I quickly stood up, already drenched in sweat - I couldn't stand this.

"Who? Who just hit the teacher?"

Those men kept ogling me, but no one admitted it.

"Teacher, you're so beautiful."

The class bell rang, and I coughed, pretending to scold them away.

"Class is starting, what are you all doing crowding around here? Go back to your seats and sit properly."

My voice naturally lacked authority, so my words came out more like flirting.

They still didn't want to leave.

A breeze blew through, making me feel cold and shiver involuntarily.

I knew who had gotten close to me earlier - he'd pressed against me, and I'd almost melted on the spot.

Fortunately, reason returned just in time, preventing me from doing anything rash.

But after all that, I was burning with restless heat.

This class period, they were lost in fantasy and couldn't focus at all, constantly asking me things like whether I had a boyfriend.

Thankfully, time passed quickly, and I swayed my hips as I returned to the staff dormitory.

Right now I desperately wanted to cool myself down.

Back in my room, I looked at myself in the tight cheongsam in the mirror and sighed softly.

A goddess like me, yet no one understood me.

I was reduced to relying on my imagination alone.

After my shower, I came out wearing just a bathrobe, taking out my tools to have some fun.

But just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

I immediately jumped, quickly wrapping the blanket around myself.

What was happening? I hadn't locked the door.

"Who?" I asked nervously.

"Teacher, it's me, I'm Ryan Thompson."

My whole body shook - it was the man who'd gotten close to me today. What was he doing here so late?