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Chapter 9: You\'re the perfect lead for my project

Like the first time, she was confident, showing no hesitation or nervousness, certain no one would notice her presence.

But Sam felt a deep sense of dismay. He vividly remembered what she had done last time, even leaving cock out of place. And now, it was happening in the middle of a class!

What kind of peculiar fascination did she have with public settings? Even a bathroom would be a better choice than this.

What if the same scenario as last time played out again? The mere thought made Sam feel like he was in a nightmare.

However, his thoughts were hidden, unable to be reflected in his expression or actions. He could only watch as Angel approached him effortlessly.

With a faint "thump," Angel sat on his desk, unconcerned that his books were now under her attractive and shapely posterior.

Angel elegantly lifted her head, her expression calm and collected, as if there were no flaws or vulnerabilities in her demeanor. She continued to gaze at Sam\'s face, speaking in a low, captivating voice.

"Hmm... nice facial structure, very handsome. A strong nose, beautiful lips. You\'re the perfect lead for my project."

What project? Was she a director? Clearly, Angel was not a director.

Sam recalled what Louis had told him about Angel, a daughter from a wealthy family with a penchant for sculpting, even possessing a notable talent for it. Was she referring to her sculpting when she mentioned the \'lead\'?

Indeed, being too handsome seemed to be his greatest weakness.

Angel reached out to touch Sam\'s face, her movements reminiscent of a master sculptor delicately tracing a piece of art. She caressed his cheek, pinched his nose, brushed his eyebrows, and finally ran her finger gently along his jawline.

"Hmm, all natural, huh? Handsome without any cosmetic surgery?"

In his mind, Sam retorted: It\'s just a game world, why bother with such details?

The situation was driving Sam insane. Angel\'s touching and prodding on his body was unbearably ticklish.

But soon, Angel pulled open Sam\'s collar, not to caress but to lean in closer. Sam felt strands of her hair slip into his shirt collar, followed by her warm breath...

With a sharp inhale, she seemed to breathe deeply, as if savoring a drug.

Then, lifting her head, she murmured with satisfaction, "Perfect... even the scent is perfect, just the way I like it."

Her mutterings and actions seemed like a solitary performance on an empty stage.

Angel\'s face gradually flushed a familiar red, an expression Sam recognized well from his experience with the game\'s storyline. This expression indicated only one thing: Angel was already in heat, and if she continued, the consequences could be dire.

"While sculpting, I felt dissatisfied with that part," Angel mused: "Just pictures are not enough, it seems. The real thing has a better effect. Guess I\'ll have to trouble Sam again."

Sam finally understood the meaning behind the text - it was foreshadowing a \'scene\' that would unfold, with him as the target.

He wanted to stop her, but it was impossible.

Time felt excruciatingly long, and he wasn\'t sure how many of the five minutes had passed.

The familiar sounds of a belt being unbuckled and pants being taken off ensued.

Dammit!

Soon, Sam experienced a familiar sensation. Despite the hot summer day, he felt an unusual coolness.

Like before, Angel was like a researcher, serious and focused, even lifting the subject of her study.

How could one be so curious about something they don\'t possess?

Sam internally ranted, while Angel seemed immensely intrigued, her attention meticulous, like a great scientist.

She even flicked it lightly.

"Thud~"

What is she doing? That hurts!

She murmured to herself, "I wonder if he\'ll feel pain when he wakes up?"

"I\'m already in pain, okay! Please, enough is enough, just looking is fine. Don\'t do anything too weird!" Sam raged inwardly.

After another minute, Angel put Sam\'s cock back in place and even helped him redress.

Should he commend her for being considerate?

She rose from his desk and touched his lips again, but due to time constraints, she didn\'t kiss him this time.

Angel whispered to herself, "It seems I need to create opportunities for contact. Let\'s meet after school today. It\'s not a solution to keep going like this. I need you to willingly become my model."

After these words, she checked her watch. "Hmm, almost time. See you after school," she said before leaving the classroom.

As normality returned, Sam gasped for air.

Alice, at the podium, frowned. "Sam, are you feeling unwell?"

Sam was momentarily stunned, then look at Alice. It appeared she hadn\'t noticed the time stop.

Did this mean that Angel could possibly be susceptible to Alice\'s \'hypnosis\'?

"I feel a bit unwell, maybe heatstroke."

"Sit down and rest. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you, teacher."

Sam sat down, gently touching his chest. Glancing down, he noticed that the \'guy\' which hadn\'t reacted during the time stop was now noticeably expanding.

Had he remained standing, Alice would have surely spotted this embarrassing situation. The thought of the consequences was too horrifying to even contemplate.

And then, he remembered Angel\'s parting words.

See you after school...

See?

Hell no!