Something feels off!
Feeling the intense gazes coming from all directions, it was as if they wanted to devour him whole.
Rod furrowed his brow, keenly sensing something strange.
Even if his looks rivaled that of Leonardo DiCaprio and his physique could outshine Captain America,
it shouldn't be enough to make so many women travel miles just to send him clams, eager to explore physiology with him, right?
This could only mean that something had changed within him that he himself was unaware of.
"After school, I should go to the hospital for a check-up,"
Rod thought to himself, feeling a bit tormented after a whole class.
It was one thing to be surrounded by women,
but these women were the most beautiful and well-endowed in the classroom.
People from the Lighthouse Nation mature quickly, especially the girls; over ninety percent have secretly tasted forbidden fruit at a young age.
Among Lighthouse female college students, ninety-nine out of a hundred have had experiences in that regard.
Many have even experienced simultaneous encounters, participating in group parties.
To attract the attention of their desired partners, these students dressed quite boldly and revealingly.
Short skirts barely covering their thighs and ultra-short shorts that exposed most of their rear.
It was practically the most common attire.
Sitting in the midst of a group of women, no matter where Rod looked, he was greeted by a sea of bare skin and long legs.
In such an atmosphere, was it possible not to have any reaction?
Moreover, the werewolf bloodline granted him heightened senses.
He could distinctly smell the unique scents of the women around him, intertwining in the air.
These scents mixed together, as if possessing some special magic, causing his blood to boil.
Rod gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the beastly instincts boiling within him.
He never expected that he could even control his desire for slaughter.
Just a few flirtatious Lighthouse girls almost broke his defenses.
"Hoo hoo hoo..."
Rod placed his hands on the table, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm his racing heart.
But images of those bare thighs and the plumpness that seemed ready to overflow kept flashing in his mind.
The more he tried to calm down, the more restless he felt inside.
Crack!
The force unintentionally exerted by his fingers deformed the table.
"This is bad..."
Rod thought to himself, sensing that with each breath, he was exhaling hot air.
Damn it!
If he stayed here any longer, he felt he might lose control.
If he accidentally transformed in front of so many people, it would be a huge mess.
With his current strength, he could wreak havoc among ordinary people.
Even if there were guns, unless they were high-caliber sniper rifles, they probably wouldn't even pierce his skin.
But how could he fight against a modern army?
Artillery bombardment, missile strikes, nuclear threats—
Forget about werewolves.
Even if a giant dragon showed up, it would die here.
He certainly didn't want to be captured by the Lighthouse military and end up in a laboratory for dissection and research.
"Hiss..."
At that moment, a hushed gasp reached his ears.
Rod saw the red-haired girl staring wide-eyed at his pants in disbelief.
"So..."
Vivian murmured softly, instinctively extending her hands to measure against the books on the table.
How exaggerated!
It was even longer than the textbook by a fist's length.
What kind of monster is this?
Is this really a level that humans can reach?
"Monster!"
Hearing her quiet mutter, Rod's lips twitched.
No way, this woman can't be a pervert, right?
Is this something you can openly talk about?
He thought he was already perverted enough.
He never expected there would be someone even more perverted than him.
Noticing Rod's gaze, Vivian's face flushed, and she quickly withdrew her measuring hands.
She picked up the textbook from the table to shield herself from Rod's sight.
"I hope I won't be seen as some kind of pervert,"
Vivian's face turned crimson, feeling like she wanted to dig a hole and hide.
How bold!
How could she measure herself so openly in front of others?
Just like those girl delinquents at school.
But...
It really is quite exaggerated.
Vivian peered over the book, looking at Rod's perfect muscles, her breathing becoming a bit rapid.
Her watery eyes seemed to sparkle with allure.
If only he could be her boyfriend.
Speaking of which, Emma seemed to have broken up with him, right?
Does that mean she has a chance?
"Excuse me, I dropped my pen, could you move a bit?"
Just as Vivian was lost in thought, a helpless voice suddenly reached her ears.
Huh?
Realizing, she met Rod's strange gaze.
Vivian couldn't help but cover her face with the book, feeling so embarrassed.
She had clearly planned to be a flirt like her other friends.
Why was she still so shy?
So embarrassing!
"Go ahead and pick it up!"
Vivian shifted her hips back, spreading her legs to make it easier for Rod to retrieve the pen that had fallen at her feet.
"Hmm..."
This woman, is she doing it on purpose?
Rod's lips twitched as he looked at the woman who seemed completely oblivious to her ultra-short skirt.
With such a short hem, it could only cover her thighs, and even with a normal sitting posture, it would be easy to expose herself if she wasn't careful.
With her legs spread so wide, it was hard for him not to notice.
Taking a deep breath, Rod averted his gaze, trying not to look at the tantalizing scene so close to him.
He bent down and reached for the pen on the floor.
"Where is it?"
After a while of not finding the dropped item, Rod curiously glanced down.
His peripheral vision inadvertently caught a glimpse beneath her skirt.