CHAPTER I: DAYDREAMS

So she’s entering the shower. Good! Now, it’s my turn to move...

As usual, Hero has been watching her all night from the balcony opposite her apartment. He could smell the appetizing scent of her cooking.

That would be her infamous chicken and pork casserole, which will be her meal for tonight, and then her packed lunch for tomorrow. If I’m lucky, she would be offering that delicious dish to me after our class when we eat together.

But at the same time, he realizes that if he’s unlucky, she will definitely hate him forever. That would be the end of everything between them.

Got to be extra careful…

The tall, well-built man had rented this apartment a month ago, complete with a six months rental payment. The amount he paid could easily feed a family of six for a year, but he considers this a small sum compared to the priceless chance of being able to see her from afar after he finishes his work for the day. After cooking, she would always close her balcony door and take a shower. He would take this chance to step out into his own apartment's balcony...

And then just stare at that slightly open bathroom door while masturbating in the dark.

As far as everyone in the neighborhood of condominium buildings is concerned, there is no one living in this unit. I’ve paid the landlord well to hide that fact from all the other residents in this complex…

Once his sharp hearing picks up the sound of her showering, Hero will then start imagining scenes of how he would jump to the other side, wait for her to come out of that tiny room, grab her as she steps out, hold her tightly in his arms then start kissing her everywhere as he removes her robe with as much force his muscular arms will allow him…

I doubt if she would really want me in real life, so I can only do that inside my head. To be honest though, given the chance, I might actually do more than just imagine.

As he has done countless times before, he takes advantage of the darkness and whips out his large angry organ out of his black pants. It heatedly pulsed in his hand as he started to beat it in time to his imagined sexual domination of the newly-bathed and reluctant woman that he had just undressed in his mind. This is his usual habit while she took her bath in her apartment and though it normally is a mind-blowing experience for him, he now finds it incredibly lacking.

Damn, this is the time… already? I was hoping that I wouldn’t be wanting her this way this fast. But then again, there’s no better time than now.

Hero puts his still throbbing tool inside his pants then zips up reluctantly. He hurriedly covers his handsome face with a dark blue wrestler’s mask, the type that’s like a sock with holes for the eyes and mouth. He takes off his black shirt and removes matching lightweight sneakers, carelessly throwing it back into the pitch-black room behind him. Agilely and carefully, he then climbs up to his apartment’s narrow balcony rails.  He effortlessly stands up straight while completely barefoot, impressively balancing his broad-shouldered frame on the rails’ strong but slim metal bars…

He then leaps swiftly, smoothly, and soundlessly on to the woman’s balcony, his powerfully long stride expertly clearing the three-meter distance!

”Hello? Is there anyone out there?” calls out a familiar female voice.

Shit, she’s finished with her shower already? Boy, she’s faster this time…

“Hey, is there someone on the balcony?”

Damn it, woman! If there really is a questionable stranger on your balcony, you really think that they would answer you? Sheesh!

Right at that very moment, one of the balcony’s glass doors slides open, and out steps the long-haired, curvy lady, still in her short bathrobe. It took a while for the lustful male to stop himself from staring at her still-moist voluptuous cleavage and smooth legs on full display...

Now!

Hero jumps from his hiding place and throws himself at the suddenly frightened female. His hand automatically finds her mouth, covering it firmly. Meanwhile, his other hand holds her sensual body firmly against his own muscled torso then he forcefully leans into her to push her back into her apartment.

”Mummmphhhh!!! Hurrrpppph!!! HUUUUUUMMMPPHHHH!!!” the woman screamed into his hand.

The shirtless man, his full powerful physique straining hard, throws the woman bodily into the soft, padded

couch which was just beside the balcony door. She almost bounces off the soft cushions, her bathrobe suddenly opening, due to the strength of her landing. He views her full, magnificent breasts shaking in time to her weakened movements and voiceless gasps and feels his member grow even harder and hotter.

  

As she remained breathless on the sofa, Hero takes this time to close and lock the still-open glass door in one swift movement. It took him only a moment to do that and the next second he found himself already on top of the half-naked woman on the sofa, her newly-bathed scent further seducing his senses. He grabs both her big soft breasts firmly with his large hands then starts to savagely suck at a plump nipple…

You’re mine now Lyra! Stop fighting me and I promise you that you won’t regret my having my way with you…

“Earth to Hero! I asked you a question!”

Wait who is that talking? That sounds like Lyra. But she’s under me right now and… Wait, why is she suddenly lying still like a cold fish? That’s not like her at all… And what was the question?

”MR. BIEN AKIHIRO AGPALZA! HELLO! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

He suddenly feels a small smack on his cheek. It wasn’t painful at all but it was enough to bring him out of his very vivid and torrid daydream…

Hero was in Professor Lyra Semana’s class and he now realized with slight horror that he has been sitting there for the past hour and a half while he was stuck in fantasy land. Worse, his female prof, the very one he was daydreaming about a moment ago, is now standing in front of him with those familiar deep dark brown eyes which are now glaring at him. It takes a while for him to gather every bit of his senses together…

Especially since his own gaze has now landed on his furious mentor’s deep curvy cleavage that’s right smack dab in front of his face!

What the… damn it Lyra, button up your fucking blouse, please!

He almost pushes her away in an attempt to get his wits back and his libido under control. Good thing he stops himself in time, since if he was going to push her away then, his hand will be landing exactly where he didn’t want it to be.

Or maybe I do want it there but…

”HERO! What the hell?!”

The man in question swallows hard then just looks up sheepishly at the livid female tapping her foot in front of him, her arms crossed across her big, buxom chest.

”Sorry Professor Semana, it won’t happen again.”

At least not today 'cause our class is about to end...

His classmates slightly laugh in response, while his curvaceous professor gives him a slitty-eyed glare before swiftly stomping back to her desk in front of the room.

I KNEW that was too easy. If that was really her, she would have been fighting like a wildcat before any man can get on top of her. And she wouldn’t be that stupid to ask those questions and walk out of the door if she felt there was someone on the balcony. As a matter of fact, the real-life Lyra Semana is anything BUT stupid!

”Did you say something Mister Agpalza?”

Oh boy, my last name only, huh? She’s really angry this time. Dammit Hero, better make up for it later if you know what's good for you!

”No Ms. Lyra, I didn’t say anything. It’s just my… I mean… your imagination.”