What’s it like to accidentally hire your own boyfriend as a nude model? I just want to run away. Can someone tell me why the professor who’s supposed to be on a business trip thousands of miles away suddenly showed up at the fashion show?! And why did he have to pretend to be someone else?! Even more terrifying, I brazenly agreed to let him be my boyfriend. At the masquerade fashion show, I immediately spotted a model who looked somewhat similar to Professor Ryan. What should I do? My hands are itching to ask him to be my nude model. I touched my own belly, which still lacked visible abs despite months of training with Professor Ryan, and gritted my teeth in frustration. It’s really infuriating how some people are just naturally gifted! Seeing him about to leave, I hurriedly stopped him and boldly examined the muscles bulging under his sheer outfit. I had to admit, he really could give my Professor Ryan a run for his money. “Would you like to be my nude model? Name your price,” I propositioned. “How about being your boyfriend instead?” the man replied with an enigmatic look. “I’m a guy!” I stood on my tiptoes and glared at him angrily. Although I may look somewhat feminine, my masculinity is so obvious – is he blind or something?! The man chuckled softly. “I know.” I was shocked speechless. What kind of luck is this, randomly picking up a guy who’s into men?! I stared at his enviable abs. If it weren’t for Professor Ryan, I would have agreed on the spot. After hesitating for a moment, I texted the professor who was away on his trip: “Professor, I feel so empty and lonely without you by my side.” “Is it as cold as the Arctic where I’m doing research?” “No wonder I’m so cold – it turns out you took my heart with you to the Arctic!” After confirming Professor Ryan hadn’t returned, I turned off my phone and nodded enthusiastically at the man, unconsciously licking my lips. After all, my professor is too conservative to let me enjoy his abs. Can’t I at least appreciate someone else’s from an artistic perspective? Besides, although this guy seems a bit soft, he’s still clearly a top. I’m determined to tease him until he willingly becomes my free labor. The man snorted and suddenly leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear. “Are you sure about this?” A tingling sensation instantly spread through my body. Damn, should I push him away now? After all, before meeting Professor Ryan, I was quite the player myself. It’s enough that I’ve only ever submitted to the professor in this lifetime. I hooked my finger around his hand, taking control of the situation. “You’re in luck – I don’t have a boyfriend at the moment.” I figured I could just break up before the professor returned. No one would ever know. The man in front of me chuckled softly, then suddenly removed his mask. A familiar face appeared before me, and I pushed him away in shock. Professor Ryan took off his glasses, as if removing a seal. His aura instantly transformed from scholarly to dangerous. He grabbed my waist and stared at me with eyes as dark as obsidian, as if he wanted to devour me whole. I unconsciously took a few steps back and gulped. This is bad – my ass is going to be sore. But giving in just like that would be a waste of all my player skills, wouldn’t it?
I quickly put on a smile and hooked my arms around his neck, pouting. “You’re so naughty – I recognized you from the start!” Professor Ryan seemed to believe what I said and loosened his grip. But his fingers traced my lips, as if wanting to vent his anger. “Nonsense. If you really recognized me, you would have exposed me on the spot.” Damn, being understood so well by Professor Ryan can be such a painful thing! If I were a girl, I’d definitely try to charm my way out of this with some coquettish act. But as a guy, that would be too affected. There’s no choice but to go on the offensive! I pushed him away and deliberately turned my head, refusing to look at him. “That’s normally true, but I’m angry right now!” Professor Ryan crossed his arms and stared at me intently, like he was watching a student try to weasel out of trouble. He let out a skeptical “Hmm.” Now I was genuinely angry. My voice unconsciously took on a whining tone. “Don’t you love me anymore? I’m always the one initiating contact, sending you messages, but you never reply. Am I not even worthy of a good morning or good night text?” This relationship has always been maintained by my efforts alone. From first falling for him to successfully seducing him, he’s always been so indifferent. I’m always the one creating surprises, while he just passively enjoys them. Sometimes I get tired too, you know! If I hadn’t confirmed that Professor Ryan frequented gay bars, I never would have dared to boldly pursue him. But Professor Ryan just silently stared at me, not saying a word. How about that – feeling guilty now, aren’t you? Just need to push a little more! I tugged at Professor Ryan’s collar in feigned anger and huffed, “You should reflect on your behavior. How can you blame me for this?” Professor Ryan finally moved his lips. Just as I thought I had everything under control, he gave me an inscrutable look and suddenly started showing me screenshots of my past flirtatious conversations, one by one. His tone was ice cold: “I know you yearn for freedom and love. I thought I was the harbor where you’d finally drop anchor, but now I realize I’m just another fish in your pond.” “They’re all just friends! Even though I like men, I can still be friends with guys.” “Oh, is that so? The kind of friends you sleep with?” As he spoke, Professor Ryan calmly opened his SnapChat. Damn, Professor Ryan actually went to the trouble of adding them as contacts! My heart instantly plummeted. I opened my mouth to say something but realized any explanation would be futile. Professor Ryan had long ago discovered I was a player, but he still chose to trust me. This time I really let him down. “Didn’t you ask me to get to know you better? Which part of what you told me didn’t I listen to carefully? But what about you?” Professor Ryan stared at me, his gaze dark. It’s true – even when I was just joking around, Professor Ryan always took me seriously, gradually becoming more and more of what I liked. He became so good to me that I couldn’t bear to leave him. But I’ve always approached relationships with a playful attitude, treating love like a game to be conquered. “I’m sorry, I lost control of my emotions.” With that, Professor Ryan hurriedly left. “How do you know I’m not sincere this time?” I shouted after him. To my surprise, my voice carried a hint of tears. But he, who had always been the best at comforting me, walked away without looking back this time. Fine then, just leave! I kicked a pebble on the side of the road and stomped home angrily, immersing myself in my artistic world. But this time I couldn’t focus on my art. My mind was filled with images of Professor Ryan. I texted him, but he didn’t reply. I crashed his class like usual, winking at him, but he ignored me completely. I tried to corner him after class, but he maintained a strictly professional attitude. Just as I was at my wit’s end, a heavy rainstorm came to my rescue.
Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I crouched down and sent Professor Ryan a pitiful cat emoji, begging him to come pick me up. Professor Ryan’s chat bubble showed “typing” for a long time, but no message came through. My spirits lifted – surely this meant Professor Ryan still had feelings for me. I immediately called him. “It’s raining, and this poor little kitten can’t find his way home. Won’t you help him, kind professor?” There was silence on the other end for a moment. Just as I thought he was going to hang up, the professor’s cool voice came through. “Poor little kitten, I sympathize with your plight. Unfortunately, I’ve injured my leg and can’t come. Besides, as a man, you shouldn’t always rely on others when facing difficulties. You need to learn to be strong on your own.” Me: ??? Is this really the Professor Ryan I know? He can’t even be bothered to come up with a believable lie? It seems I was overthinking things. How could Professor Ryan still have feelings for me? He was probably just thinking of how to reject me politely earlier. “I guess love really does fade away.” I dejectedly pulled the phone away, about to hang up. “Wait, give me your address. I’ll call you a delivery service.” The professor’s icy voice came through. My spirits lifted again. So the professor isn’t completely cold-hearted after all. I was about to launch into a string of praises when he abruptly hung up. Hmph, I’ve still got him wrapped around my finger! I happily sent over my address, but after waiting for ages, no one showed up. Just as I was starting to suspect Professor Ryan was messing with me, I finally spotted the delivery guy. I enthusiastically reached out to take the umbrella from his hands, but he just stared at me in confusion and handed me a green hat instead. I was dumbfounded for a moment, then frantically searched through the bag. Apart from the hat, there was only a note: “I’m returning the green hat you gave me.” Me: ???!!! What the hell, is Professor Ryan really this petty?! Whether intentional or not, I suddenly noticed Professor Ryan’s home address on the bag.
Clutching the green hat in my hand, I sped over to Professor Ryan’s place on my electric scooter and frantically pounded on his door. As soon as the door opened, all the anger in my mind was instantly displaced by the sight of Professor Ryan’s body. He really does have a deceptively fit physique under those clothes. I didn’t get a clear view last time through the sheer outfit, but now I could see everything in perfect detail. I could even trace how the water droplets traveled down his eight-pack abs before disappearing into the towel wrapped around his waist. “Had enough of looking? If you’re done, close the door and get out!” Professor Ryan raised an eyebrow at me. That snapped me out of my daze. I tossed the green hat at him and turned my head away in annoyance. “Who’s looking? I wasn’t! I’ll definitely be bigger than you someday!” “Oh? Bigger where exactly?” Damn perverted old man! I glared at him, but for some reason, my eyes couldn’t help but wander downwards. I suddenly felt dissatisfied: We do the same exercises, so why does Professor Ryan have such great abs! If I had a body like his, wouldn’t I be able to pin him down instead? “Still looking?” “Who’s looking at you! I couldn’t care less! You’re the one doing a wet body tease – I’m just playing along.” Professor Ryan snorted. “So I should thank you then?” I nodded and pointed at the green hat I’d thrown at him earlier. “I don’t remember ever giving you a green hat. I think you’ve been drinking too much and developed paranoid delusions.” Professor Ryan set down the wine glass in his hand. “Do I need to remind you of what happened last time?” Under Professor Ryan’s interrogating gaze, I instantly cowered. But I couldn’t lose face. I suddenly stood up, looking down at Professor Ryan sitting on the couch. “I know I was wrong. But as an artist, you know we have to sacrifice for love. How can you not understand that?” Professor Ryan pushed up his glasses and looked up at me. “Then you should understand me too. As a scholar of literature, I need to seal off my heart and devote myself entirely to my work.” The smile on my face nearly crumbled. I really shouldn’t try to play word games with a professor. Since the soft approach wasn’t working, time for the hard approach. “Don’t you have a heart? I’ve been thinking about you so much I can’t eat or sleep. I’ve lost so much weight.” As I spoke, I pinched the flesh on my face and gave him a pitiful look. Professor Ryan suddenly stood up and leaned in close. My spirits lifted and I tilted my head up towards him. Was he going to touch me? Was he going to take pity on me? Just one more push! The next second, my facade crumbled completely. Professor Ryan had reached past me to grab a scale from behind. “Come on, let’s weigh you.” His tone was casual, but I swear I heard a hint of anticipation?! I stared at him in shock, unable to say a word for a long moment. Looking at the scale on the ground, then at Professor Ryan’s mocking gaze, I took a deep breath. Fine, I’ll do it. My classmates have all been saying I’ve lost weight lately. But when I saw the actual number displayed, I wanted to curl up and die. I’d actually gained 5 pounds? “This can’t be right. The scale must be broken.” Professor Ryan raised an eyebrow and stepped on it himself. Damn, he’d actually lost 4 pounds. Wait a minute?! If Professor Ryan lost weight, doesn’t that mean he’s been thinking about me?
I looked up at him hopefully. Professor Ryan seemed to understand my meaning and pointed at the workout plan on the wall. Well, I guess I was overthinking things. “So tell me, how did you manage to gain weight while supposedly unable to eat or sleep? And weren’t you saying you wanted abs to show off your manly strength?” He’s definitely mocking me! Did he really have to say it out loud just because I was bluffing?! I glared at him. “Haven’t you heard of emotional eating?! Yes, when I’m really upset I binge eat. It’s normal to gain weight.” Professor Ryan raised an eyebrow at me and lifted my shirt, his warm hand touching the soft flesh on my belly. The heated sensation made my whole body feel like it was on fire. “You touched me, so you have to forgive me now!” Professor Ryan sighed helplessly and continued fondling the soft flesh on my stomach. “Looks like you got lazy again without me around.” I hugged Professor Ryan tightly. “That’s right, so you need to be my personal trainer for life.” Professor Ryan glared at me. I grinned and stroked his earlobe, feigning surprise. “Oh my, Professor, your ears are turning red.” The next second, the tips of Professor Ryan’s ears really did turn bright red. I smiled at him triumphantly. “Just kidding, but now they really are red.” Our eyes met, and the atmosphere suddenly became heated. Noticing the reaction down below, my face instantly flushed red. I tried to get up and flee. But Professor Ryan grabbed me, his warm body still damp from the shower pressing close. “You’re feeling it too, aren’t you?”
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