The hand of iSeikai

Chapter 1 :Pain

A wave of pain surged through Dawson Lin's brain, and in his blurred state, he could feel a pair of cool little hands gently caressing his forehead.

What's going on? Didn't I die after peeping at a beautiful woman showering? Why do I still have a headache? Have I already descended to hell? Is this the legendary Hall of Yama?

On a large bronze-colored wooden bed, Dawson Lin, still unconscious, seemed to be stuck in the final thoughts of his previous life!

"ooooooh...."

Dawson Lin, a second-year university student, was tall, with a height of 1.8 meters, sharp eyebrows, and six-pack abs that operated every day. However, within the university, Dawson Lin was just another unnoticed passerby—no one ever remembered that this university had such a person.

It wasn't that Dawson Lin was forgettable; it was that he didn't want anyone to remember him. From the moment he stepped into university, Dawson Lin set a clear goal for himself: to be a top-tier otaku of 2012.

Dawson Lin's personality embodied all the qualities of an otaku: introverted, lazy, self-centered, with a strong sense of justice and a tendency to act alone. He never bothered others, but if anyone dared to provoke him, they'd better prepare to pay back double.

For two years, Dawson Lin did little other than attend classes. He spent most of his time in his rented room, playing computer games, reading books, and experimenting with various new things. However, there was one thing Dawson Lin made sure to do every day: sneak a peek at his beautiful neighbor showering.

Dawson Lin's neighbor was a stunning woman, known as the most beautiful flight attendant in town. Especially when she wore her enticing uniform, it was a fatal temptation for Dawson Lin.

This flight attendant usually worked three days and rested for two. She showered every night at precisely 9 p.m. Once Dawson Lin figured out her schedule, he would scale the high wall between their apartments and sneak over to spy on her. Day after day, this habit had become Dawson Lin's compulsory routine.

On August 13th, the scorching summer heat blanketed the earth, and the blazing sun seemed like a fireball, mercilessly scorching everyone. Dawson Lin didn't go to class today for a very reasonable excuse: it was just too hot, and the sun didn't want him to work. If anyone found out, they might slap him a few times.

After sleeping until past 3 p.m., Dawson Lin could no longer endure the restlessness in his heart. He wore a pair of shorts and a tight undershirt, heading to the window. Today, the flight attendant was working, which meant he wouldn't have his usual "homework" for the night. He sighed helplessly, feeling the heartache of being separated from her. His heart began to pound with excitement.

Just as Dawson Lin was reflecting on his life, his lazy eyes suddenly shot out two beams of light, his breathing quickened, and his heart seemed to be racing faster than usual.

Wasn't the flight attendant supposed to be working today? Why was she at home? If he'd known, he wouldn't have wasted the entire day sleeping, now feeling both frustrated and disoriented, wondering who could possibly understand his situation.

Just as Dawson Lin was savoring the view, the curtains next door were suddenly pulled shut. What? What's going on? Just as he was enjoying the show, they suddenly stop? It's like watching an adult movie, just as the action starts, the screen goes black—how can anyone handle this?

Why did she suddenly pull the curtains? What's going on now?

Forcing himself to calm down, Dawson Lin suddenly thought of something. In such hot weather, pulling the curtains shut would definitely suffocate someone, unless the beauty was changing clothes or showering.