Murin Tristan returned to the dormitory with a self - satisfied swagger. Today, he had managed to cop a feel, and it had been ages since he'd had such an opportunity. The soft and slippery touch seemed to still linger on his hand, and he was completely smitten.

There was no one in the dormitory; they had all gone to class. Old Ghost's classes were usually attended by everyone except Murin Tristan. He turned on his computer and logged into a classic adult website using a proxy. "Hmm, there are new uploads. New pictures, and they're of his favorite Western babes. Gorgeous faces, bodies that were a temptation to sin, and poses that were outrageously lascivious. Not bad, not bad at all." Murin Tristan widened his eyes, carefully "appreciating" this so - called "human art." He always claimed to view these websites with an artistic eye, but the disgusting drool at the corner of his mouth gave him away.

Murin Tristan fantasized that he was the tall and brawny man on the monitor, while sniffing the lucky hand that had touched Shawbina. "Damn it, why does this woman smell so good? The scent could still linger even through a pair of jeans for so long. Such a fragrant beauty is truly a man's dream in bed." Of course, it also had a lot to do with the fact that he didn't wash his hands. Every time he touched Shawbina, he wouldn't let that hand touch water for days. Whether he was eating, sleeping, walking, going to the toilet, or doing homework, he would use his other hand to wash during a bath, ensuring that it never got wet, more carefully than a policeman protecting a crucial piece of evidence.

After browsing for a few minutes, there were no more new items. Due to the recent crackdown, the once - popular porn culture had disappeared in a short time. Murin Tristan had gone through great trouble, switching through over a dozen search engines, before accidentally finding this website. But the update speed couldn't keep up with his browsing speed, and he had quickly run out of new content. He had already seen the pictures on this website several times, and they were really boring. He then pulled out two collector's edition ones from under his bed. After looking at them twice, he still felt bored. Even the best things would become uninteresting after being seen hundreds of times. Murin Tristan desperately wanted to find a real person to "practice" with. After all, images and animations couldn't provide the tactile sensation or the unique scent of a woman. "Damn it, if I could have Shawbina as my wife, I'd be willing to give up ten, no, twenty years of my life. Of course, the premise is that I can live at least twenty years and one more day. That one day is still needed. If that were the case, it might really be like what those lecherous demons said: 'One day, one time; one time, one day.'"

He lay on the bed, daydreaming until it was time for class to end. The first one to come back was Zhao Jing, the third - oldest in the dormitory. When he saw Murin Tristan, he gave him a thumbs - up. "Sixth, you're amazing!"

Murin Tristan knew he was referring to the fact that he had slept in Old Ghost's class. He said disdainfully, "What's the big deal? This is nothing!" For someone like him who had been skipping classes since childhood as if it were a daily routine, it really wasn't worth mentioning.

Seeing Zhao Jing fussing with his already perfectly - groomed hair, Murin Tristan sighed. "I really admire you. You've got a date tonight, right?" Murin Tristan always referred to Zhao Jing's dates as "hook - ups." He wouldn't believe it if Zhao Jing went on a date and didn't do anything else.

Zhao Jing said proudly, "I met a beauty on the bus a couple of days ago. She's from Normal University. We hit it off while chatting, and tonight we're going to 'cultivate' our relationship."

Murin Tristan tumbled out of bed and cursed as he got up. "Damn it, you can pick up women on the bus?"

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Zhao Jing gave a lecherous laugh. "You should know what my nickname is! That beauty is amazing, especially her boobs. They're huge, like waves, non - stop. So slutty! She's just too slutty! It's impossible not to be attracted. It's a pity there's no 'Sister Act' left. Otherwise, I'd make her unable to get out of bed for three days!"

"Sister Act" - just by the name, many men, especially those with a bit of "depth," would know its effect. That's right, it was an aphrodisiac, a powerful one, and it was made by Murin Tristan.

Although Murin Tristan was lazy, degenerate, and didn't study hard, he was extremely interested in things related to "sex." Once, after seeing an advertisement for "Viagra" on the computer, he couldn't resist the urge to make his own aphrodisiac. After making up his mind, he persevered. He almost ransacked the entire school library and finally found a yellowed old book in a small corner that recorded the method of making aphrodisiacs. What he didn't know at that time was that this book was written by an ancient great pharmacist specifically for herdsmen to facilitate the breeding of horses.

After nearly two months of dedicated research by Murin Tristan, "Sister Act" was born. He made over a hundred pills and used himself as a test subject. As a result, just one pill made his lower body swell for twelve hours and it wouldn't go down. Having suffered enough, Murin Tristan never made it again. However, the other people in the dormitory were very interested in "Sister Act" and divided up the remaining pills. After using them, they praised it, saying that it made their girlfriends feel like they were in heaven, completely defeated, and they fainted several times in one night, greatly satisfying their male egos.

Murin Tristan, who had made the pills for others to enjoy, could only sigh about his bad luck. He had even considered that if he couldn't make a living after graduation, he might as well focus on developing "Sister Act." Maybe he could even surpass "Viagra."

Watching the third - oldest show off his impressive "achievements," Murin Tristan was envious and jealous, feeling extremely depressed. He said viciously, "Go ahead, go ahead. Sooner or later, you'll have to look at the ads on the utility poles by the roadside!"

Zhao Jing ignored Murin Tristan's curse. He pulled out five condoms from under his bed and left with a big laugh. This was another thing Murin Tristan admired about him. Every time he went out, he would definitely bring five condoms. Therefore, Zhao Jing had another nickname, "Zhao Five." People who didn't know might think he was the fifth child in his family.

Murin Tristan thought to himself: In terms of sex, the third - oldest is really a super - human. However, from a scientific and rigorous perspective, it's not impossible that he uses five condoms together. But the probability of this assumption is not high. Judging from what the women who had had flings with the third - oldest said, he had a good reputation. Sigh, I haven't even had a single try. I wonder how many I'd need. But with my novice level, no, I should say my completely inexperienced level, I'm probably far behind this guy.

Not long after, the other people in the dormitory also came back one after another. Some had dates at night, and some were chatting about their sexual experiences. Sex and violence were always indispensable topics for humans. Murin Tristan, a lifelong bachelor and virgin, couldn't get a word in. He was hit hard and didn't even have an appetite for dinner. He lay on the bed like a dead pig until 7:30.

There was a higher - mathematics class at night. Murin Tristan felt annoyed. "I'm not going. Damn it, what's the school thinking? Why do we need to take higher - mathematics when we're studying medicine? Do we need to use calculus when collecting money in the future?" With this thought, Murin Tristan mentally cursed the female direct relatives within eighteen generations of the person who had decided to offer the higher - mathematics course. He wasn't interested in those beyond eighteen generations. He didn't want to accidentally reach the era of apes. Although Murin Tristan was a lecher, he wasn't that "adventurous."

Lying in bed, thinking about how to spend the rest of the day, Murin Tristan finally decided to go to the night market. He hadn't gone out for fun in a long time. Strolling in the night market was a great way to kill time. Maybe there would be unexpected surprises on the way there and back, especially when the bus was crowded. If you had experience and found the right spot, when the bus braked suddenly, there might be a pair of, well, female - specific "feeding" things hitting your face. Of course, the "open - minded" Murin Tristan wouldn't mind such an "accident" at all.