Chapitre 32: 32. Vernon Sword Style

Otis' room, a few hours earlier…

Otis Vernon let out a few ragged but relieved breaths as he got out of the toilet, rubbing his tummy with her air of satisfaction hovering over his head..

"Phew!" he breathed, pinching his nostrils shut with his fingers to save him from the smell that he created with his own waste.

"That was really a blast," he said as he looked at the toilet one more time before hitting the button to flush everything down the drain.

He then looked at his roommate's empty bed and released a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, he is not here."

Otis rubbed his belly again as it rumbled slightly. "I'm never trying that milk again. Never ever."

Relieved of his natural burden, Otis glanced at the clock inside his dorm room and saw that he had missed basically a good number of classes for the day, thanks to his stomach and serial pooping issues.

He sighed in his heart as his eyes were fixed on the ticking clock.