Beneath the Ice: A University Love Story

15 (M) | Unexpected Confession

"T-that was s-so hilarious," Engfa said while laughing with the rest of their friends. Becky glared at them, her eyes practically shooting daggers.

"Can you all stop now?" Becky asked, clearly pissed off.

"Don't be mad at us. You should've listened to her," Friend added.

"But I thought she would actually give me that punishment," Becky muttered under her breath.

"Well, technically, she did give you a punishment," Nop said, pointing at Becky's still visible bulge.

"Shut up. This motherfucker is hurting so much," Becky groaned, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She couldn't even stand up without revealing the clear evidence of her frustration. She scanned the room and her eyes landed on Freen, who was sitting with her friends. Her gaze then shifted to a new face.

"The new guy?" she whispered, recognizing one of her classmates.

"Can we have our star on the stage?" The loud announcement suddenly pulled Becky out of her thoughts. All eyes turned to her, and the spotlight followed.

She gulped. How can she possibly walk like this? Everyone would notice her situation. Her member was hard, and the blue balls were hurting badly.

"Take this," Friend whispered, handing her a file she was carrying as part of her student council duties.

Becky grabbed it, using it to cover her erection as she made her way to the stage, trying to look as natural as possible. From a distance, it seemed like she was just holding the file casually, but Freen noticed something off.

"Why is she holding that?" Freen murmured to herself, but Nam heard her.

"Oh, come on, Freen. You left her hanging, and what do you expect?" Nam teased.

"What do you mean?" Freen asked, still not understanding.

"She must be suffering from blue balls right now. Look at her face; she's in pain," Nam explained.

Freen's eyes followed Becky, who was fidgeting uncomfortably, her face slightly red. Guilt flickered through Freen's mind.

The lights dimmed for the dance part of the party. Freen seized the opportunity, quickly making her way to where Becky was sitting. She noticed Nita approaching Becky as well. Just as Nita opened her mouth to speak, Freen stepped in.

"Becky, will you dance with me?" Nita asked, flashing Becky a coy smile.

"I... uh, I'm fine here, thanks," Becky said, trying to avoid the situation. She was still uncomfortable and not ready to stand up.

Nita was about to insist when Freen cut her off.

"She's dancing with me," Freen said firmly, her voice cold and dripping with possessiveness.

Nita glared, clearly irritated. "You didn't even ask her."

"I don't need to ask," Freen shot back, her voice sharp.

Becky's eyes widened, surprised at Freen's sudden possessiveness.

"You didn't ask her permission," Nita said, her tone accusatory.

Freen's voice grew even icier. "I don't need to ask. Now, excuse us."

Before Nita could respond, Freen grabbed Becky's hand and pulled her up from her seat. She positioned herself in front of Becky, shielding her from everyone's view as they made their way to the dance floor.