"Catch that fucker!"
"Come here, you little whiny pervert!"
"You dare peep at my girl! I'll tear you apart!"
A scrawny teen bolted through the academy courtyard like his life depended on it. Maybe fifteen, maybe sixteen , at least that's how old he looked. Malnourished, skin and bones, rags flapping around his thin frame. Not because he chose to wear rags, but because of the fine gentlemen behind him tearing his clothes whenever they caught him.
Yeah, life wasn't fair.
Cassian Veyne , that was his glorious name , had never once been on the winning side of anything. And right now, survival was his only talent.
He darted around a corner, lungs burning, when his shoulder slammed into a door. The door gave way, and before he realized it, he was in the female washroom.
Silence.
Six girls. Six beautiful girls. All of them half naked, some covering their chests, others frozen in shock. One even had soap dripping down her curves.
Cassian's eyes widened, but not out of lust. His ribs ached so bad from running, he couldn't even enjoy the show.
"Fuck me…" he muttered under his breath, though for all the wrong reasons.
The window. That was his salvation. His gaze locked on the open frame.
Without hesitation, he sprinted forward, jumped onto the ledge, and turned back to face his pursuers. The boys skidded to a halt at the washroom entrance, faces twisted in rage. But none of them dared step inside not with half the sect's beauties glaring at them.
Cassian grinned, raised a hand in mock salute, and leapt out the window.
"Come back here, Cassian Veyne! YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
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"Yeah… Cassian Veyne, that's me."
BANG!
He landed on his butt on the dirt outside.
"Ouch! My ass!" He groaned, clutching his back before scrambling to his feet and bolting down the alley.
Where was I? Right, introductions. Cassian Veyne. That's me. As for the "son of a bitch" part… well, can't really argue. Never met my mom, but I'm sure she's a bitch.
Tch. Forget her. Let's focus on me.
You're probably wondering how I ended up like this, right? Alright, let me take you down memory lane.
Three years ago, I turned sixteen. Yeah, motherfucker, sixteen. Don't let the cooked body fool you, I was still young and fresh back then. I'm nineteen now, sigh. Don't ask why the heavens blessed me with a chopped face and a skeleton body. Even a two out of ten girl wouldn't open her legs for a dude like me. I'm sure WE can all relate, right?
Anyway, three years ago I somehow got admitted into this academy. A cultivation school. A place where geniuses became legends, where fairies and prodigies trained to pierce the heavens.
Guess what? I was the joke of the entire place.
While the others broke through realms like hot knife through butter, I stayed stuck at the first stage. Two years. Two whole fucking years. Everyone else was at stage nine, flexing their glowing dantian and their shiny swords. Me? Still struggling to light a spark. Damn, maybe the gap was that wide.
The academy called me hopeless trash and booted me out. Expelled, discarded, forgotten.
Fucking academy. What if I was a late bloomer, huh? What if I just needed a bit more time? Nope. Didn't matter.
And don't get me started on my family. My mom and dad bailed on me before I was even out of diapers. My foster mom? Sold me for three bronze coins. Three. You know what you can buy with that? Not even lunch. Not even a half-rotten meat bun.
So yeah. That's my life. Kicked out as a disciple, rehired as a damn cleaner just so I wouldn't starve. One year of sweeping floors and scrubbing toilets in the same academy that spat on me.
And in that year, guess what? Every bastard here decided I was fair game. Disciples, teachers, even the sect dogs, all of them hunted me down just to blow off steam.
One girl even told me she'd rather sleep with a goblin than kiss me. A goblin. Imagine the blow to my self esteem. Not that I had much to begin with.
So how did I end up in this situation just now? Easy. Those four idiots chasing me? My old classmates. They've been on my neck since the day I picked up a broom. Today they tried to set me up. Said a girl in their dorm wanted to "talk" to me. Yeah, right.
Turns out she was naked. And now they're screaming that I'm a pervert.
Backfired beautifully. Who's laughing now, bastards?
Phew. But damn… those tits. What a sight.
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