The café near the school was peaceful. Lo-fi music played softly. A girl typed on her BacMook like she was hacking an organization. The café was mostly empty—just a few tired students pretending to study in the name of stalking their crushes and a barista who had been steaming milk for the past five minutes like it owed him money.
Ethan sat at a corner table, clutching a cup of hot chocolate like it owed him rent.
Then Jasmine walked in.
Black jacket. Jeans. Ponytail. Sunglasses indoors like she was auditioning for Men in Black: High School Edition.
She slid into the seat opposite him.
Ethan stirred his drink, watching Jasmine tap her fingers restlessly on the table.
"Give me the pen?" she asked.
Tch! Not even a thank you, at least order some food for me.
He pulled out the pen.
She plugged it in.
The video started playing.
The footage was crystal clear. The teacher's desk. The camera angle. A few female students adjusting their skirts. One girl looked directly toward the camera unknowingly while bending down. Video of him touching the girls inappropriately.
Jasmine's eyes turned cold. "This sick bastard…"
She clicked through more clips. Some showed the teacher talking to girls alone, cornering them.
"Do you know what this means?" she asked quietly.
"No," Ethan answered while sipping the hot chocolate.
"This means we have enough to bury him."
" No shit, Ms Spy, thank you for stating the obvious."
She didn't smile." Everything is clear in this video, but we can't go straight to the board,I think his backers are there."
Ethan leaned back. "So what's your plan?"
She didn't even blink," Simple, I will beat him in his own game, Even though that guy has power, he thinks he is smart, he has everything in his palm , but a small dick energy man like him who only thinks with his dick is very easy to control."
Ethan nearly spat the chocolate when he heard that. Wow she doesn't hold back.
" I know he has been eyeing on me for a long time," She continued." I knew I was gonna be the next target."
So she knew.
" But this time before he made any move, I made a honeytrap for him."
"How?" Ethan asked with a serious expression on his face.
" A simple wink did a job.' She said with a casual smile."
Hmm, this could be dangerous, she planned everything, but it's not a foolproof plan.She is going to be in danger in this plan.
Whatever, I'm going with her if anything happens I just have to use my masterstroke Bond-Wick.
" What if this plan fails," Ethan asked.
"Then you will see the true power." She took out her phone and got closer to him and whispered, her soft breath gave goosebumps to Ethan.
At that exact moment—
Rhea stepped into the cafe.
She paused.
She saw Jasmine leaning forward, whispering to Ethan. He was smiling. Jasmine was pointing at her phone, but it looked like they were sharing something intimate.
Her heart skipped again.
Why am I following him?
Why does it bother me so much?
"When are you going to meet him?"
" Not you, when are we going to meet him, after all you are my partner?"
Ethan paused for a moment, surprised. " Ahem," He cleared his throat," When are we going to meet him?"
" After 30 minutes," she replied.
As they talked, a figure ducked behind the wall near them. Rhea. Hoodie on.
Ethan caught her reflection in the glass.
"Is that…" he narrowed his eyes.
Jasmine turned. " What are you gonna do about that wild thing? And why is she scratching the wall like a cat while looking at me like she is going to kill me?
"You noticed?"
" Of course."
Ethan sighed and waved her over. "Just come sit, Rhea. We saw you."
Rhea peeked, panicked, and tried to casually walk in like she'd just arrived.
"Hey," she said. "Funny seeing you both here. Totally not stalking or anything. Hello President. Hello Ethan." She sat beside Ethan." Started sipping the hot chocolate not realising Ethan was drinking it.
This girl can't even lie properly, casually told she was stalking us. "Hey, that's mine."
Rhea paused, her face bright red, she can't even hide her embarrassment. What are you doing? You fool.
Jasmine raised an eyebrow. "You good?"
" Yes." Rhea took the menu and ordered a hot chocolate for her.
"Why are you following us, Rhea?" Ethan asked." And don't lie."
"No," Rhea said quickly. Then added, "Okay, yes."
"I saw you both on the rooftop, I was just going to take a stroll, then I saw both of you kissing and the president even touched you there, her hand going up and low." Rhea replied, but she couldn't even look at their faces when saying the last line.
Ethan dropped the cup, he doesn't have any words for what type of scene Rhea was thinking.
Jasmine looked at her like she just lost a few braincells, she looked at Ethan, he just nodded her.
Jasmine gave her a quick summary about everything from the start.
Rhea's expression darkened." That disgusting prick, we should just cut his dick and make him eat it."
Ethan looked at her with his mouth open, it was surprising for him that the innocent, sweet Rhea swore loudly in front of the people.
"Calm down," Jasmine softly said, seeing all the students looking at them.
Rhea, feeling awkward, sat down," So, what's the plan?"
This time Ethan told her all about the plan.
Rhea blinked. "You're seriously going alone?"
"She won't be alone," Ethan said firmly. "I'll be nearby. Watching."
Rhea nodded. "Good. I'm also going with you."
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It was quiet, with only the hum of nearby streetlights in the distance. Jasmine stood in the center of the courtyard, her phone in hand. She looked calm.
Ethan and Rhea hid behind a nearby wall, watching carefully.
Soon, the teacher arrived. His face twisted into a smug grin the moment he saw her.
"You really came," he said. "You're either bold… or stupid."
Jasmine didn't answer.
The teacher stepped closer—and four rough-looking men emerged from behind him, surrounding her slowly.
"I figured you were up to something, when you regularly started visiting my office and suddenly you told all the girls to not use that bathroom . So I came prepared," he said. "You're not the first to threaten me. They all went quiet too."
"Ethan, let's go, she is in danger."
" Don't worry everything is all right."
Jasmine didn't even flinch," Heh! Even a small dick energy man like you had some brain left."
Professor Green's eyebrows twitched," Don't worry , you will know it, I'm going to enjoy you slowly." He stepped closer and signaled the four men to bring her.
They jumped at her.
"Yo, Farty."
The four thugs who were in the air suddenly rolled in the air, everyone was surprised. Jasmine looked at the voice behind her.
The four men instantly bowed before, kneeled, and gave a full kowtow," We greet the young master, who has a hidden dragon, higher than the heavens."
Oye, there is something wrong with your words.
"Why are you kneeling in front of that peasant?" Professor Green shouted.
Ethan looked at them, they understood like it was their primal instinct.
The leader, who Ethan called farty, gave a fast jab to the teacher he couldn't even react to protect himself.
With a grunt he seized the teacher's leg and started dragging him towards Ethan.
Ethan squatted in front of the teacher, his eyes cold," What did you say to me, say it again?"
Professor Green couldn't say any words, in fact the jab's impact was so powerful on his neck that he couldn't even produce any words.
He kicked him so hard in the face, that he rolled sideways.
"Say it you fucker? What did you say about my family?
Started kicking him everywhere, in an instant the teacher's body was covered in blood.
The four thugs looked at each other, "He took it easy on us."
Seeing how angry he was and trying to kill him, both Rhea and Jasmine grabbed him.
"Ethan, stop it, you are going to kill him."
Then, from the corner of the courtyard, three luxury black cars pulled in.
From one car, a tall old man stepped out, dressed in a tailored navy coat, silver cufflinks, and shoes that probably cost more than Ethan's apartment rent. His cane didn't even touch the ground properly—pure aesthetic.
The teacher blinked.
The thugs stopped moving.
The old man gave a polite nod to Jasmine. "I came as promised."
Several well-dressed men stepped out, followed by a tall old man in a tailored suit. His presence was commanding and refined.
The old man walked forward, flanked by bodyguards. "That's enough young man.
With his remaining strength, he tried to reach his pocket for the phone.
"No one's answering your calls," the old man said coldly. "Vice principal? Department head? Your board connections? Already behind bars. Now it's your turn."
"Who are you?" Professor Green asked in a weak voice.
Jasmine stepped aside. "My grandfather and the chairman of this university."
He looked at her. "Shall we call the police?"
So that's why she was so confident, everything was under her control from the start.But I think I should also do something before he goes behind bar
Ethan stepped forward. "Actually… Sir, I have a better idea."
The old man wanted to deny, but Jasmine stopped him," Let's listen to his idea first grandfather."
The Next Day – Campus Courtyard
A pathetic figure stood in the middle of the quad. Hair messed up. Clothes torn. Face swollen.
The disgraced teacher held two cardboard signs:
"I'm scum."
"I Am Trash."
"Please Throw Eggs at Me."
Nearby, a banner was tied between two poles:
"Hit the Teacher = 1 Bonus Mark. Sponsored by the Chairman."
There was even a price list.
1 Egg Hit = +1 Mark.
Face Hit = +2.
Headshot=+3.
A bucket full of eggs sat on a table nearby.
A line of students had already formed.
The first throw hit him right in the nose. The courtyard erupted in laughter and cheers.
"Boom! I want that math mark!" someone shouted.
Jasmine watched from a distance, arms crossed. Rhea stood beside her, grinning
Victims of the teacher—girls who had been too scared to speak before—walked up, one by one, and took their shot. Some laughed. Others cried. Many said thank you.
Ethan stood nearby, quietly watching. He looked at the students laughing and throwing eggs in the background. The teacher was covered in yolk, his career and ego in pieces.
" One Down." He muttered.