situation was dire, and I had no choice!”

“It’s gross, so stop whispering in my ear. Your breath is hitting my ear!”

“Shh! We might get caught!”

Tudor and Bianca pushed their hearts to their limit as they huddled together, trying to restrain their rising panic.

They both raised their heads and noticed the shadow of the supervisor, illuminated faintly by the moonlight, drawing closer on the other side of the white blanket.

“Ugh!”

Tudor and Bianca both jumped in shock as the supervisor’s shadow approached them.

The normally contentious pair clung to each other, making the previously unusually tall blanket bunch up a bit lower.

And this phenomenon was common to all the other beds in the room.

Meanwhile, Dolores, lying under her bed with the blanket pulled over her head, was reflecting on the recent turn of events.

Where had it all gone wrong? How had everything ended up like this?

Just seconds before the door had opened, she had hurriedly jumped into her bed, snuffed out all the candles, and drawn the blanket over herself.

Everything had happened in the blink of an eye.

The original residents of the room, female students, had rushed into their own beds, and the closest male students had followed them onto those beds. Once everyone was under the covers, the lights went out.

Dolores, with her extraordinary observational skills and memory, could recall exactly which male student had followed which female student into the beds. She knew the lights had gone out just as the couples had settled in their respective beds.

Clearly, Tudor had gone into Bianca’s bed, Figgy into Sinclaire’s bed, and Sancho into...

However, the female and male ratios worked out such that one female student had to hide a male student. That meant...

“Who’s on my bed?”

Dolores remembered the face of the male student who had been closest to her.

Vikir.

As she thought about his indifferent expression, Dolores’s face suddenly turned bright red. Vikir was going to enter her bed soon.

She didn’t know what to do in this situation she had never experienced before. Dolores grabbed the corner of the blanket, and her hands became moist.

...

...

But why wasn’t Vikir getting into her bed even after some time had passed?

Ironically, Dolores was the one feeling anxious as the crucial moment neared. The dorm supervisor might enter at any moment, so what was he doing in such a hurry?

“...?”

Dolores lowered the blanket slightly and looked outside the bed, while Vikir stood silently, staring at the corner of the ceiling.

“It’s time.”

The youngsters were moderately drunk and having a good time. Now, everyone would either lie down in their beds and sleep or return to the dormitory.

Vikir seized this opportunity to escape through the hole in the ceiling, planning to assassinate Quilt. He figured he had already built a sufficient alibi at this point.

“Since I’m going to disappear anyway, I guess they’ll just get scared and head back to the boys’ dormitory,” he thought.

So Vikir chose this moment to disappear, avoiding everyone’s gaze. Just as he was about to leap towards the ceiling...

...

Some of them stared at each other like Tudor and Bianca, their faces turning red, but most of them seemed to consider it a fun situation.

...However.

There was one person here for whom this incident was not enjoyable.

“! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !”

Saint Dolores, the academy’s student council president.

Despite the supervisor leaving, she was the only one who couldn’t bring herself to get out from under the blanket.

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Cold sweat poured down like rain, her eyes rolled, and her vision flickered.

...She messed up. She really messed up.

A warm, moist sensation was already rising from her lower half. It was so overwhelming that it couldn’t be denied as just sweat or moisture.

And to make matters worse, the color of that liquid was just perfect...

If only she had thrown away her own bed, blanket, and clothes, it wouldn’t have mattered, but the fact that she had completely soaked Vikir’s pants, which had been tightly stuck to her, meant there was no way to hide it.

What about the smell?

What would happen if this fact became known to the outside world?

The dignified and compassionate image she had built up until now would be completely shattered.

About two more years until graduation. It was obvious what kind of nickname would stick with her during that time.

“The Bedwetter.”

It was pitiful. Dolores would probably suffer for years because of this nickname.

Was this going to have a negative impact on the honor of the Quovadis Clan? It could be a great excuse for internal feuds within the family.

Dolores foresaw a negative future and burst into tears.

So why? Even though all the other students had thrown off their blankets and left their beds, she was still curled up under the blanket.

Maybe she didn’t know how to face Vikir, who was on top of her right now.

...And at that very moment.

Rip!

The blanket was forcefully pulled away.

Vikir pushed Dolores away and came out of bed.

No hesitation, no mercy.

“Oh!”

Dolores thought it was really the end. Now Vikir would express disgust about being dirty, and the atmosphere in the room would quickly become awkward. The mood was completely ruined, and countless gossip would be generated.

Her mind was spinning around.

The cold sweat had already drenched her whole body.

Her body was hot, and her tongue wouldn’t obey her.

“...Should I just jump out the window?”

Dolores looked out the window and even had extreme thoughts.

But there was one word that suddenly brought her back to her senses.

“The drinking party is now over.”

Vikir’s deep and firm tone grabbed everyone’s attention. Tudor retrieved a remaining bottle of alcohol from under the bed and looked puzzled.

“What are you talking about? The night is just beginning! The drinking games start now!”

“No. It ends here.”

“...?”

Vikir was so assertive like this for the first time, so Tudor, Sancho, and Figgy all looked at each other with surprised expressions.

Then, Vikir threw off the blanket completely and stepped forward in front of everyone.

His pants were damp and had turned yellow. The sight of it made everyone’s eyes widen as if they were about to pop out.

Naturally, the gazes that had been focused on Vikir’s lower half shifted toward Dolores’s lower half on the bed.

Similarly, the bed and the blanket were both damp and had turned yellow. The expressions of all the men and women in the room were filled with shock.

Dolores, seeing all their eyes falling upon her like arrows, covered her face with both hands.

She felt her self-esteem, despair, shame, self-reproach, helplessness, and screams all swirling endlessly within her.

...

...But right at that moment, there was a lifeline to catch Dolores as she fell into the abyss.

“I drank a lot of alcohol and wet myself.”

It was Vikir’s hand.

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[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

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