Black.
Still lace thong.
Are students nowadays really this bold?
Rod's lips curled slightly as he noticed his pen had somehow rolled under the woman's seat.
How strange, how did his pen suddenly end up there?
He looked at the woman, her face slightly flushed, avoiding his gaze.
Rod immediately understood.
What a cunning woman, deliberately kicking his pen under the seat to give him a view.
But is this really a test for a leader?
What leader can withstand such a test?
He reached out and picked up the pen directly.
Just as he was about to pull his hand back, Vivian suddenly closed her legs.
Her long legs, full and curvy, were incredibly elastic.
Rod, with his hand caught between her legs, felt a chill but didn't have time to fully register it.
Suddenly, her legs loosened.
Vivian looked at the blackboard, her expression as if nothing had happened.
Only her slightly flushed profile and earlobes betrayed her current mood.
Spinning the pen in her hand, she stole a glance at Rod beside her, seeing him still wearing that indifferent expression.
She couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
He felt nothing at all?
This guy was really hard to crack.
"Maybe it's because he got dumped by Emma, so he has some psychological scars."
With a sigh of disappointment, Vivian had no intention of giving up.
Although this was her first time actively approaching a man.
She was still quite confident in her looks and figure.
As long as she was a bit patient, she was sure she could win him over.
She couldn't believe there was a man who could resist her charm.
.....
Seeing the woman beside him not making any further moves, Rod let out a slight sigh of relief.
These foreign girls, when they get passionate, really have no sense of restraint.
They don't even know how to hide it, coming on so boldly.
Who can withstand that?
That last squeeze, even a fool would know it was intentional.
If it were in a more private place,
he would definitely make this fire-playing woman taste some consequences.
But such things shouldn't be done in a classroom.
He's not a pervert who enjoys being watched.
Since he couldn't have the main course, he naturally had no interest in such a small dessert.
So, it wasn't that he was indifferent.
Testing a leader with such things?
What leader could withstand such a test?
After class ended, several girls actively added him on social media.
"My parents are traveling, and I'm home alone."
After exchanging contact information,
a girl who was plain-looking but had a pair of exaggerated assets suddenly leaned close to Rod's ear and whispered in a voice only they could hear.
As she spoke, she slipped a note into Rod's hand, throwing him a meaningful, seductive glance.
So flirtatious!
Looking at the curves wrapped in her jeans, swaying as she walked,
Rod couldn't help but sigh.
These Lighthouse people are really open-minded.
Rather than saying they are overly free about sex, it's more like they indulge under the guise of freedom.
Of course, this kind of indulgent and chaotic private life is just a minority.
He glanced at the note in his hand, which had an address on it.
If he wanted, he could ride the wild stallion tonight.
Unfortunately...
He had no interest in women who were average-looking and had chaotic private lives.
He knew a bit about this woman.
She was notorious in school for being a social butterfly, with almost a third of the male students having had deep exchanges with her about their strengths and weaknesses.
Moreover, she particularly favored the strong, tough guys.
Although he had never interacted with her, he had overheard plenty of discussions among those tough guys.
For example, how big her headlights were, and how smooth her driving was in auto-pilot mode.
Discussions like that had made his ears almost calloused.
He didn't have a psychological aversion, but he wasn't interested in a bus that anyone could board.
He tossed the note into the trash can.
Turning to leave the classroom.
"I should go to the hospital for a check-up, see if there's something wrong."
His inexplicably surging charm must have some reason behind it.
Just as he stepped out of the classroom, he ran into a familiar figure.
"Rod?"
"Emma!"
As their eyes met, Rod looked at the sexy woman who had once ridden him just days ago, his face showing a hint of nostalgia.
In just a few short days, his life had undergone a tremendous change.
However, he held no ill will towards this ex-girlfriend.
Good birds choose good trees to perch on; it's human nature.
Especially in a capital-driven country like Lighthouse.
"You..."
Looking at this familiar yet strange man, Emma's expression was as if she had seen a ghost.
Was this really her ex-boyfriend from her memories?
How did he suddenly become so... sexy?
He seemed taller, and his figure had become so well-defined.
He exuded a charm that could drive all women wild.