Chapter 67: Execution

Kiro laid on his bed, buck naked and blissfully unaware of the events that were taking place in his dorm room. Ursa and Isaac's plan was to get him expelled or even better imprisoned. Underage drinking was no joke, sexual assault was even a much bigger deal.

The drug she used wouldn't be detectable even with the technology as it was. She had gotten it at a dark market, the price was steep but she wasn't the one paying. Even if there wasn't proof, authorities always sided with the one that had a higher societal status.

If she was caught, she had Isaac Blakeson as a backer, so she didn't care much about getting caught.

Kiro was sound asleep, he had no idea of the predicament he was in. If this succeeded, his life was over.

The girl was a cunning one, she'd throw anyone under the bus if it meant marrying Isaac one day.

Even though she had been promised higher status by Isaac, that didn't matter much to her. Their relationship mattered more and she had no problem stepping on someone whose life wouldn't go anywhere anyway.

She saw this stepping stone as chance to help Kiro realise how this society worked. No matter how hard he worked, climbing to the top was nigh impossible.

She loved putting out people's burning lights of hopes. Snuffing the light in people's eyes was something she enjoyed watching.

This seemed to be a popular trait on rich people. Power wasn't enough, so they wanted more, playing with people's lives.

She looked at the unconscious boy, she thought he was handsome. She touched his muscles, they were hard and sturdy. Clearly Kiro's hard work paid off. His face had sharp feature, his lips were full and red as if he had lipstick on.

She thought it was too bad that she couldn't see his eyes, there were plenty of blue eyes in their world but she'd never seen quite like his. They were, unique.

Admiring the beauty before her. She couldn't help but think that, if gods sculpted humans, this human right here would be one of those moulded by gods hands themselves, she was certain.

It was too bad he was born at the most bottom of the barrel. In their world, where you're born decided your destiny and fate, his were looking bleak.

'As it should,' she thought to herself.

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Kiro woke up the next day feeling terrible. He got out of bed and realised he was naked.

'What the?' he thought to himself.

His head was throbbing, he thought it'd explode. He went to the toilet and took headache medicine. He splashed some water on his face.

He then heard snoring coming from his couch, he quickly put on at least underwear and saw that Isla was sleeping there soundly.

He tried remembering last night, he couldn't, the only thing he remembered was a girl called Ursa who gave him a drink. After that, everything was a blur.

"She must've drugged me. F*ck!" He cursed loudly and angrily.

His shouting woke up Isla. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a still naked Kiro.

"Goodness. Why are you still naked!?" She did not want to see this, although she didn't mind at all.

"Still? what do you—did you—" He stammered, his brain was going 100 kilometres per second.

"What? No—"

Isla then remembered how cold Kiro had been to her lately. She got up and shuffled to the door. Kiro quickly put on his shirt and pants, but he still felt naked, as those eyes had already seen him with nothing on at all.

He thought no amount of clothes he had on, could make that feeling go away.

"Wait Isla. Bel, please." he shouted after her.