ASSESSINATION AT MIDNIGHT

42 (ENGLISH)

ONE MONTH LATER, IN THE E.U.E ...

The routine, little by little, had returned to college. The students, with each passing day, began to leave behind the dark days in which none of them could feel safe even inside their comfortable rooms.

Amelie, already back, was recovering slowly from what she had lived ... especially from the hurt that she felt after discovering that her own boyfriend, Matt, was one of the murderers who had been behind the crimes.

Although ... she had to admit that a part of her understood them or, at least, the pain they suffered and that had led them to come up with that form of revenge ... both in his case and, much more, in Wendy's.

They had grown up with Jumpol ... they had shared hopes and dreams and disappointments with him. And knowing that his killers were free ... enjoying life while Jumpy ... while he was gone ... had been too much.

No ... Amelie didn't justify them but ... she couldn't help feeling guilty about everything that had happened.

However, there was no turning back and ... now they would have to pay for what they had done. Like those who had helped Max hide his crime ... everyone would be judged and convicted. This time, no doubt, justice would be done.

- "I just hope that ... finally ... everything ends, in one way or another but ... in a definitive way" - she murmured as she sighed. 

A seconds later, after lowering the blind of her own room, Amelie went inside her own living room where there were already waiting for her arrival, several of her classmates.

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Meanwhile, in the boy's dormitory...

Singto, with a smile, was looking at Krist's face. His gaze, bright and full of happiness for the beginning of a new day, ran down the young man's cheeks, his long black eyelashes and that white skin that urged him to deposit a thousand and one kisses until he made it blush slightly. But, without a doubt, what most caught his attention were the marks, already purple, that the young man had on his neck ...

"Maybe we went a bit too far yesterday ..." he though as he ran a finger over Krist's bruises while, with a broad smile, he noticed that he himself was not in much better condition ... especially his more private area, that was hurting a bit more than usual.

The young man blushed, remembering how ... after cuming inside Krist, he had ended up losing consciousness until ... minutes later ... he found himself on his own bed and with the young man's fingers inside his small hole .

- "It's my turn ..." - Krist had whispered to, after a smile, take possession of his lips.

Singto sighed happily and, snuggling next to the young man that was still asleep, closed his eyes as he remembered everything that had happened the day before. And, without a doubt, he had to accept that it had been the best Christmas party he had ever had ... even with the scene that Jung set up that same night ...

FLASHBACK ...

The music was too loud however, the young people who were dancing in the auditorium of the university barely noticed the tired and annoying faces of the professors who, unfortunately, had been chosen to control the party and the possible problems that could appear during it.

- "I'm glad I came..." - Singto commented as he watched the other couples who were on the dance floor, near them.

Krist smiled and, dropping a light kiss on the tip of the young man's nose, made him take a final turn to the sound of music.