Lethal Beauty

Evelyn was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, an absolute knockout.

Ever since she came to our university’s cross-country team as coach, seeing her curvy, sensual figure every day made me have those shameful dreams night after night.

In my dreams, Evelyn and I tangled in bed, inseparable.

To increase our training load, Evelyn applied to the administration and, taking advantage of summer break, brought a few top runners from our team to a campsite on California’s West Coast for special training.

The campsite was by the ocean—we’d trained here at this time last year too.

On the long-distance coach bus to the campsite, I sat beside Evelyn.

Breathing in the intoxicating perfume she gave off, I gradually fell asleep.

In my dream, Evelyn wore a sexy black lingerie set and straddled me.

As we kissed, my whole body jolted—and I came without meaning to.

I woke up in that instant, face burning, and quickly covered myself with my backpack.

But Evelyn had clearly noticed.

She smiled, glanced at the still-obvious bulge, and deliberately leaned close to my ear, asking in a syrupy voice, “Jack, did you have a nightmare?”

“Huh?” I gave an awkward laugh and nodded guiltily. “Yeah, a nightmare. Scared me to death.”

I was so nervous, sweat beading on my forehead, terrified she’d see through my embarrassment.

“It’s okay. I’m right here—you don’t have to be scared.” Evelyn smiled like a flower and wrapped her hand around my arm.

Her generous curves pressed tightly against me, squashed out of shape.

Feeling that warm softness, I almost floated.

Without meaning to, my eyes slid to the tempting cleavage beneath her collar.

Her snow-white neck was like a pair of enchanted hands, locking my gaze in place.

I even swallowed hard, pathetic as I was.

The other guys sitting alongside us couldn’t help shooting me jealous looks.

This special training group was all male. We were always together, so I knew their nature well—each of them, when they saw a beauty, became like a feral cat spotting a mouse, dying to gouge out their eyes and throw them down a woman’s neckline to stare all they wanted.

Now that Evelyn’s soft curves were pressed right against me, no wonder they were green with envy.

Half an hour later, when the bus finally reached the seaside resort area, I clutched my backpack over myself and hurried toward the motel room we’d booked.

“Jack, why are you in such a rush? Wait for me.” Evelyn carried her luggage and quickened her pace behind me, trying to catch up.

But I was desperate to change my jeans—who had time to chat with the gorgeous coach? I tossed back, flustered, “Coach, my stomach hurts. We’ll talk later.”

“Tch, look at you—so frantic.” Evelyn pouted, stamping her foot.

I dashed into the room, stripped my pants, and changed into a fresh set of clothes.

“Hah…”

Only after I’d changed did I finally let out a long breath.

That had been unbearably awkward. Pretty much every teenage boy had been through something like this.

Honestly, having a reaction in front of someone you liked was humiliating.

I tossed my clothes into the bathroom, thinking I’d wash them tonight, and headed out to meet up with the team.

But the moment I opened the door, I ran straight into Evelyn.

Her beautiful eyes shimmered as she asked with a smile, “Jack, does your stomach still hurt?”