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_{He was afraid of the night.}\nWhen you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?

He was afraid of the night.

_{In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there.}When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?

In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.

_{Such a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.}Mr. A, was truly a happy person. But, of course, like everyone else, even he had his troubles.

Such a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.

_{Never in Mr. A's life was he in any way considered a timid person.}\nThere definitely must've been something, right? Like, being afraid you can't keep up with your studies. Being afraid you won't get along well with your classmates at college. Or, being afraid of not being recognised by the student union of you don't complete your work properly...

Never in Mr. A's life was he in any way considered a timid person.

_{He listened to the footsteps slowly near him, a dark shadow covering his head, as he then felt it lean closer and closer towards his face. That disgustingly familiar breath belonging to that man, made all the blood in Mr. A's body turn cold, and cause every inch of his body to shiver. {—Ah! AH!}}One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. It's... it's coming again, he would think. Misfortune is coming again!

He listened to the footsteps slowly near him, a dark shadow covering his head, as he then felt it lean closer and closer towards his face. That disgustingly familiar breath belonging to that man, made all the blood in Mr. A's body turn cold, and cause every inch of his body to shiver. —Ah! AH!

_{A slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.}\nWell, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.

A slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.

_{Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.}Such a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.

Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.

_{"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"}No. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...

"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"

_{Afraid—he was afraid of the night!}CHAPTER ONE

Afraid—he was afraid of the night!

_{CHAPTER ONE}\nHe was afraid of the night.

CHAPTER ONE

_{There are several points which need to be mentioned:[]1. As mentioned at the end of Pregnant Father, this story is also about a person with both sexes, which is a bit.}Never in Mr. A's life was he in any way considered a timid person.

There are several points which need to be mentioned:[]1. As mentioned at the end of Pregnant Father, this story is also about a person with both sexes, which is a bit...(^^)hard to avoid. So if you don't want to accept my poison, please see yourself out ^_^[]2. The theme for this one is suspense, so for the sake of the plot I'll be replacing the MC's name with Mr. A, please don;t misunderstand me and think I'm too lazy to come up with names.[]3. Can you all guess the meaning behind the title "Evil Son"? ^_^ Here's a hint, it's not referring to Mr. A~

_{—-To be continued}CHAPTER ONE

—-To be continued

_{In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there.}Every time he laid on his bed and saw the golden orb of the west fall in the distance over his balcony, Mr. A's heart would be overcome by a surge of panic. His widened eyes would stare beyond the view of that balcony, at the evening sky which gradually grew more sombre, while feeling the scent of the sophora flowers lining his building, leapt all the way to the fifth floor in bursts during the night. He looked on at those sloping treetops, filling the sky, and already beginning to ooze out them, was the pale curve of a brow-shaped moon. He detected... he realised... the dusk had gradually drifted far away, and now the dark cloak of the night was slowly approaching, bringing with it a smile holding pure malevolent intent. Mr. A's heart would then pound at this sight, drumming, thumping as if it was being brutally struck by a hammer.

In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.

_{Such a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.}\nAfraid when the night would come.

Such a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.

_{In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.}\nEvery time he laid on his bed and saw the golden orb of the west fall in the distance over his balcony, Mr. A's heart would be overcome by a surge of panic. His widened eyes would stare beyond the view of that balcony, at the evening sky which gradually grew more sombre, while feeling the scent of the sophora flowers lining his building, leapt all the way to the fifth floor in bursts during the night. He looked on at those sloping treetops, filling the sky, and already beginning to ooze out them, was the pale curve of a brow-shaped moon. He detected... he realised... the dusk had gradually drifted far away, and now the dark cloak of the night was slowly approaching, bringing with it a smile holding pure malevolent intent. Mr. A's heart would then pound at this sight, drumming, thumping as if it was being brutally struck by a hammer.

In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.

_{Just like a night such as this one.}All the blood in Mr. A's body seemed as if it was now frozen. His eyes widened in fear. His ears perking upwards, as he now held his breath.

Just like a night such as this one.

_{Afraid when the night would come.}"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"

Afraid when the night would come.

_{After one month since the term had begun, with him acting as the class monitor and the student council president, Mr. A's skills was clear for all to see.}\nAfraid—he was afraid of the night!

After one month since the term had begun, with him acting as the class monitor and the student council president, Mr. A's skills was clear for all to see. His performance was excellent, his abilities were balanced, his looks were exceptional, and his temperament was warm. Many teachers and student alike had made such comments in private, in addition to them was him being a bit shy personality-wise, him not being that lively, as well as him not being very skilled when it came his performance in sports. But otherwise, Mr. A really perfect!

_{Afraid—he was afraid of the night!}\nNever in Mr. A's life was he in any way considered a timid person.

Afraid—he was afraid of the night!

_{One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. {It's... it's coming again}, he would think. {Misfortune is coming again!}}But, outside his dorm room, a set of familiar steps sounded...

One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. It's... it's coming again, he would think. Misfortune is coming again!

_{His most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up.}So not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.

His most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up. On top of that, after the race was finished, five times out of ten, he would end up fainting from exhaustion. But at soon as the other boys went to help him up, he would immediately open those deep and elegant pitch black eyes of his and hurriedly break away from the arms of the boys lifting him. Despite being too tired to hold himself on his feet steadily, he would leap away from them in a panic, no different than a little white rabbit, one who found themselves in the midsts of a tiger. His physical education teacher (who was naturally also a man) along with the other male student would simply shake their heads, sighing as they thought: A is just too shy! However, even though they thought this way, there was no anger within them at all. This was due to seeing that beautiful face of Mr. A covered in a blush, to them, was regarded as a treat.

_{As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.}Afraid when the night would come.

As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.

_{"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"}\nIn a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.

"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"

_{Being suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.}Every time he laid on his bed and saw the golden orb of the west fall in the distance over his balcony, Mr. A's heart would be overcome by a surge of panic. His widened eyes would stare beyond the view of that balcony, at the evening sky which gradually grew more sombre, while feeling the scent of the sophora flowers lining his building, leapt all the way to the fifth floor in bursts during the night. He looked on at those sloping treetops, filling the sky, and already beginning to ooze out them, was the pale curve of a brow-shaped moon. He detected... he realised... the dusk had gradually drifted far away, and now the dark cloak of the night was slowly approaching, bringing with it a smile holding pure malevolent intent. Mr. A's heart would then pound at this sight, drumming, thumping as if it was being brutally struck by a hammer.

Being suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.

_{As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.}iana: Mr. A can also be read as (A-kun), this is a another work from Salome, it's 35 chapters + 3 extras. Like Pregnant father, this also has an incest tag, and Mpreg tag and a fked up tag that needs more warnings added. Read below: []This work contains the above, along with torture, mentions of self-deletion, along with regular deletion, fetus deletion, and baby deletion (note the separate word usage *retches*). Some other things are spoilers. Read at your own risk;)

As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.

_{Afraid—he was afraid of the night!}So not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.

Afraid—he was afraid of the night!

_{Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.}\nAfter one month since the term had begun, with him acting as the class monitor and the student council president, Mr. A's skills was clear for all to see. His performance was excellent, his abilities were balanced, his looks were exceptional, and his temperament was warm. Many teachers and student alike had made such comments in private, in addition to them was him being a bit shy personality-wise, him not being that lively, as well as him not being very skilled when it came his performance in sports. But otherwise, Mr. A really perfect!

Well, in the boys dormitory, living in room 504, there was Mr. A, and he was afraid of very strange things.

_{In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there.}There definitely must've been something, right? Like, being afraid you can't keep up with your studies. Being afraid you won't get along well with your classmates at college. Or, being afraid of not being recognised by the student union of you don't complete your work properly...

In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.

_{The night is here! They..}Being suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.

The night is here! They... they're coming again! That kind of thing... that kind of thing... that kind of thing... I... I don't... I really don't want to do it... I want to run away... I want to go home... It's like all hope is lost! The weak Mr. A, so weak he couldn't move a muscle, unable to restrain his mind from going crazy, screamed out all his wishes. I don't want it! I don't want! I don't! I don't want to bear this kind of fate any more! I beg you, night, please don't arrive quickly! Please, God, don't let them come back!

_{The night is here! They..}The night is here! They... they're coming again! That kind of thing... that kind of thing... that kind of thing... I... I don't... I really don't want to do it... I want to run away... I want to go home... It's like all hope is lost! The weak Mr. A, so weak he couldn't move a muscle, unable to restrain his mind from going crazy, screamed out all his wishes. I don't want it! I don't want! I don't! I don't want to bear this kind of fate any more! I beg you, night, please don't arrive quickly! Please, God, don't let them come back!

The night is here! They... they're coming again! That kind of thing... that kind of thing... that kind of thing... I... I don't... I really don't want to do it... I want to run away... I want to go home... It's like all hope is lost! The weak Mr. A, so weak he couldn't move a muscle, unable to restrain his mind from going crazy, screamed out all his wishes. I don't want it! I don't want! I don't! I don't want to bear this kind of fate any more! I beg you, night, please don't arrive quickly! Please, God, don't let them come back!

_{He wanted to flee..}\nSo not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.

He wanted to flee... he wanted to flee as far as he could... he wanted to run away to a peaceful paradise where not another soul could be seen... But, his body felt as though even his bones was falling apart, broken and in pain; even moving merely a finger required him to expend a great amount of effort. Reluctantly, he summoned all his strength to lift his body, but he only fell back on his bed again with a thud. It was only a simple action, yet his heart now pounded violently as if it couldn't bear the burden, so on that bed, Mr. a could only lay there paralysed. From the corners of his eyes, he would witness the ink-like layers of darkness painting the night.

_{A slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.}All the blood in Mr. A's body seemed as if it was now frozen. His eyes widened in fear. His ears perking upwards, as he now held his breath.

A slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.

_{His most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up.}A slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.

His most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up. On top of that, after the race was finished, five times out of ten, he would end up fainting from exhaustion. But at soon as the other boys went to help him up, he would immediately open those deep and elegant pitch black eyes of his and hurriedly break away from the arms of the boys lifting him. Despite being too tired to hold himself on his feet steadily, he would leap away from them in a panic, no different than a little white rabbit, one who found themselves in the midsts of a tiger. His physical education teacher (who was naturally also a man) along with the other male student would simply shake their heads, sighing as they thought: A is just too shy! However, even though they thought this way, there was no anger within them at all. This was due to seeing that beautiful face of Mr. A covered in a blush, to them, was regarded as a treat.

_{There are several points which need to be mentioned:[]1. As mentioned at the end of Pregnant Father, this story is also about a person with both sexes, which is a bit.}\nIn addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.

There are several points which need to be mentioned:[]1. As mentioned at the end of Pregnant Father, this story is also about a person with both sexes, which is a bit...(^^)hard to avoid. So if you don't want to accept my poison, please see yourself out ^_^[]2. The theme for this one is suspense, so for the sake of the plot I'll be replacing the MC's name with Mr. A, please don;t misunderstand me and think I'm too lazy to come up with names.[]3. Can you all guess the meaning behind the title "Evil Son"? ^_^ Here's a hint, it's not referring to Mr. A~

_{So not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.}Such a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.

So not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.

_{Never in Mr. A's life was he in any way considered a timid person.}So not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.

Never in Mr. A's life was he in any way considered a timid person.

_{One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. {It's... it's coming again}, he would think. {Misfortune is coming again!}}A slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.

One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. It's... it's coming again, he would think. Misfortune is coming again!

_{In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there.}\nMr. A, was truly a happy person. But, of course, like everyone else, even he had his troubles.

In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.

_{{No. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...}}Mr. A, was truly a happy person. But, of course, like everyone else, even he had his troubles.

No. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...

_{No. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...}\nHis most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up. On top of that, after the race was finished, five times out of ten, he would end up fainting from exhaustion. But at soon as the other boys went to help him up, he would immediately open those deep and elegant pitch black eyes of his and hurriedly break away from the arms of the boys lifting him. Despite being too tired to hold himself on his feet steadily, he would leap away from them in a panic, no different than a little white rabbit, one who found themselves in the midsts of a tiger. His physical education teacher (who was naturally also a man) along with the other male student would simply shake their heads, sighing as they thought: A is just too shy! However, even though they thought this way, there was no anger within them at all. This was due to seeing that beautiful face of Mr. A covered in a blush, to them, was regarded as a treat.

No. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...

_{He listened to the footsteps slowly near him, a dark shadow covering his head, as he then felt it lean closer and closer towards his face. That disgustingly familiar breath belonging to that man, made all the blood in Mr. A's body turn cold, and cause every inch of his body to shiver. {—Ah! AH!}}In a university located on warm, humid, mountain city in the south, Mr. A was just one of the small number of local students there. He had just turned seventeen years old that year, his body was slender, his skin was pale, and his features were refined carrying the obvious markers common in boys of the south. During military training, this silent but gentle young man had left quite a formidable impression on his instructors, teachers, and even the other students; so much so, he was appointed the class monitor by Freshman Class A when the term begun. At the same time, he was also recommended for the post of student council president by a teacher, a post he successfully won.

He listened to the footsteps slowly near him, a dark shadow covering his head, as he then felt it lean closer and closer towards his face. That disgustingly familiar breath belonging to that man, made all the blood in Mr. A's body turn cold, and cause every inch of his body to shiver. —Ah! AH!

_{His most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up.}Afraid when the night would come.

His most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up. On top of that, after the race was finished, five times out of ten, he would end up fainting from exhaustion. But at soon as the other boys went to help him up, he would immediately open those deep and elegant pitch black eyes of his and hurriedly break away from the arms of the boys lifting him. Despite being too tired to hold himself on his feet steadily, he would leap away from them in a panic, no different than a little white rabbit, one who found themselves in the midsts of a tiger. His physical education teacher (who was naturally also a man) along with the other male student would simply shake their heads, sighing as they thought: A is just too shy! However, even though they thought this way, there was no anger within them at all. This was due to seeing that beautiful face of Mr. A covered in a blush, to them, was regarded as a treat.

_{One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. {It's... it's coming again}, he would think. {Misfortune is coming again!}}—-To be continued

One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. It's... it's coming again, he would think. Misfortune is coming again!

_{But, outside his dorm room, a set of familiar steps sounded...}\nSuch a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.

But, outside his dorm room, a set of familiar steps sounded...

_{All the blood in Mr. A's body seemed as if it was now frozen. His eyes widened in fear. His ears perking upwards, as he now held his breath.}\nJust like a night such as this one.

All the blood in Mr. A's body seemed as if it was now frozen. His eyes widened in fear. His ears perking upwards, as he now held his breath.

_{Afraid when the night would come.}As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.

Afraid when the night would come.

_{"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"}As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.

"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"

_{After one month since the term had begun, with him acting as the class monitor and the student council president, Mr. A's skills was clear for all to see.}So not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.

After one month since the term had begun, with him acting as the class monitor and the student council president, Mr. A's skills was clear for all to see. His performance was excellent, his abilities were balanced, his looks were exceptional, and his temperament was warm. Many teachers and student alike had made such comments in private, in addition to them was him being a bit shy personality-wise, him not being that lively, as well as him not being very skilled when it came his performance in sports. But otherwise, Mr. A really perfect!

_{One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. It's... it's coming again, he would think. Misfortune is coming again!}\nOne where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. It's... it's coming again, he would think. Misfortune is coming again!

One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. It's... it's coming again, he would think. Misfortune is coming again!

_{When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?}\nHe wanted to flee... he wanted to flee as far as he could... he wanted to run away to a peaceful paradise where not another soul could be seen... But, his body felt as though even his bones was falling apart, broken and in pain; even moving merely a finger required him to expend a great amount of effort. Reluctantly, he summoned all his strength to lift his body, but he only fell back on his bed again with a thud. It was only a simple action, yet his heart now pounded violently as if it couldn't bear the burden, so on that bed, Mr. a could only lay there paralysed. From the corners of his eyes, he would witness the ink-like layers of darkness painting the night.

When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?

_{Being suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.}The night is here! They... they're coming again! That kind of thing... that kind of thing... that kind of thing... I... I don't... I really don't want to do it... I want to run away... I want to go home... It's like all hope is lost! The weak Mr. A, so weak he couldn't move a muscle, unable to restrain his mind from going crazy, screamed out all his wishes. I don't want it! I don't want! I don't! I don't want to bear this kind of fate any more! I beg you, night, please don't arrive quickly! Please, God, don't let them come back!

Being suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.

_{Being suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.}\nThe night is here! They... they're coming again! That kind of thing... that kind of thing... that kind of thing... I... I don't... I really don't want to do it... I want to run away... I want to go home... It's like all hope is lost! The weak Mr. A, so weak he couldn't move a muscle, unable to restrain his mind from going crazy, screamed out all his wishes. I don't want it! I don't want! I don't! I don't want to bear this kind of fate any more! I beg you, night, please don't arrive quickly! Please, God, don't let them come back!

Being suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.

_{Mr. A, was truly a happy person. But, of course, like everyone else, even he had his troubles.}\nBut, outside his dorm room, a set of familiar steps sounded...

Mr. A, was truly a happy person. But, of course, like everyone else, even he had his troubles.

_{He wanted to flee..}Just like a night such as this one.

He wanted to flee... he wanted to flee as far as he could... he wanted to run away to a peaceful paradise where not another soul could be seen... But, his body felt as though even his bones was falling apart, broken and in pain; even moving merely a finger required him to expend a great amount of effort. Reluctantly, he summoned all his strength to lift his body, but he only fell back on his bed again with a thud. It was only a simple action, yet his heart now pounded violently as if it couldn't bear the burden, so on that bed, Mr. a could only lay there paralysed. From the corners of his eyes, he would witness the ink-like layers of darkness painting the night.

_{—-To be continued}One where Mr. A was lying on his bed, in his dorm room, while his entire body was aching and sore. Seeing the twilight little by little descend, his heart was overridden with countless surges of dread and panic. It's... it's coming again, he would think. Misfortune is coming again!

—-To be continued

_{As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.}\nAll the blood in Mr. A's body seemed as if it was now frozen. His eyes widened in fear. His ears perking upwards, as he now held his breath.

As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.

_{In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.}A slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.

In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.

_{—-To be continued}\nAs expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.

—-To be continued

_{When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?}CHAPTER ONE

When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?

_{There definitely must've been something, right? Like, being afraid you can't keep up with your studies. Being afraid you won't get along well with your classmates at college. Or, being afraid of not being recognised by the student union of you don't complete your work properly...}\nBeing suddenly bathed in the brilliance of the well-lit room, made the long accustomed to darkness Mr. A shut his eyes swiftly.

There definitely must've been something, right? Like, being afraid you can't keep up with your studies. Being afraid you won't get along well with your classmates at college. Or, being afraid of not being recognised by the student union of you don't complete your work properly...

_{All the blood in Mr. A's body seemed as if it was now frozen. His eyes widened in fear. His ears perking upwards, as he now held his breath.}As expected, the sound of a key turning in the lock was emitted, followed by a click of the door opening, and the flipping of a light switch, then with another click, the door was again shut.

All the blood in Mr. A's body seemed as if it was now frozen. His eyes widened in fear. His ears perking upwards, as he now held his breath.

_{He listened to the footsteps slowly near him, a dark shadow covering his head, as he then felt it lean closer and closer towards his face. That disgustingly familiar breath belonging to that man, made all the blood in Mr. A's body turn cold, and cause every inch of his body to shiver. —Ah! AH!}\nHe listened to the footsteps slowly near him, a dark shadow covering his head, as he then felt it lean closer and closer towards his face. That disgustingly familiar breath belonging to that man, made all the blood in Mr. A's body turn cold, and cause every inch of his body to shiver. —Ah! AH!

He listened to the footsteps slowly near him, a dark shadow covering his head, as he then felt it lean closer and closer towards his face. That disgustingly familiar breath belonging to that man, made all the blood in Mr. A's body turn cold, and cause every inch of his body to shiver. —Ah! AH!

_{He listened to the footsteps slowly near him, a dark shadow covering his head, as he then felt it lean closer and closer towards his face. That disgustingly familiar breath belonging to that man, made all the blood in Mr. A's body turn cold, and cause every inch of his body to shiver. {—Ah! AH!}}His most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up. On top of that, after the race was finished, five times out of ten, he would end up fainting from exhaustion. But at soon as the other boys went to help him up, he would immediately open those deep and elegant pitch black eyes of his and hurriedly break away from the arms of the boys lifting him. Despite being too tired to hold himself on his feet steadily, he would leap away from them in a panic, no different than a little white rabbit, one who found themselves in the midsts of a tiger. His physical education teacher (who was naturally also a man) along with the other male student would simply shake their heads, sighing as they thought: A is just too shy! However, even though they thought this way, there was no anger within them at all. This was due to seeing that beautiful face of Mr. A covered in a blush, to them, was regarded as a treat.

He listened to the footsteps slowly near him, a dark shadow covering his head, as he then felt it lean closer and closer towards his face. That disgustingly familiar breath belonging to that man, made all the blood in Mr. A's body turn cold, and cause every inch of his body to shiver. —Ah! AH!

_{Every time he laid on his bed and saw the golden orb of the west fall in the distance over his balcony, Mr. A's heart would be overcome by a surge of panic.}\nNo. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...

Every time he laid on his bed and saw the golden orb of the west fall in the distance over his balcony, Mr. A's heart would be overcome by a surge of panic. His widened eyes would stare beyond the view of that balcony, at the evening sky which gradually grew more sombre, while feeling the scent of the sophora flowers lining his building, leapt all the way to the fifth floor in bursts during the night. He looked on at those sloping treetops, filling the sky, and already beginning to ooze out them, was the pale curve of a brow-shaped moon. He detected... he realised... the dusk had gradually drifted far away, and now the dark cloak of the night was slowly approaching, bringing with it a smile holding pure malevolent intent. Mr. A's heart would then pound at this sight, drumming, thumping as if it was being brutally struck by a hammer.

_{When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?}In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.

When you were around seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, when you were a college freshman or a sophomore, was there anything in your life that you especially scared of?

_{{No. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...}}Such a popular guy like Mr. A, had no clue why or when he had begun fearing the night.

No. No. No. I don't want to do this! I don't want this! God... My Lord, please save me... Please, please, please, please, please save me...

_{Afraid when the night would come.}\nA slender finger, one carrying traces of smoke, gentle caressed the fine hairs the beside Mr. A's earlobe, before that place was kissed by wine flavoured lips.

Afraid when the night would come.

_{In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.}Afraid when the night would come.

In addition to his excellent performance at school, and being unanimously praise by all the students and teachers, Mr. A also had a very happy family life. Quite often, his father, a senior official of the province, would call his son out of concern, and loved him very much. What's more, practically every two weeks, he would return home to visit his mother.

_{His most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up.}\n"Babe... have you been waiting for me properly?"

His most prominent issue was his performance in sport being quite lacking. Every time he ran in the boys fifteen hundred metre race, he would always be left out of breath and unable to keep up. On top of that, after the race was finished, five times out of ten, he would end up fainting from exhaustion. But at soon as the other boys went to help him up, he would immediately open those deep and elegant pitch black eyes of his and hurriedly break away from the arms of the boys lifting him. Despite being too tired to hold himself on his feet steadily, he would leap away from them in a panic, no different than a little white rabbit, one who found themselves in the midsts of a tiger. His physical education teacher (who was naturally also a man) along with the other male student would simply shake their heads, sighing as they thought: A is just too shy! However, even though they thought this way, there was no anger within them at all. This was due to seeing that beautiful face of Mr. A covered in a blush, to them, was regarded as a treat.

_{So not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.}\n—-To be continued

So not only was he regarded as classic lover by the girls, there were also a lot of boys who were quite fond of him too.