[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 802 & 803. (Patreon)

Chapter 802: Intermission - The annoying guy.

By noon, Sarah had a very mild headache. The introductory classes to these new subjects had been dense, and she still had a couple more to go. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait in the long, loud cafeteria line to buy lunch since Oliver had made a big spinach quiche yesterday for all of them to take for lunch today. It was apparently his third time making it, and after asking Sarah’s mom for tips, he believed this one had turned out better than before.

Sarah sat down at a table with enough open spots for Yasmine and Josh to join her after they bought their own lunches. She was excited to dig in, but before she could even open her violet-colored container, someone else approached with a tray in hand.

“Hey, Sarah. Mind if I join you?”

Sarah swallowed a groan. Yes, she did mind. She should’ve just said no, but… this guy was a classmate and no other tables around were open. She sighed.

“Go ahead.”

The man smiled. “Thanks.”

Jason was a troublesome case for Sarah. Not exactly a bad guy, and among her classmates, he was one of the few who seemed to take his studies very seriously. If that was it, the two could probably get along fairly well. The issue was that Jason REALLY liked Sarah.

“Say, what did you think about the Genes, Memes and Behaviour class?” he asked, getting comfortable across from her.

“That it’s gonna be a year of pretty annoying jokes about memes,” Sarah answered.

“Well, yeah, aside from that,” Jason said, chuckling.

Sarah sighed. “Sounds interesting. I’ve read a bit of The Selfish Gene already, so I’m familiar with the concepts.”

“I figured you would’ve.” Jason then looked around. “Hey, why are you eating alone?”

“Yasmine and Josh are buying their lunch,” Sarah said, not meeting his eyes.

“Isn’t your boyfriend also studying here? Why aren’t you eating together?”

There it is. Start approachable, then change the topic to what he really wants to talk about. The guy had enough common sense not to bring this stuff up during classes, but outside it was all fair game to him.

“We’re all busy,” Sarah said succinctly.

“Are you okay with that? I mean… isn’t he dating five other girls? It seems to me like he’s neglecting you, and you don’t deserve that.”

Sarah wanted to let out a loud groan. She had told him everything in hopes that he would understand that she wasn’t interested, but instead he was spinning things around to try and be the ‘supportive friend that’s there when you’re feeling down.’

Jason was, bluntly speaking, very good looking. A well-kept mane of chestnut colored hair, 1.85 meters tall, so about as tall as Diana, fit frame but not bulky, and strong facial features. Aesthetically speaking, he was an 8/10.

The problem is that he knew it. He’s the type to be handsome and charming enough to never have been told no before. Rather, the type to never settle for a no and continue his pursuits until he got a yes.

“I can’t say I feel neglected,” Sarah said, casually. And it was especially true after a great weekend of sex and a home cooked quiche, which she finally was able to try and HOLY her mom must have given him the sacred tips because this was so good.

“I mean… Are you sure he’s not with someone else right now?” Jason asked.

“He probably is,” Sarah said with a shrug.

Yasmine and Josh were taking too long, but she was thankful that the buzzing of her phone gave her an excuse to look at it. It was just an annoying notification from one of her apps, but she treated it like an important message she had to answer.

Fuck it, it was time to deploy the ultimate weapon. If she didn’t, Jason would just continue to annoy her.

She messaged Oliver.

-Sarah: Hey babe. Are you close to the cafeteria by chance? The guy I told you about the other day… Think you can come say hello to him?

She didn’t dare to say something like ‘come get him off of me’ or ‘come threaten him’ or anything like that. Because… Oliver would. For her, he would, and she didn’t want him to, for his own mental health more than anything else.

Oliver answered after ten seconds.

-Oliver: Where in the cafeteria are you?

-Sarah: Close to the middle entrance, around one of the pillars.

-Oliver: Omw.

Sarah put her phone back in her pocket.

“And it doesn’t bother you that he’s not with you?” Jason asked.

“Look, Jason, for the last time. Stop meddling. Don’t think you’re being sneaky.”

Jason grimaced and looked hurt. “I’m… I’m sorry, Sarah, but it’s hard to stay quiet. I mean, don’t you see it? This guy clearly sees you as nothing more than another one of his women. He doesn’t care. Why else would he be dating several women? He doesn’t care enough to commit to just you.”

Under any other circumstances, Jason would have a point. This wasn’t just any situation, though. And perhaps more importantly, the spell Oliver had in place, one that worked so long as all his girlfriends gave their consent, made it so people would, for the most part, find their relationship a normal thing. It was iffy on how well it worked, but even the most skeptical still accepted it. That Jason was saying something like this just confirmed Sarah’s belief that he just wanted to turn her against her boyfriend.

Yeah, she’d take that previous statement back. Jason was pretty scummy.

“Sarah.” 

Oliver’s voice came from behind her, and she could immediately feel relief washing over her.

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Chapter 803: Blatant display.

Steven, Eric, Luna and Ruby and I arrived at the cafeteria somewhat late, apparently, because the queue was already kinda long. My four classmates all let out a collective groan.

“Why does our building have to be so fucking far?” Luna asked, slumping her shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go find us a table while you buy your lunch,” I told them, fixing the electric guitar case on my shoulder.

“Aren’t you going to buy something?” Eric asked me.

“No, I made lunch at home,” I told him. “Get me a bottle of water, though?” I asked Eric, passing him a bill.

“Yeah, sure. Carbonated or not?”

“I…” Before I could answer, my phone buzzed.

Sometimes I curse the habit the girls have made me adopt of having to look at my phone the moment it rings because it’s annoying to be glued to the thing, but there’s a reason I still keep that up. For stuff like this.

-Sarah: Hey babe. Are you close to the cafeteria by chance? The guy I told you about the other day… Think you can come say hello to him?

Don’t let it be said I don’t understand subtlety. If Sarah wasn’t asking me to help her get a guy off of her, then he must be a really nice dude.

-Oliver: Where in the cafeteria are you?

-Sarah: Close to the middle entrance, around one of the pillars.

-Oliver: Omw.

“Sorry, I need to do something,” I told the group, pocketing my phone again. “I’ll text you if I find a table.”

“Did something happen?” Steven asked me, a little perplexed.

“Nothing’s gonna happen,” I said, walking away and fixing the guitar on my shoulder again.

I found Sarah rather quickly. While not exactly unique, I’d recognize that blonde mane anywhere. She was sitting at a table with a man across from her.

Chestnut colored hair, fit, strong jaw, looked tall even sitting. It… gave me the slightest pause, which surprised me, actually. I thought I was… over my insecurities, but I guess not.

I felt something like a slap on the back of my head, though I felt no pain, no recoil and no… actual slap. It was more like a phantom slap, chiding me for feeling… lesser.

Point made, Frey.

“Sarah,” I spoke up. I felt the relief wash over her as she heard me. It was… reassuring. I walked over to their table, wearing an easy smile.

“Hey, babe,” Sarah said, smiling at me.

I made a choice I probably wouldn’t have made had the conditions been different, but Sarah wanted me here to help her out with the guy that had been pestering her, so… I leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before even addressing the guy in front of her.

Sarah grinned against my lips while I felt jealousy flaring up next to us.

“Were you having lunch around here?” Sarah asked me.

“Looking for a table, actually,” I said. “I left Eric and the others waiting in line.”

Sarah nodded. “Ah, Oliver. This is Jason. He’s a classmate.”

I looked and met Jason’s eyes. His expression betrayed no jealousy, but I could feel it as clear as day. Bitterness and envy towards me and lust towards Sarah.

…

No, no just lust, surprisingly. Respect and admiration, too. Lust was prevalent, yeah, but it seemed his feelings for Sarah were genuine. Still doesn’t change the fact he’s pushing beyond what the woman herself finds acceptable.

Jason stood up with a smile and reached out for a handshake. “Hello there. Sarah talks about you a lot.”

I smiled back and took his hand, then immediately felt his grip tightening, not in a firm handshake, but in one that was intended to hurt. It didn’t, but if he was gonna give me an opening…

“I think she’s talked about you a couple of times, too,” I said, strengthening my own grip to the point Jason flinched, the pain visible in his face for a second before I let go. He sat back down, quietly.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t know exactly what to do. I guess I could’ve just outright told this guy to stop flirting with my girlfriend, but somehow I felt that would only push him to do it more. Like… a sort of wound to the male pride that would urge him to take the girl away from me to prove his superiority or something. Really, I wasn’t even sure if that feeling was just me or actual understanding from reading the guy’s feeling through his lust. Instead, though, I decided to do something else.

I glanced at the plastic container on the table and saw the quiche I’d made yesterday in it, already with a few bites taken. I smiled.

“Did you try the quiche? How is it?”

“Oh, yeah! It’s really good! What exactly did my mom tell you? It doesn’t really taste like hers, but even so…”

I smirked. “Nothing much. I just told her how I made it and she told me what not to do. I was overcooking the spinach and it made it bitter.”

Jason cleared his throat, apparently not happy at being left out. “You cook?” he asked me.

“Hm? Ah, yeah, a bit. I made us lunch for today. I’m glad it turned out okay. And speaking of, what do you think we should have for dinner tonight?” I asked Sarah.

“We could always buy something on the way if you’re tired of cooking…” she offered.

“No, I’m starting to enjoy it. At least since I can make stuff that actually tastes good.”

Sarah smirked. “Then… how about pasta carbonara? The one from last week was really good, too.”

I went through a checklist in my head. “Yeah, I think we have everything at home.”

“Um…”

I looked to my right and found two other people standing there with trays in their hands, waiting.

“Ah, sorry, I’m in the way,” I said, moving to give them space.

The girl smiled at me. “No problem, thank you. Are you Sarah’s boyfriend?”

I nodded.

“Yes, this is Oliver,” Sarah said, introducing us. “Oliver, these are Yasmine and Josh, friends from my class.”

“A pleasure,” I said, smiling at them. They returned it. 

I glanced briefly at Jason, trying to focus on reading his feelings again. Reading other people was also becoming easier, especially so if their lust or other emotions were strong.

Jason was… defeated. Not in the sense that I ‘beat’ him, but in the sense that he felt defeated. His confidence cracked, somehow.

I admit that my idea was to blatantly show that Sarah was happy with me, but I didn’t expect… that.

I sighed and turned to Sarah again. “Everything okay, then?” I asked for confirmation.

Sarah smirked. “Yeah, everything’s great. Now go eat your lunch. There’s like 20 minutes left until next period.”

“Right, right. I still need to find a table…” I groaned. Again, I leaned down and pecked Sarah on the lips. “See you later.”

It didn’t feel great to put on a show like that. It really was a sort of ‘look at how happy we are!’ kind of display… but if I can avoid threatening people or using the intimidating aura, then I’d rather not do it. If he still tries something, though, then all bets are off.