Chapter 298

The sight of Jackson's smug face made Lemira nauseous; she couldn't even eat dinner. What a jerk!

After a grueling workout, she trudged back to her dorm, utterly exhausted. All she wanted was a hot shower and sleep. She went to fill her water cup, only to find the cooler empty. Licking her parched lips, she regretted not buying water earlier.

"Lemira, I have some soda," Clara offered, extending a bottle. Lemira glanced at it but refused.

Anxious, Clara said, "Lemira, I'm sorry about this afternoon. Please, let's not fight."

Lemira took the bottle, twisted the cap, then hesitated, meeting Clara's hopeful gaze. She replaced the bottle.

Clara, visibly nervous, asked, "Lemira, why aren't you drinking? Are you still mad at me?"

"If you apologize sincerely, Clara, maybe we can move on."

"But I already did apologize!"

Lemira grabbed the bottle and forced it to Clara's lips. "Then you drink it."

Clara struggled, as if it were poison. Lemira released her; Clara rushed aside, spitting it out.

Lemira watched coldly. "What's wrong? Is the soda poisoned?"

Coughing, Clara sneered, "Even if you don't drink it, you won't escape today!" A malicious smile spread across her face.

At that moment, the bathroom door on the balcony swung open. Jackson emerged, wearing a dress and wig, obviously in disguise.

He eyed Lemira. "You acted so high and mighty today, didn't you? Demanded I lick your shoes, huh? Well, later you'll be licking something for me."

Clara laughed sinisterly. "Yes, we'll record it. Then she'll have to listen to us." She was eager to see the school goddess brought low.

Jackson approached Lemira. "Just submit, sleep with me. Otherwise, I'm not above hitting a woman!"

Lemira stepped back and landed a powerful punch to Jackson's face. He staggered. With a swift kick, she sneered, "For someone like you, even if you were a prostitute, no one would give you a second glance. You're that repulsive and sleazy!"

Jackson, nearly knocked out, struggled to his feet. "You'll pay for this, Lemira!"

Lemira stomped on his foot, dragged him to the dorm door, and threw him out. Panic flooded his face as he lay in the hallway.

"Everyone, come out! There's a creep in disguise sneaking into our dorm! Let's get him!" Lemira shouted.

Terrified, Jackson scrambled towards the stairs. Lemira kicked him again, sending him tumbling down. Girls emerged to find a man in a dress and wig. Some grabbed brooms; others filmed the spectacle with their phones.

Jackson tried to shield his face. "Stop filming! I'm telling you to stop!"

"Well, look at the nerve on this creep. He looks familiar."

"I know him! He's Jackson, the college team captain."

"Damn, he always seemed so respectable. Turns out he's a total freak!"

Attempting to flee, Jackson was again felled by Lemira. Looking down at him, she commanded, "No one said you could get up. Crawl out of our dorm!"

It was a moment of vindication for all the girls who had suffered because of him.

"Yes, crawl!"