The Heartbreaker's Game

03 - Preparations

Jay’s POV

I’ve been chosen; this is like heaven. I can’t believe it. I am going back to Earth and enjoy my time there!

Wahey!

It’s a good thing that my friends weren’t really that envious of me. None of us were whenever we find out who gets to go to Earth again. We were all pleased that whoever the representative is chosen. They all patted my back, told me that I can do it and it’ll be a piece of cake.

As we went back to the dorm, Scott started telling me to make preparations, bombarding me with questions on what my strategy was going to be. Like how am I going to search for the girl since I know absolutely nothing about her, how am I going to approach her, how long will it take for me to do each step and all those other things. But I didn’t care and I wasn’t listening. I hope she’s pretty. Knowing Scott, she would probably be an easy target.

My heads began to get filled up with a hot sexy bitch riding my hard, thick member. It sort of made me hard.

“Kris made me change the prostitute I chose for you into someone else,” Scott grumbled resentfully and began muttering cusses out at Kris and the rest of Neptune Night. “So be warned: it might be a challenge for you.”

My face fell, the image of a fucking hot prostitute on top of me disappearing along with my happiness. “Aww man, I was hoping for a good screw.” My shoulders sagged with disappointment. But then my face lit up. “A challenge! You know I can never resist a good challenge!” I was elated immediately after that. I jumped up into the air giddily and pumped my fist into the air as well.

Scott laughed and ruffled my hair. “That’s the kind of attitude I’m looking for,” he told me as we sat around the living room.

Chad eyed me. “You’re getting huge.”

Everyone turned to stare at me and I covered my member. “Hey, pervert, stop looking at me!” I snapped at him, irritated. “Can we talk about something and direct the subject away from my dick?”

“Jay, make sure you get me a souvenir!” Sameul beamed, practically bouncing in front of me. “Get me a lacy G-string.”

Scott whacked his head. “Hey, you pervert! Shut up!” he chastised the maknae who just pouted. “I will not allow this sort of language under this roof. And no, I am not falling for that cute act of yours.”

“Come on, Scott, you know you loved banging a girl too!” Sameul whined while Desmond raised an eyebrow.

“What will you do with it, anyway, Sameul?” Desmond sniggered, shaking his head. “Wear it?” He tried to imagine Sameul in a pair of G-strings and his eyes could have bled. “Oh, gross. Forget it. Scratch that image out of my head!” He covered his head with his hands and began to shake it violently. “Ugh! Idiot! Why did I think of that? Now I’m going to get nightmares at night!”

“What’s the point when you’re already having day-mares?” I muttered.

Sameul shrugged. “I think I’ll look hot in G-strings,” he replied, battling his eyelashes like he was a girl or something.

Chad winced, shuddering, as though he was remembering a bad memory. “Trust me, take it from someone with experience. You wouldn’t want to wear it. It hurts, you know.”

We all stared at him in disbelief. Did he just say what we all thought he just said? That it hurts while wearing a pair of G-strings?

“You wore G-strings?” I asked with great astonishment in my voice.

He realized he had given away a secret he didn’t want any of us to know and began rubbing the back of his nape. He chuckled nervously, scuffling his feet.