It's already too late.

Because the drug has already started to take effect.

Not just for Daisy Young, but for himself as well.

"So hot, I'm so hot..."

Daisy Young began to lose herself on the bed.

She first took off her shirt.

Then, she removed her bra, twirling it several times in her hand, then started pulling at her skirt.

In the blink of an eye.

The skirt was off too.

Only a pair of black panties remained.

Her right hand slipped through the panties, reaching her most secretive place and began to move.

Her tongue stuck out from her mouth, licking her lips, making her appear irresistible.

Dirk Carter didn't move.

Even though the desire within him had surged to its peak.

But he kept gripping the bed sheets tightly with his hands.

He knew very well, this was a trap, set by someone who wanted him to get involved with Daisy Young.

Yet the scene before him was too intensely stimulating.

After a bout of self-consolation, Daisy Young still wasn't satisfied.

She simply stripped away the last layer of barrier.

Looking towards Dirk Carter.

Her eyes resembled those of a ravenous wolf.

Dirk Carter couldn't shout out.

But in his mind, he kept screaming, "Don't come over, don't come over, please don't come over."

What good would that do?

Daisy Young was already in front of him.

Her slender fingers climbed to his neck, her lips greedily kissing wherever they could reach - his neck, earlobes, or any place.

Dirk Carter's mental defenses, like a fragile dike, began to crack under the constant flood erosion.

He was toppled by Daisy Young.

Even though he still tried to resist consciously.

But Daisy Young had already broken down.

Her eyes reddened, while her lips and tongue roamed over every inch of Dirk Carter's chest.

Finally, unable to contain herself, she unbuckled Dirk Carter's belt and quickly pulled down his pants.

The towering pillar was already poised for action.

Upon seeing it, Daisy Young couldn't wait any longer.

After a few caresses with her hand, she opened her mouth wide, eagerly taking it in as if relishing a delicious popsicle.

Every act was mechanical.

All driven solely by desire.

When Daisy Young spread her legs apart and mounted, Dirk Carter clearly saw the flowing streams already cascading out from the flower bush, uncontrollably.

With a slurp, they were united.

Daisy Young ecstatically tilted her neck upwards.

Her hips began to move instinctively; her hands fervently kneading her own breasts, and amidst this stimulation, drool even dripped from the corners of her mouth...

The wall of consciousness finally split wide open.

A torrent of floodwaters gushed out.

At that moment, Dirk Carter also lost control.

He grasped Daisy Young's waist, swaying in rhythm.

As if that wasn't enough.

He flipped her over, pressing Daisy Young beneath him, her legs spread wide as he thrust forward...

What happened after that, Dirk Carter didn't know.

In a hazy consciousness, he vaguely remembered being intensely wild with Daisy Young for a long time.

Once, twice, thrice...

The two seemed like robots drained of power, and by the time it all ended, they were almost in a state of unconsciousness.

When they woke up again.

No one knew how much time had passed.

They only felt a pervasive soreness, and upon opening their eyes, saw Daisy Young staring wide-eyed at him.

"Daisy Young, I..."

Dirk Carter was startled, sitting up abruptly.

Daisy Young, embarrassed, sat up with him, saying, "You don't need to explain, I still remember what happened, it's not your fault."

At this moment, Daisy Young was still naked.

Her fair skin was marked with traces from last night, and even between her legs, where the butterfly fluttered, was red and swollen, indicating just how wild the night had been.

"How... how did you get caught here?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Daisy Young patted her head and said, "I remember I was buying something in the supermarket, after walking out, an old man came asking for directions, then... then something must have shocked me, and I knew nothing after that, how about you?"

Dirk Carter also recounted his experience.

At that moment, they both realized the seriousness of the situation.

Before the party school started classes.

The two didn't know each other at all.

After the semester started, they got along quite amicably, but no romantic feelings developed between them.

Whether targeting Daisy Young or himself, the person behind the setup must have had the cooperation of someone from the party school.

Could it be Rasco Shaw?

The first name that appeared in Dirk Carter's mind was this one.

Thinking of this.

Dirk Carter instinctively looked around the room.

No surveillance devices were found, but their missing phones had reappeared on the TV cabinet, meaning someone had entered the room while they were unconscious, having seen them entwined together.

Picking up the phone to check the time.

Both were stunned.

They had gone out on Sunday afternoon.

Now it was already Tuesday morning.

"What do we do now?"

Daisy Young asked.

Dirk Carter exhaled a long breath, saying, "The storm is coming, we can only take it step by step, let's get back to school first, but be mentally prepared, the school may already be waiting for us."

Daisy Young nodded.

Saying, "Alright then, whatever comes must come."

The two quickly dressed.

At this point, the room door could be opened normally.

When walking out of the hotel, Dirk Carter realized, Daisy Young was really put through the wringer by him the night before.

Even when walking, her legs didn't close properly.

"Are you okay?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Daisy Young bitterly smiled, saying, "How can I be okay, my lower body is killing me, were you not with a woman for decades, taking it all out on me?"

Dirk Carter scratched his head, unsure how to explain.

After all, without the drug, this kind of prowess would overwhelm most women, and with the aphrodisiac, the strength must be exponentially increased; such outcome was actually within normal range.

Logically, their situation shouldn't allow them to return to school.

But at the gate, the security didn't stop them, after registering their names, he called the school, and about five minutes later, Vice-Principal Sheila Walsh hurried over.

This Sheila Walsh was one of the vice-principals of the party school.

Helen Fletcher had told him, Sheila Walsh was her close friend, and he could seek her help if anything happened.

But now, perhaps seeking help would be futile.

"What's the matter with you two?"

As soon as Sheila Walsh reached them, she asked, slightly scolding.

Dirk Carter and Daisy Young recounted their ordeal.

Sheila Walsh sighed and asked, "Do you have any proof?"

Dirk Carter and Daisy Young exchanged a glance, both shaking their heads.

Sheila Walsh said, "You two absent without reason, should be dealt with, an hour ago, the school's party committee received an anonymous report; it had a USB drive with it, I saw it, it contains photos of you together... like that."

Shock.

Yet not too shocking.

Unexpected yet also expected.

No one would orchestrate this plot just for Dirk Carter and Daisy Young to experience some physical pleasure.

"Who is the informer?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Sheila Walsh shook her head, saying, "It's an anonymous report, now your affair has already caused a huge stir, it's known across the school, but let's leave that aside, come with me to the Disciplinary Committee, both of you, prepare for the worst."

Go to the Disciplinary Committee? Prepare for the worst?

That indicated the situation might already be beyond recovery.

"Oh, who do we have here? Our notorious playboy and wanton princess? That was quite a show in the photos I saw, really captivating."

How convenient.

Just as they reached the entrance of the administrative building, they ran into Kim Churchill and Cody White coming down the stairs.

Following behind them was Burrell Yule.

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