夏天的诱惑，我如何被一群美女包围完蛋我被美女包围了夏天角色

“夏天，夏天，夏天……”我 repeatedly muttering to myself as I stood in front of the air conditioning in the office. The August heat was relentless, and even the little AC couldn’t keep up. My face was painted with beads of sweat, and my clothes, which were already a bit thin, were now looking more like a cheap t-shirt from H&M. I was trying to stay professional, but honestly, the sight of my reflection in the mirror made me feel like a dog in a dogfight.

It all started on a Tuesday morning. I had just arrived at work, and the office was quiet. But then, the phone rang. It was my boss, and he had some urgent meeting to attend. “Quick, grab a coffee and meet me at the café on the second floor,” he said, without a second thought. I hesitated for a moment, then quickly sprinted out of the office, my boss following close behind.

The café was bustling with people, but I immediately noticed something unusual about the crowd. There were a group of women, all in their early twenties, that seemed to be the center of attention. They were stylish, well-dressed, and exuding confidence. I couldn’t help but glance at them a few times, wondering what they were doing there. But I quickly changed my mind, and I focused on finding my boss.

As I walked through the café, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, I was trying to concentrate on my work, but on the other hand, I couldn’t take my eyes off those women. Their laughter, the way they carried themselves, the way they turned to smile at me when I passed by— it was all so... alluring.

When I finally found my boss, he was looking a bit stressed but still professional. “Everything’s fine, I just needed to grab a coffee,” he said, trying to sound casual. I gave him a polite smile and quickly left the café, my mind racing with thoughts I shouldn’t be having.

That night, I decided to take a walk around the city. It had been a long day, and I needed some air. As I strolled down the street, I couldn’t help but feel a bit of a pang of excitement. The night was warm, the air was cool, and the stars were out in full force. But then, I saw them again— the group of women from the café. They were walking towards me, their laughter echoing through the street.

I froze. I didn’t know what to do. Should I run? Should I say something? But then I remembered what happened earlier that day. I had been so focused on my work that I hadn’t paid attention to them, and now I felt like I owed them an explanation. Or maybe not. Maybe I just needed to get away from them.

But the longer I stood there, the more I felt the urge to move. I started walking towards them, not sure what I was going to say, but determined to get away. They were all looking at me, their eyes meeting mine. I tried to look away, but it was so hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Finally, I turned and walked away, but the image of those women chasing me through the street stayed with me. It was like they had a mind of their own and were trying to catch up with me. It was a little scary, but I managed to keep walking until I found a bench in the park. I sat down and just closed my eyes, hoping that this was all just a bad dream.

The next day, I was back at work, but I couldn’t shake off the thoughts of those women. I decided to take a different route home, just to see if I could avoid them. But as I walked through the same streets, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. The air was still warm, the stars were still up, but something was different.

Then I saw them again. They were walking towards me, their laughter now more melodic than ever. This time, I didn’t say anything. I just kept walking, determined to get away. But as I got further away, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of a pang in my chest. It was like they had followed me, even though I had tried to run away.

That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t sleep, and the thoughts of those women kept coming back to me. I tried to convince myself that it was just a bad dream, but the memory was so vivid that I knew it was real. I decided to do something about it, but I wasn’t sure what.

The following week, I decided to go to the gym. It was a place I usually avoided, but I figured it was the only way to deal with this. As I walked through the doors, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of excitement. The air was fresh, the music was pumping, and the people around me were all in good spirits. But then I saw them again— the group of women from the café. They were there, too. They were working out, laughing, and looking as confident as ever.

I froze again. I didn’t know what to do. Should I say something? Should I run? But then I remembered what had happened earlier. I had been so focused on my work that I hadn’t paid attention to them, and now I felt like I owed them an explanation. Or maybe not. Maybe I just needed to get away.

But the longer I stood there, the more I felt the urge to move. I started walking towards them, not sure what I was going to say, but determined to get away. They were all looking at me, their eyes meeting mine. I tried to look away, but it was so hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Finally, I turned and walked away, but the image of those women chasing me through the gym stayed with me. It was like they had a mind of their own and were trying to catch up with me. It was a little scary, but I managed to keep walking until I found a different part of the building. I just needed some space, some peace, some quiet.

As I left the gym, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of relief. I had managed to avoid them for now, but I knew that this was just a temporary solution. The problem was still there, and I still felt the pull of those women’s attention. I just hoped that one day, I could figure out a way to deal with it without it controlling my life.

But for now, I was just trying to get through each day, one step at a time. And as long as I didn’t let those women in on my secret, I guess I could manage.