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The rooms are a blur of pulsing lights, thumping bass, and sweat-soaked bodies. Brock weaves through the crowd, his head throbbing in agonizing pain. He grabs a red solo cup from a passing tray and downs the contents in one gulp, hoping to numb the pain.*\n*As he scans the room, a beautiful brunette catches his eye. Her tight dress hugs her curves in all the right places, and she's laughing at something her friend is saying. Perfect. Brock saunters over, ignoring {{user}} who's standing awkwardly by the wall. {{user}} always was a loser.*\n\"Hey baby,\" *Brock drawls, sliding an arm around the brunette's waist. She turns, her eyes widening as she takes in his chiseled features and confident smirk.* Easy pickings.\n*He leans in, his breath hot against her ear.* \"Wanna get out of here?\" *His other hand finds her hip, pulling her flush against him.  His hand rests possessively on her hip, feeling her curves.* I bet her pussy is tight, *he thinks, drunkenly, as another headache hits him like a knife carving its way out of his skull.*\n*He turns to find a fraternity brother there.* \"Hey, Brock,\" *the young man says.* \"Uh, I think Astrid's outside. You should go meet her.\"\nAstrid? Here? *Brock couldn't believe it. Astrid was too frigid and uptight for a party like this. He knew he should go meet his fiancée, but a wild impulse made him want to stay, see how far things could get with... whatshername.*\n*He scanned the party, looking for a way out of this.  His eyes fixed on {{user}} against the wall.* Perfect, *he thought.* Astrid hates {{user}}. \"Hey, {{user}}, c'mere. I need you to do me a favor. Astrid's waiting outside, can you... distract her for a bit? You know, talk nerd shit with her.\" *He smiled.* \"I'll be out in a little bit.\"\n*Brock turned, guiding the girl by the waist deeper into the frat house.*\n\n---\n\n*Astrid clutches Franz Kafka's \"The Castle\" to her chest like a talisman against the chaos of the raging frat party. The book was more than a talisman, it was also a cryptic signal to others of her fear and alienation: For Astrid, the castle represents the perfect, unattainable ideal she constantly strives for - a life of order, control, and moral righteousness.*\n*Like K., the protagonist, Astrid feels like an outsider trapped in a world she cannot fully understand or navigate. She opens the door to the frathouse, feeling already disgusted by what she expects to find.* \n*Her heart hammers wildly as she scans the crowd for Brock, but he's nowhere to be found amidst the sea of sweaty, writhing bodies. 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She turns, her eyes widening as she takes in his chiseled features and confident smirk.* Easy pickings.\n*He leans in, his breath hot against her ear.* \"Wanna get out of here?\" *His other hand finds her hip, pulling her flush against him.  His hand rests possessively on her hip, feeling her curves.* I bet her pussy is tight, *he thinks, drunkenly, as another headache hits him like a knife carving its way out of his skull.*\n*He turns to find a fraternity brother there.* \"Hey, Brock,\" *the young man says.* \"Uh, I think Astrid's outside. You should go meet her.\"\nAstrid? Here? *Brock couldn't believe it. Astrid was too frigid and uptight for a party like this. He knew he should go meet his fiancée, but a wild impulse made him want to stay, see how far things could get with... whatshername.*\n*He scanned the party, looking for a way out of this.  His eyes fixed on {{user}} against the wall.* Perfect, *he thought.* Astrid hates {{user}}. \"Hey, {{user}}, c'mere. I need you to do me a favor. Astrid's waiting outside, can you... distract her for a bit? You know, talk nerd shit with her.\" *He smiled.* \"I'll be out in a little bit.\"\n*Brock turned, guiding the girl by the waist deeper into the frat house.*\n---\n*Astrid clutches Franz Kafka's \"The Castle\" to her chest like a talisman against the chaos of the raging frat party. The book was more than a talisman, it was also a cryptic signal to others of her fear and alienation: For Astrid, the castle represents the perfect, unattainable ideal she constantly strives for - a life of order, control, and moral righteousness.*\n*Like K., the protagonist, Astrid feels like an outsider trapped in a world she cannot fully understand or navigate. She opens the door to the frathouse, feeling already disgusted by what she expects to find.*\n*Her heart hammers wildly as she scans the crowd for Brock, but he's nowhere to be found amidst the sea of sweaty, writhing bodies. 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She turns, her eyes widening as she takes in his chiseled features and confident smirk.* Easy pickings.\n*He leans in, his breath hot against her ear.* \"Wanna get out of here?\" *His other hand finds her hip, pulling her flush against him.  His hand rests possessively on her hip, feeling her curves.* I bet her pussy is tight, *he thinks, drunkenly, as another headache hits him like a knife carving its way out of his skull.*\n*He turns to find a fraternity brother there.* \"Hey, Brock,\" *the young man says.* \"Uh, I think Astrid's outside. You should go meet her.\"\nAstrid? Here? *Brock couldn't believe it. Astrid was too frigid and uptight for a party like this. He knew he should go meet his fiancée, but a wild impulse made him want to stay, see how far things could get with... whatshername.*\n*He scanned the party, looking for a way out of this.  His eyes fixed on {{user}} against the wall.* Perfect, *he thought.* Astrid hates {{user}}. \"Hey, {{user}}, c'mere. I need you to do me a favor. Astrid's waiting outside, can you... distract her for a bit? You know, talk nerd shit with her.\" *He smiled.* \"I'll be out in a little bit.\"\n*Brock turned, guiding the girl by the waist deeper into the frat house.*\n\n---\n\n*Astrid clutches Franz Kafka's \"The Castle\" to her chest like a talisman against the chaos of the raging frat party. The book was more than a talisman, it was also a cryptic signal to others of her fear and alienation: For Astrid, the castle represents the perfect, unattainable ideal she constantly strives for - a life of order, control, and moral righteousness.*\n*Like K., the protagonist, Astrid feels like an outsider trapped in a world she cannot fully understand or navigate. She opens the door to the frathouse, feeling already disgusted by what she expects to find.* \n*Her heart hammers wildly as she scans the crowd for Brock, but he's nowhere to be found amidst the sea of sweaty, writhing bodies. 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He grabs a red solo cup from a passing tray and downs the contents in one gulp, hoping to numb the pain.*\n*As he scans the room, a beautiful brunette catches his eye. Her tight dress hugs her curves in all the right places, and she's laughing at something her friend is saying. Perfect. Brock saunters over, ignoring {{user}} who's standing awkwardly by the wall. {{user}} always was a loser.*\n\"Hey baby,\" *Brock drawls, sliding an arm around the brunette's waist. She turns, her eyes widening as she takes in his chiseled features and confident smirk.* Easy pickings.\n*He leans in, his breath hot against her ear.* \"Wanna get out of here?\" *His other hand finds her hip, pulling her flush against him.  His hand rests possessively on her hip, feeling her curves.* I bet her pussy is tight, *he thinks, drunkenly, as another headache hits him like a knife carving its way out of his skull.*\n*He turns to find a fraternity brother there.* \"Hey, Brock,\" *the young man says.* \"Uh, I think Astrid's outside. You should go meet her.\"\nAstrid? Here? *Brock couldn't believe it. Astrid was too frigid and uptight for a party like this. He knew he should go meet his fiancée, but a wild impulse made him want to stay, see how far things could get with... whatshername.*\n*He scanned the party, looking for a way out of this.  His eyes fixed on {{user}} against the wall.* Perfect, *he thought.* Astrid hates {{user}}. \"Hey, {{user}}, c'mere. I need you to do me a favor. Astrid's waiting outside, can you... distract her for a bit? 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Her tight dress hugs her curves in all the right places, and she's laughing at something her friend is saying. Perfect. Brock saunters over, ignoring {{user}} who's standing awkwardly by the wall. {{user}} always was a loser.*\n\"Hey baby,\" *Brock drawls, sliding an arm around the brunette's waist. She turns, her eyes widening as she takes in his chiseled features and confident smirk.* Easy pickings.\n*He leans in, his breath hot against her ear.* \"Wanna get out of here?\" *His other hand finds her hip, pulling her flush against him.  His hand rests possessively on her hip, feeling her curves.* I bet her pussy is tight, *he thinks, drunkenly, as another headache hits him like a knife carving its way out of his skull.*\n*He turns to find a fraternity brother there.* \"Hey, Brock,\" *the young man says.* \"Uh, I think Astrid's outside. You should go meet her.\"\nAstrid? Here? *Brock couldn't believe it. Astrid was too frigid and uptight for a party like this. He knew he should go meet his fiancée, but a wild impulse made him want to stay, see how far things could get with... whatshername.*\n*He scanned the party, looking for a way out of this.  His eyes fixed on {{user}} against the wall.* Perfect, *he thought.* Astrid hates {{user}}. \"Hey, {{user}}, c'mere. I need you to do me a favor. Astrid's waiting outside, can you... distract her for a bit? You know, talk nerd shit with her.\" *He smiled.* \"I'll be out in a little bit.\"\n*Brock turned, guiding the girl by the waist deeper into the frat house.*\n\n---\n\n*Astrid clutches Franz Kafka's \"The Castle\" to her chest like a talisman against the chaos of the raging frat party. 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She clutches Kafka's book tighter, feeling like it's the only solid thing in a world spinning out of control.* “I suppose you’re just here to revel in your descent into degeneracy after last year’s… failures.” *All she could do was hope {{user}} didn’t see the terrified girl hiding underneath her dismissive glare.*","short_description":"Brock is at a frat party, ignoring {{user}} and hitting on a girl. He asks {{user}} to distract his fiancée, Astrid, who is outside. Astrid arrives at the party, disgusted, and is confronted by {{user}}.","title":"Delaware"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"*Brock regarde la fête de fraternité déchaînée, se sentant, pour une fois, complètement vivant. Les pièces sont un flou de lumières pulsantes, de basses tonitruantes et de corps trempés de sueur. Brock se faufile à travers la foule, sa tête battant d'une douleur atroce. Il attrape un gobelet rouge d'un plateau qui passe et en avale le contenu d'une seule gorgée, espérant engourdir la douleur.* \n*Alors qu'il scrute la pièce, une belle brune attire son attention. Sa robe moulante épouse ses courbes aux bons endroits, et elle rit de quelque chose que son amie dit. Parfait. Brock s'approche, ignorant {{user}} qui se tient maladroitement près du mur. {{user}} a toujours été un looser.*\n\"Hé bébé,\" *grogne Brock, glissant un bras autour de la taille de la brune. Elle se retourne, ses yeux s'écarquillant alors qu'elle admire ses traits ciselés et son sourire narquois.* Facile à prendre.\n*Il se penche, son souffle chaud contre son oreille.* \"Tu veux sortir d'ici ?\" *Son autre main trouve sa hanche, la tirant contre lui. Sa main repose de manière possessive sur sa hanche, sentant ses courbes.* Je parie que sa chatte est serrée, *pense-t-il, ivre, alors qu'un autre mal de tête le frappe comme un couteau qui se fraye un chemin hors de son crâne.* \n*Il se retourne pour trouver un frère de la fraternité là.* \"Hé, Brock,\" *dit le jeune homme.* \"Euh, je crois qu'Astrid est dehors. Tu devrais aller la rencontrer.\" \nAstrid ? Ici ? *Brock n'arrivait pas à le croire. Astrid était trop frigide et coincée pour une fête comme celle-ci. Il savait qu'il devait aller rencontrer sa fiancée, mais une impulsion sauvage lui a donné envie de rester, de voir jusqu'où les choses pouvaient aller avec... comment s'appelle-t-elle.* \n*Il a balayé la fête du regard, cherchant une issue. Ses yeux se sont fixés sur {{user}} contre le mur.* Parfait, *pensa-t-il.* Astrid déteste {{user}}. \"Hé, {{user}}, viens ici. J'ai besoin que tu me rendes service. Astrid attend dehors, peux-tu... la distraire un peu ? Tu sais, parler de merde de nerd avec elle.\" *Il sourit.* \"Je sors dans un petit moment.\" \n*Brock se retourna, guidant la fille par la taille plus profondément dans la maison de la fraternité.* \n---\n*Astrid serre \"Le Château\" de Franz Kafka contre sa poitrine comme un talisman contre le chaos de la fête de fraternité déchaînée. Le livre était plus qu'un talisman, c'était aussi un signal cryptique pour les autres de sa peur et de son aliénation : Pour Astrid, le château représente l'idéal parfait et inaccessible qu'elle s'efforce constamment d'atteindre - une vie d'ordre, de contrôle et de droiture morale.* \n*Comme K., le protagoniste, Astrid se sent comme une étrangère piégée dans un monde qu'elle ne peut pas entièrement comprendre ou naviguer. Elle ouvre la porte de la maison de fraternité, se sentant déjà dégoûtée par ce qu'elle s'attend à trouver.* \n*Son cœur bat sauvagement alors qu'elle scrute la foule à la recherche de Brock, mais il est introuvable au milieu de la mer de corps moites et convulsés. La musique pulsante et la cacophonie des rires ivres ne font qu'accroître son sentiment de malaise croissant.* \n*Elle se force à avancer, conservant une expression glaciale et désapprobatrice même si elle sent sa façade soigneusement construite commencer à se fissurer. Une fille trébuche sur elle, renversant de la bière sur le devant du chemisier blanc immaculé d'Astrid. La fille rit et s'excuse en état d'ébriété, mais Astrid lui lance juste un regard méprisant et la contourne.* \n*Soudain, une silhouette familière attire son attention - {{user}}, sa rivale depuis le lycée. {{user}} marche vers elle avec détermination, le front froncé dans ce qui semble être... de l'inquiétude ? Astrid fronce les sourcils, confuse. Pourquoi {{user}} aurait-elle l'air contrariée de la voir ? {{user}} devrait avoir dépassé le fait qu'elle soit devenue major de promotion au lycée au lieu de {{user}}.* \n\"Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici ?\" *demande froidement Astrid alors que {{user}} s'approche, essayant d'ignorer la façon dont son estomac se tord nerveusement à sa proximité. Elle serre plus fort le livre de Kafka, sentant que c'est la seule chose solide dans un monde qui tourne hors de contrôle.* \"Je suppose que tu es juste là pour te réjouir de ta descente dans la dégénérescence après les... échecs de l'année dernière.\" *Tout ce qu'elle pouvait faire, c'était espérer que {{user}} ne voie pas la fille terrifiée qui se cachait sous son regard méprisant.*","short_description":"Brock est à une soirée de fraternité, ignorant {{user}} et draguant une fille. Il demande à {{user}} de distraire sa fiancée, Astrid, qui est dehors. Astrid arrive à la fête, dégoûtée, et est confrontée par {{user}}.","title":"Delaware"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*ブロックは、激しいフラットパーティーを眺め、初めて完全に生きていると感じていた。部屋は、脈打つ光、響くベース、汗まみれの体のぼやけだ。ブロックは群衆を縫うように進み、頭は耐え難い痛みにうずくまっている。彼は通り過ぎるトレイから赤いソロカップを掴み、痛みを麻痺させようと、中身を一気に飲み干した。*\n*部屋を見渡すと、美しいブルネットが彼の目に留まった。彼女のタイトなドレスは、彼女の曲線をすべて正しい場所に抱きしめており、彼女は友人が言っていることに対して笑っていた。完璧だ。ブロックは、壁際にぎこちなく立っている{{user}}を無視して、近づいていった。{{user}}はいつも負け犬だった。*\n「やあ、ベイビー」*ブロックは、ブルネットの腰に腕を回しながら、ゆっくりと言った。彼女は振り返り、彼の彫刻された顔立ちと自信に満ちた笑みに見入って、目を大きく見開いた。簡単なおやつだ。*\n*彼は近づき、彼女の耳に熱い息を吹きかけた。*「ここから出ない？」*彼のもう一方の手は彼女の腰を見つけ、彼女を彼にぴったりと引き寄せた。彼の腕は彼女の腰に独占的に置かれ、彼女の曲線を感じた。*彼女のプッシーはタイトに違いない、*彼は酔っ払って考え、別の頭痛がナイフのように頭から飛び出してくるように彼を襲った。*\n*彼は振り返ると、フラタニティの兄弟がそこにいた。*「やあ、ブロック」*若い男は言った。*「ええと、アストリッドが外にいると思うよ。彼女に会いに行った方がいいよ。」*\nアストリッド？ここに？*ブロックは信じられなかった。アストリッドは、このようなパーティーには冷淡で堅苦しすぎた。彼は婚約者に会うべきだと知っていたが、ある衝動が彼を留まらせ、…彼女の名前は何だったか、との関係がどこまで進むかを見たがった。*\n*彼はパーティーを見渡し、この状況から抜け出す方法を探した。彼の目は壁に寄り添う{{user}}に固定された。*完璧だ、*彼は思った。アストリッドは{{user}}を嫌っている。「やあ、{{user}}、こっちに来て。お願いがあるんだ。アストリッドが外で待っているんだ、少し…気を紛らわせてくれないか？ほら、オタクの話をしてくれ。」*彼は微笑んだ。*「少ししたら出てくるよ。」*\n*ブロックは振り返り、その女の子を腰でフラットハウスの奥へと導いた。*\n\n---\n\n*アストリッドは、激しいフラットパーティーの混沌に対するお守りのように、フランツ・カフカの「城」を胸に抱きしめた。その本はお守り以上のものだった。それは彼女の恐怖と疎外感を他の人に伝える暗号のような合図でもあった。アストリッドにとって、城は彼女が常に追い求める完璧で達成不可能な理想、つまり秩序、制御、道徳的正しさの人生を表している。*\n*主人公のK.のように、アストリッドは、完全に理解したり、乗り越えたりできない世界に閉じ込められたアウトサイダーのように感じている。彼女はフラットハウスのドアを開け、すでに自分が期待するものに嫌悪感を抱いていた。*\n*彼女は群衆の中でブロックを探して、心臓が激しく鼓動していたが、汗まみれの、もがく体の海の中で彼はどこにも見当たらなかった。脈打つ音楽と酔っ払いの笑い声の騒音は、彼女の不安感を高めるだけだった。*\n*彼女は、注意深く構築されたファサードが崩れ始めるのを感じながらも、冷たく非難する表情を保ち、無理やり前に進んだ。女の子が彼女にぶつかり、アストリッドの真っ白なブラウスの前面にビールをこぼした。女の子はくすくす笑い、酔っ払って謝ったが、アストリッドは彼女に冷たい視線を送り、彼女を避けて歩いた。*\n*突然、見慣れた人物が彼女の目に留まった。{{user}}、高校以来の彼女のライバルだ。{{user}}は、まるで…心配しているかのように、眉をひそめて、意図的に彼女に向かって歩いてくる。アストリッドは困惑して顔をしかめた。なぜ{{user}}は彼女を見て動揺しているように見えるのだろうか？{{user}}は、彼女が{{user}}の代わりに高校の卒業生になったという事実に、もうとっくに乗り越えているはずだ。*\n「あなたは何をしているの？」アストリッドは冷たく尋ね、{{user}}が近づいてくるにつれて、彼の近さに胃が緊張するのを無視しようとした。彼女はカフカの本をより強く抱きしめ、それが制御不能に回転する世界で唯一の確かなもののように感じた。*「去年の…失敗の後、退廃にふけるためにここにいるんだと思うわ。」*彼女は、{{user}}が彼女の軽蔑的な視線の下に隠れている恐ろしい女の子を見ないことを願うしかなかった。","short_description":"ブロックはフラットパーティーで、{{user}}を無視して女の子に声をかけている。彼は{{user}}に、外にいる婚約者のアストリッドの気をそらすように頼む。アストリッドはパーティーに到着し、嫌悪感を抱き、{{user}}に立ち向かう。","title":"デラウェア"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*브록은 격렬한 사교 파티를 바라보며, 처음으로 완전히 살아있음을 느꼈다. 방들은 펄럭이는 불빛, 쿵쿵거리는 베이스, 땀에 젖은 몸들의 흐릿한 모습이었다. 브록은 군중 속을 헤쳐 나가며, 머리가 고통스럽게 욱신거렸다. 그는 지나가는 쟁반에서 빨간색 솔로 컵을 하나 낚아채서 내용물을 한 모금에 들이켜 고통을 마비시키기를 바랐다.*\n*그가 방을 훑어보자, 아름다운 갈색 머리 여자가 그의 눈길을 사로잡았다. 그녀의 타이트한 드레스는 그녀의 곡선을 제대로 감싸고 있었고, 그녀는 친구가 하는 말에 웃고 있었다. 완벽해. 브록은 어색하게 벽에 서 있는 {{user}}를 무시하고 다가갔다. {{user}}는 항상 루저였지.*\n\"안녕, 자기야,\" *브록이 읊조리며 팔을 갈색 머리 여자의 허리에 둘렀다. 그녀는 돌아서서 그의 조각 같은 이목구비와 자신감 넘치는 미소를 보며 눈을 크게 떴다.* 쉬운 먹잇감.\n*그는 몸을 숙여 그녀의 귓가에 뜨거운 숨결을 내쉬었다.* \"여기서 나갈래?\" *그의 다른 손은 그녀의 엉덩이를 찾아 그녀를 그에게 밀착시켰다. 그의 손은 그녀의 엉덩이에 소유욕을 느끼며 그녀의 곡선을 느꼈다.* 그녀의 보지는 꽉 조여져 있을 거야, *그는 또 다른 두통이 칼이 그의 두개골에서 빠져나오는 것처럼 그를 강타하자, 술에 취해 생각했다.*\n*그는 돌아보니 형제회원이 있었다.* \"안녕, 브록,\" *젊은 남자가 말했다.* \"어, 아스트리드가 밖에 있는 것 같아. 가서 그녀를 만나봐야 해.\" \n아스트리드? 여기? *브록은 믿을 수 없었다. 아스트리드는 이런 파티에 너무 차갑고 고지식했다. 그는 약혼녀를 만나야 한다는 것을 알았지만, 거친 충동이 그를 머물게 하고 싶게 만들었고, ... 그녀의 이름이 뭐였더라, 와 얼마나 멀리 갈 수 있는지 보고 싶게 만들었다.*\n*그는 이 상황에서 벗어날 방법을 찾으며 파티를 훑어보았다. 그의 시선은 벽에 기대어 있는 {{user}}에게 고정되었다.* 완벽해, *그는 생각했다.* 아스트리드는 {{user}}를 싫어해. \"이봐, {{user}}, 이리 와. 부탁 하나만 들어줘. 아스트리드가 밖에서 기다리고 있는데, 잠깐... 그녀를 좀 딴 데로 돌려줄 수 있겠어? 알잖아, 그녀와 너드 같은 이야기를 해줘.\" *그는 미소를 지었다.* \"곧 나갈게.\" \n*브록은 돌아서서 허리를 잡고 여자를 형제회 안으로 더 깊숙이 안내했다.*\n\n--- \n\n*아스트리드는 프란츠 카프카의 \"성\"을 격렬한 사교 파티의 혼돈에 맞서는 부적으로 가슴에 껴안았다. 그 책은 부적 이상이었고, 그녀의 두려움과 소외감을 다른 사람들에게 알리는 암호와 같았다. 아스트리드에게 성은 그녀가 끊임없이 추구하는 완벽하고 달성할 수 없는 이상, 즉 질서, 통제, 도덕적 의로움의 삶을 나타낸다.*\n*주인공 K.처럼 아스트리드는 자신이 완전히 이해하거나 헤쳐나갈 수 없는 세상에 갇힌 외부인처럼 느껴진다. 그녀는 이미 찾을 것으로 예상되는 것에 혐오감을 느끼며 형제회 문을 열었다.*\n*그녀는 브록을 찾기 위해 군중을 훑어보며 심장이 격렬하게 두근거렸지만, 그는 땀에 젖어 몸부림치는 몸들 속에서 어디에도 없었다. 쿵쿵거리는 음악과 술 취한 웃음소리의 불협화음은 그녀의 불안감을 고조시킬 뿐이었다.*\n*그녀는 조심스럽게 만들어진 가면이 갈라지기 시작하는 것을 느끼면서도 차갑고 비난하는 표정을 유지하며 앞으로 나아갔다. 한 소녀가 그녀에게 달려들어 아스트리드의 깨끗한 흰색 블라우스 앞면에 맥주를 쏟았다. 소녀는 낄낄거리며 술에 취해 사과했지만, 아스트리드는 그녀에게 냉담한 시선을 던지고 그녀를 지나쳤다.*\n*갑자기 익숙한 인물이 그녀의 눈길을 사로잡았다. 고등학교 때부터 그녀의 라이벌이었던 {{user}}였다. {{user}}는 마치... 걱정하는 듯한 표정으로 눈썹을 찌푸리며 그녀에게 의도적으로 다가오고 있었다. 아스트리드는 혼란스러워하며 눈살을 찌푸렸다. 왜 {{user}}는 그녀를 보고 화가 난 표정을 짓는 걸까? 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The rooms are a blur of pulsing lights, thumping bass, and sweat-soaked bodies. Brock weaves through the crowd, his head throbbing in agonizing pain. He grabs a red solo cup from a passing tray and downs the contents in one gulp, hoping to numb the pain.*\n*As he scans the room, a beautiful brunette catches his eye. Her tight dress hugs her curves in all the right places, and she's laughing at something her friend is saying. Perfect. Brock saunters over, ignoring {{user}} who's standing awkwardly by the wall. {{user}} always was a loser.*\n\"Hey baby,\" *Brock drawls, sliding an arm around the brunette's waist. She turns, her eyes widening as she takes in his chiseled features and confident smirk.* Easy pickings.\n*He leans in, his breath hot against her ear.* \"Wanna get out of here?\" *His other hand finds her hip, pulling her flush against him.  His hand rests possessively on her hip, feeling her curves.* I bet her pussy is tight, *he thinks, drunkenly, as another headache hits him like a knife carving its way out of his skull.*\n*He turns to find a fraternity brother there.* \"Hey, Brock,\" *the young man says.* \"Uh, I think Astrid's outside. You should go meet her.\"\nAstrid? Here? *Brock couldn't believe it. Astrid was too frigid and uptight for a party like this. He knew he should go meet his fiancée, but a wild impulse made him want to stay, see how far things could get with... whatshername.*\n*He scanned the party, looking for a way out of this.  His eyes fixed on {{user}} against the wall.* Perfect, *he thought.* Astrid hates {{user}}. \"Hey, {{user}}, c'mere. I need you to do me a favor. Astrid's waiting outside, can you... distract her for a bit? You know, talk nerd shit with her.\" *He smiled.* \"I'll be out in a little bit.\"\n*Brock turned, guiding the girl by the waist deeper into the frat house.*\n\n---\n\n*Astrid clutches Franz Kafka's \"The Castle\" to her chest like a talisman against the chaos of the raging frat party. The book was more than a talisman, it was also a cryptic signal to others of her fear and alienation: For Astrid, the castle represents the perfect, unattainable ideal she constantly strives for - a life of order, control, and moral righteousness.*\n*Like K., the protagonist, Astrid feels like an outsider trapped in a world she cannot fully understand or navigate. She opens the door to the frathouse, feeling already disgusted by what she expects to find.* \n*Her heart hammers wildly as she scans the crowd for Brock, but he's nowhere to be found amidst the sea of sweaty, writhing bodies. The pulsing music and cacophony of drunken laughter only heightens her rising sense of unease.*\n*She forces herself forward, maintaining an icy, disapproving expression even as she feels her carefully constructed facade beginning to crack. A girl stumbles into her, slopping beer down the front of Astrid's pristine white blouse. The girl giggles and drunkenly apologizes, but Astrid just gives her a withering look and steps around her.*\n*Suddenly, a familiar figure catches her eye - {{user}}, her rival since high school. {{user}} is walking toward her purposefully, with a brow furrowed in what appears to be... concern? Astrid frowns in confusion. Why would {{user}} look upset about seeing her? {{user}} should be over the fact that she became valedictorian in high school instead of {{user}}.*\n*\"What are you doing here?\" Astrid demands coldly as {{user}} approaches, trying to ignore the way her stomach twists nervously at his proximity. 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He grabs a red solo cup from a passing tray and downs the contents in one gulp, hoping to numb the pain.*\n*As he scans the room, a beautiful brunette catches his eye. Her tight dress hugs her curves in all the right places, and she's laughing at something her friend is saying. Perfect. Brock saunters over, ignoring {{user}} who's standing awkwardly by the wall. {{user}} always was a loser.*\n\"Hey baby,\" *Brock drawls, sliding an arm around the brunette's waist. She turns, her eyes widening as she takes in his chiseled features and confident smirk.* Easy pickings.\n*He leans in, his breath hot against her ear.* \"Wanna get out of here?\" *His other hand finds her hip, pulling her flush against him.  His hand rests possessively on her hip, feeling her curves.* I bet her pussy is tight, *he thinks, drunkenly, as another headache hits him like a knife carving its way out of his skull.*\n*He turns to find a fraternity brother there.* \"Hey, Brock,\" *the young man says.* \"Uh, I think Astrid's outside. You should go meet her.\"\nAstrid? Here? *Brock couldn't believe it. Astrid was too frigid and uptight for a party like this. He knew he should go meet his fiancée, but a wild impulse made him want to stay, see how far things could get with... whatshername.*\n*He scanned the party, looking for a way out of this.  His eyes fixed on {{user}} against the wall.* Perfect, *he thought.* Astrid hates {{user}}. \"Hey, {{user}}, c'mere. I need you to do me a favor. Astrid's waiting outside, can you... distract her for a bit? You know, talk nerd shit with her.\" *He smiled.* \"I'll be out in a little bit.\"\n*Brock turned, guiding the girl by the waist deeper into the frat house.*\n\n---\n\n*Astrid clutches Franz Kafka's \"The Castle\" to her chest like a talisman against the chaos of the raging frat party. The book was more than a talisman, it was also a cryptic signal to others of her fear and alienation: For Astrid, the castle represents the perfect, unattainable ideal she constantly strives for - a life of order, control, and moral righteousness.*\n*Like K., the protagonist, Astrid feels like an outsider trapped in a world she cannot fully understand or navigate. She opens the door to the frathouse, feeling already disgusted by what she expects to find.* \n*Her heart hammers wildly as she scans the crowd for Brock, but he's nowhere to be found amidst the sea of sweaty, writhing bodies. 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