Sid cursed, his face flushing with anger. He slammed his body into the door again, and again, each impact punctuated by a louder groan from within. The room was filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin and heavy breathing.

With one final, furious slam, the lock gave way and the door swung open. Paper hearts taped above the frame fluttered down around him as the door flew wide. The scene froze in place before him.

Sid froze, his eyes widening in shock as the scene unfolded before him. The student council president stood with his pants around his ankles, his bare ass on full display. Behind him, bent over the desk, was the secretary, her skirt hiked up.

Her face was flushed, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as the president's hips jerked forward one last time. With a final, guttural moan, the president's body shuddered. A thick stream of cum erupted from his twitching cock, splattering against secretary's inner thighs and pooling on the desk beneath her.

The secretary let out a shuddering gasp, her own orgasm crashing over her as she clenched tightly around the president's shaft. Big D stood frozen, his phone held out in front of him, recording every detail in crisp 4K resolution.

"Holy shit! Are you all seeing this?! This is real! The president, the secretary… caught live! Sid just busted in on the biggest scandal this school's ever seen!"

And the stream exploded with comments.

"Ah—Happy Valentine's?" the president stammered, caught red-handed.

But Sid didn't stop. He stepped forward, fury burning in his eyes. He shoved the secretary aside and drove his fist straight into the president's face.

"You humiliate Morgana while you're in here doing this? You're nothing but filth! You MOTHERF*CK*R!"

Sid's fist connected with the president's jaw one last time, a heavy thud echoing across the small office. The man slumped over, blood smearing the desk, while the secretary scrambled to cover herself. Sid stood there, chest heaving, hands trembling from the raw violence he had unleashed. His glare lingered for a moment longer before he turned, spitting the words through gritted teeth.

"Serves you right, you piece of trash."

PSSST CRACK!

A silver tab snapped open, the hiss of carbonation spilling out. The sound almost drowned out by the low hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Sid tilted the can, taking a deep gulp of the chilled energy drink as he stood at the counter of a convenience store.

The cashier, a girl in her twenties, glanced up from the register. Her cheeks flushed pink as her eyes flickered over Sid's tall frame, his sharp jawline, the way his muscles shifted under the thin fabric of his shirt. She stammered while scanning the drink.

"T-that'll be… forty-five pesos."

Sid smirked faintly, sliding the bills across the counter with two fingers. He noticed her reaction but treated it like nothing new, as if he had seen it countless times before. Playing along, he leaned in slightly.

"Careful staring too much, miss cashier. Guys like me charge extra."

Her blush deepened, and she nearly fumbled giving him his change. Sid gave her a wink before taking another sip, the metallic tang of the drink lingering on his tongue. He didn't linger, though. With the can in one hand and his phone in the other, he pushed the glass door open and stepped outside.

The night air hit him cool, a small breeze carrying the faint scent of gasoline and fried food from the street stalls nearby. Sid's attention, though, was on the glow of his phone. A video played… the shaky, yet clear livestream that Big D had recorded. The scandal. The fight. His fists hammering into the student council president while the comments flooded the screen in disbelief.

But what stopped Sid's breath was the timestamp glowing faintly at the corner of the stream.

[Uploaded: 2 Years Ago]

Sid's grip tightened on the phone until his knuckles whitened. His reflection glimmered faintly in the glass screen as he muttered low to himself.

"Two years ago… Hah. Serves him right, even back then."

He lifted the can, draining another long sip. Behind him, through the convenience store window, the cashier leaned against the counter, still staring at him like she'd seen a movie star walk through her shift. Her knees almost buckled as Sid adjusted his stride, his broad back and casual confidence leaving her awestruck.

Outside, he paused under a streetlight, finally putting his drink down on the curb. His eyes narrowed as he crouched, pulling at his gear bag. One by one, he checked himself.

Gloves tightened around his hands. Knee wraps wound snug around each joint. A pair of lightweight sneakers were tugged into place, laces cinched tight with sharp pulls. He strapped the GoPro securely to his chest, giving it a small tap to confirm the red light blinked on.

Sid rose to his full height, rolling his shoulders once. The streetlight glared off his sharp gaze as he muttered a single word.

"Alright… let's move."

He cracked open his arms, shook out his legs, and let out a breath.

"Showtime."

He broke into a sprint. The city pavement blurred under his sneakers as he aimed for the low wall at the corner. His foot hit concrete, his hands grabbed the edge, and with a sharp pull he vaulted up. Knees tucking in, body curling for a heartbeat before he landed hard on the rooftop.

The night air hit sharper here, carrying a chill that stung his cheeks. He didn't slow down. Another wall loomed ahead. He angled toward it, stepping onto a dumpster before springing up, fingers hooking the ledge. Muscles strained. He hauled himself over with a grunt, rolling onto the roof and bouncing back to his feet in one smooth motion.

His breath came steady, each motion was fluid and perfect, the way years of training made them. Sid sprinted along the rooftop edge, then pushed off hard, the world dropping away beneath him for a second. Wind clawed at his shirt, his stomach lurched, and then smack, his sneakers met the next roof, his knees bending to catch the impact.

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