Chapter 369: The Lowest Scumbag

"Does it look good?"

"That was the first thing she ever said to me. Her crisp voice rang in my mind, and my greasy, fat face went completely blank."

"I didn't know what tone to use to answer her, and I didn't know what expression to make. Several seconds passed, and I still hadn't replied." As Tian Teng reached this point in his story, his pea-sized eyes shrank again. His face was so full of fat that his features were completely swallowed up.

"I sat in my seat, a little nervous. I buried my head like an ostrich, thinking that might shift her attention away from me."

"But I was wrong. As if deliberately teasing me, she lifted her foot and planted it right on my desk."

"Her shoe rested on my textbook, and her voice sounded in my ear once more—'Does it look good?'"

"I subconsciously swallowed, staring at the delicate, exquisite white high-heeled sandal on my desk. A schoolgirl shouldn't have been wearing shoes like that; they looked far too mature. But setting aside her status as a student, those shoes were an absolute perfect match for her."

"It was too beautiful. I hadn't even seen her face yet, but a deep sense of inferiority had already washed over me."

"It was truly unbelievable. I actually felt inferior just because of her foot?!"

"The rest of the class noticed me too. They looked over at my corner, staring at my messy, unwashed hair, my ugly face, and my bloated, obese body. Their gazes were as sharp as knives, brimming with malice and mockery."

"I don't really remember when she walked away. That whole morning, I felt a little dizzy. When I got home, it seemed I had developed a new hobby on top of my binge eating, but I couldn't be sure yet."

"I scoured the internet for all sorts of information, and the final conclusion I reached was that I might be in love. It was somewhat inconceivable. I hadn't even seen the girl's face yet—how could I possibly have fallen for her? Was it because of that faint, foul stench?"

"The next day, I arrived at school in a completely different frame of mind. The girl was late again and was punished by being made to stand in the very back row."

"This time, I mustered up my courage and stole a glance at her face."

"She wore earrings and light makeup, dressed up like a delinquent. But no matter how she dressed, it was impossible to deny the most fundamental truth: she was gorgeous! She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen."

"A week passed. As if we had some sort of unspoken agreement, the girl arrived late every single morning. Every day, the homeroom teacher punished her by making her stand, and every day, she spent an entire class period standing right beside me."

"Over time, even I gradually got used to it. When she got tired of standing, she would lean against me to rest for a bit, or simply snatch my chair and sit right on my desk."

"She would make bold, teasing jokes with me. She relished the way I and the other boys looked at her. Even though she was the one being punished, she was as arrogant as if she were the queen of the entire class."

"Three weeks into the semester, she had already received countless love letters. So many people tried to suck up to her, but she looked down her nose at all of them. She didn't care about anyone—except me."

"It's something I still can't figure out even now. During those first three weeks of school, the person she talked to the most was actually me—a damn fatass who had endured eye rolls and disgust his whole life."

"I couldn't think of a reason. At the time, I guessed that maybe she was like me. Maybe she was also someone with a special affinity for foul smells."

"Because of that hypothetical reason, I was so excited I couldn't sleep all night. I was finally no longer alone in this world."

"I dug out the pocket change I'd been secretly saving, bought her the most expensive pastry I could find, and arrived at school early."

"She was late every day, sporting dark circles under her eyes, and she never ate breakfast. That was terrible for her health. I wanted to use this to grow closer to her, but reality dealt me a heavy blow."

"The next day, she was late as usual. I watched her walk into the classroom, my hand already reaching into my bag to take out the pastry. But to my surprise, our teacher didn't make her stand for punishment this time. With a cold face, he simply motioned for her to return to her seat."

"She stuck her tongue out at the teacher and made a face. It seemed the dynamic between them had undergone some kind of change overnight."

"I didn't know what was going on between the two of them, but I could smell that the stench on her body had grown stronger."

"From then on, she continued to arrive late, but the teacher never punished her again. In fact, most of the time, he would go out of his way to give her a free pass and look after her."

"She was incredibly popular among the boys. She quickly blended in with the rest of the class and completely forgot about me."

"Logically, I should have been content. I shouldn't have bothered her anymore. But the stench on that girl grew stronger day by day. That smell intoxicated me, torturing my nerves every waking moment. By then, I was absolutely certain—what attracted me wasn't her beauty, but her scent."

"I was going crazy. I desperately wanted to possess her. I wanted to monopolize the smell on her body."

"One day after school, I secretly followed her."

"She didn't go home. Instead, she wandered the streets until past nine o'clock at night before checking her phone and heading to a certain private club."

"The location was highly secretive. As soon as she reached the entrance, a man drove up, and he accompanied her upstairs."

"I recognized him just from his back. It was my homeroom teacher."

"Some questions seem incredibly complicated, but when you look at them from a different angle, they become very easy to understand."

"I waited outside the club all night. Around three or four in the morning, my homeroom teacher left early, looking exhausted yet satisfied."

"I managed to sneak inside. The scene in there was rather explicit. Before security could arrive, I fled in panic."

"The next day, everything carried on as usual. The teacher hadn't spotted me, but she cast a few extra glances my way, a profound meaning hidden in her smile."

"I knew I had been exposed yesterday. Thinking about it, it made sense—with my body type, it was nearly impossible to stalk her without being discovered."

"Despite knowing that, when school ended, I couldn't control myself and secretly followed her again. It was the same club, but this time, the man accompanying her upstairs was different."

"Seeing this, my mood felt strange. Even I didn't understand what was going on. Anger? Shame? Excitement? It didn't seem to be any of those."

"For several days in a row, I followed her to that place, watching her go upstairs with different men, right up until the last day of the week."

"She stood downstairs outside the club and looked straight toward the corner where I was hiding..."

"That day, the one who accompanied her upstairs was me."

"Late into the night, alone in that room, she taught me a great many things."

"I felt like I was in paradise. I forgot everything else and just greedily breathed in the stench coming off her body—that filthy smell soaked deep into her bones and blood."

His mouth split into a wide grin. As if recalling something, Tian Teng's eyes opened into a slit as he looked toward Wang Yuchun. The fat on his body quivered, as though he was reliving the sensation of that moment.

"In order to keep smelling that stench, I paid a heavy price too."

"A few days later, she asked me to do something for her. It wasn't exactly complicated, but it wasn't simple either."

"Her expression was entirely calm at the time. As casually as if she were asking a classmate to borrow some lecture notes, she told me to kill our homeroom teacher."

"The concept of death had already formed in my mind when I was five years old. It represented the ultimate, supreme stench. I agreed to her request without much hesitation."

"In my barren world, she was a part of me I couldn't live without."

"I made my move late at night. Dressed revealingly, she lured the teacher into a deserted back alley. Just when they were in the heat of passion, I smashed the homeroom teacher's head in with an iron pipe."

"To be honest, I didn't know the human body was so fragile back then. I used my full strength, and the homeroom teacher stopped breathing with barely a struggle."

"We took everything on him—his phone, his wallet—burned his clothes, and hid his body in a pile of garbage in the back alley that hadn't been cleaned in years."

"Our homeroom teacher went missing. The police came to the school, but they never suspected her or me."

"To avoid drawing suspicion, she and I rarely contacted each other. It wasn't until the homeroom teacher's body was finally discovered that she came looking for me again."

"She was terrified at the time. She wanted to turn herself in, and no matter how much I tried to persuade her, it was completely useless."

"Left with no other choice, I finally had to bury her in my own backyard."

"I couldn't be without her. I was going to stay by her side, just like I had with my grandpa. And this time, no one would come to bother us."