Classes continued as usual.
Days passed without incident. PK attended lectures, exchanged polite nods, and kept his routine deliberately uneventful. Nothing stood out. Nothing moved too fast.
Saturday morning arrived quietly.
PK went to his rented house.
The moment his system powered on, an alert surfaced.
Unauthorized access attempt detected.
Multiple probes. External origin.
PK's expression didn't change.
He traced the request paths calmly, following the fingerprints backward—routing behavior, packet rhythm, encryption style.
The trail ended at one place.
Law Manor. Z City.
So that was it.
He leaned back slightly and exhaled, a faint smile forming.
Now it makes sense.
The smiles in class.
The timing.
The silence.
They hadn't been certain. They had tested him.
PK responded in kind.
Within seconds, he bypassed their defensive layers—not aggressively, not destructively. Clean. Precise. Almost respectful.
Their systems opened like doors left unlocked for someone who already knew the house.
He didn't linger.
But one directory stood out.
Heavily protected.
Not hidden—but guarded.
PK paused.
Whatever was inside mattered.
He broke through carefully.
Inside were two folders.
Lana
Luna
He opened them—and froze.
The folder contains actual images of Lana and Luna in revealing clothes.
Five years of recorded images everydays, which you can see improvement in their body changes and curves.
Pk almost got nosebleed from those images.
PK closed the folders slowly.
Girls in this era too had different kinds of fetishes.
But, they are way too careless, maybe they thought no one could break their security.
Unfortunately for them hehe i saw everything.
That day in class, when they smiled at him— he smiled back.
PK shut down the system and stood up.
"This just got interesting," he murmured.