Master of Lust-Chapter 181: What is Megan upto? [2]

Chapter - 181

Megan hurried to the door, her heart racing like a thoroughbred at the starting gate, just now her gaze fell upon the closing door and what seemed like a figure dashing out. Who the hell can manage to sneak in?

But other than her, the other professors lounged about, seemingly oblivious to the urgency gripping her.

Her faithful posse of girls trailed behind her like loyal shadows, ready to follow her lead without question.

Stepping out into the corridor, Megan's eyes widened in shock at the sight that greeted her. The two girls who were supposed to guard the entrance to the classroom were sprawled unconscious on the floor, their limp bodies a stark contrast to the chaos that surrounded them. Rage ignited within her, a fiery inferno that blazed in her gaze as she surveyed the scene.

Her fists clenched at her sides, knuckles turning white with the force of her anger. "What the hell happened here?" she seethed, her voice laced with venom as she struggled to contain the storm raging within her.

With a swift kick, she vented her frustration on one of the fallen girls, her foot connecting with a resounding thud. "Can't trust these bastards for a second," she muttered through gritted teeth, her words dripping with contempt.

The girl groaned in pain, stirring slightly at the impact of Megan's blow. But Megan showed no mercy, her fury unchecked as she delivered another swift kick to the fallen figure. "Get up, you useless piece of trash!" she spat, her voice rising to a crescendo of rage.

The corridor echoed with the sound of her fury as she paced back and forth, her mind racing with possibilities and implications. Someone was here. The realization only fueled Megan's rage, her every instinct screaming for retribution.

Scanning the deserted corridors, Megan searched for any sign of a lingering presence, her senses on high alert for any hint of danger lurking in the shadows. Every shadow seemed to conceal a potential threat, every corner a potential ambush.

Her fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms with a fierce intensity. "Where are you, you sneaky little rats?" she muttered under her breath, her voice a low growl of frustration and rage.

But the silence of the corridor was deafening, and it only infuriated her even more.

Megan's anger boiled over, her control slipping with each passing moment. She reached down and grabbed a handful of the girl's hair, yanking her roughly to her feet with a savage growl.

"You think you can mess with me and get away with it?" Megan snarled, her grip tightening on the girl's hair as she glared at the girl her eyes with a ferocity that would send shivers down anyone's spine.

But Megan showed no mercy, her grip unyielding as she dragged the unconscious girl towards the nearest wall with a forceful shove and smashed her head into the wall.

Megan released her grip on the girl's hair, throwing her on the ground, "Get her out of my sight," Megan growled, her voice cold and unforgiving.

Megan's eyes narrowed into slits of determination as she turned to a group of girls, her voice low and commanding. "Find out who did this," she ordered, her tone brooking no disobedience. With a swift nod, the girls hurried off, disappearing from there.

Megan also turned and entered the classroom. Minutes stretched into eternity as Megan waited, her nerves wound tight like a coiled spring. The tension in the air was palpable, each passing second amplifying the urgency of the situation. Finally, the girls returned, their faces pale.

"Who was it?" Megan asked, her eyes piercing through the girls.

But the girls looked hesitant, "We don't know." One of them managed to speak in a whisper.

Megan's frown deepened into a scowl of pure rage as she processed the information. Without a word, she snatched up a black stick from the nearby table, her movements swift and purposeful. With a ferocious intensity, she stormed towards the figure of "Tyler," her every step a thunderous echo of her fury.

As Megan approached, the room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of her wrath bearing down on Tyler like a ton of bricks. Tyler, his eyes wide with fear, backed away instinctively, his attempts to evade Megan's gaze futile against the force of her rage.

"Tyler, you sorry excuse for a student!" Megan's voice boomed through the room, dripping with venomous contempt. "You think you can get away with this? Huh? You think you can mess with me and get off scot-free?"

Tyler's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his words failing him in the face of Megan's furious tirade. He stumbled backward, his back hitting the wall with a thud as Megan closed in on him, her eyes ablaze with unbridled fury. He had no idea what he had done.

"You little weasel! You think you're so clever, don't you?" Megan spat, her words laced with venom. "But let me tell you something, Tyler. You're nothing but a pathetic coward hiding behind your books and your grades."

With each word, Megan's voice rose in pitch, her anger boiling over like a pot ready to burst. She swung the black stick in her hand with savage force, the air whistling as it cut through the space between them.

Tyler flinched, his arms raised in a feeble attempt to shield himself from Megan's onslaught. "P-please, Ms. Megan, I-I didn't mean to..."

"Shut up!" Megan roared, her voice reverberating off the walls. "I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses, Tyler. You think I'm stupid? You think I don't know what you've been up to?"

With a swift motion, Megan lashed out, the black stick connecting with Tyler's shoulder with a resounding crack. Tyler cried out in pain, his body recoiling from the impact as Megan continued her relentless assault.

"You think I don't know about the cheating, the lies, the deception?" Megan's voice was a dangerous whisper, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure malice. "You think I'm blind? Well, guess what, Tyler? I see everything. And I won't rest until you're exposed for the fraud you are!"

Tyler whimpered, his resolve crumbling under the weight of Megan's fury. He tried to cower against the chair, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as Megan loomed over him like a vengeful deity.

"You're finished, Tyler. Finished!" Megan's voice was a thunderous roar, her rage reaching its boiling point. She raised the black stick high above her head, and hit Tyler across his face that sent him tumbling on the ground, his cheeks bleeding. All this while Tyler had no idea what nonsense Megan was spewing and most likely, neither did Megan.

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Rick moved like a ghost through the labyrinthine corridors, his senses sharp and alert. The bustling hallways were a maze of activity, students darting to and fro like ants in search of sustenance. Rick blended seamlessly into the throng, his movements fluid and purposeful as he navigated the chaos with ease.

Only when he reached the relative safety of the cafeteria did he allow himself a moment of respite. The cacophony of voices washed over him like a comforting wave, providing a brief reprieve from the turmoil of the outside world. Rick breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders sagging with the weight of his exertions.

Approaching the counter with practiced ease, Rick greeted the cafeteria staff with a friendly smile. "Hey there, what's good today?" he asked, his tone casual as he perused the menu board.

The cafeteria worker, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, rattled off the day's specials with practiced efficiency. Rick nodded along, his stomach growling in anticipation of a satisfying meal. He placed his order with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that soon he would be replenished and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As he waited for his order, Rick's mind raced with possibilities and contingencies. He knew he had to stay one step ahead, to remain vigilant in the face of looming threats. With each passing moment, he plotted his next move, his resolve unyielding in the face of adversity.

The cafeteria buzzed with activity, students coming and going in a steady stream. Rick watched them with a keen eye, noting the familiar faces and occasional whispers of gossip that floated through the air.

Staying in a crowded place was a good thing for now. He might manage to ward of the suspicion coming his way, and even if that might not happen, it was always safe in the crowd.

"Fucking hell," Rick muttered under his breath, the weight of his predicament pressing down on him like a heavy burden. "I shouldn't have set the System for upgrade." The decision to upgrade the system, while seemingly innocuous at the time, had unwittingly thrown him into the path of Megan's wrath.

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As Rick's order arrived, he offered a polite thank-you to the cafeteria staff, flashing them a smile that belied the turmoil churning inside him. He took a seat at a nearby table.

'But why isn't the system not notifying me of the completion of Quest?'

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