Chapter 1557
The noise downstairs snapped Sean out of his daydream. He realized his break was over, still lingering outside Audrey's office.
With only ten minutes until class, Sean hesitated. Should he try another day? The courage he had mustered seemed to fade away. How could Audrey be so friendly? He felt silly.
Reluctantly, he peeked back at the room. Audrey had set down her pen, stretched her arms, and did a chest-expanding exercise, emphasizing her ample bosom.
Sean was stunned. His legs felt like lead. His heart raced. No, he had to give it a shot today, just in case his dream came true.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. After a moment, Audrey's voice called out, "Come in."
Sean pushed the door open and entered, only to find Audrey back to her usual composed self, her alluring bosom still on display.
"Sean? What brings you here?" Audrey frowned and asked coldly, "What do you need?"
"Ms. Johnson, I was working on a paper last night and there's an article I'm struggling to grasp. I was hoping you could help me out," Sean quickly came up with a study-related question, knowing Audrey wouldn't turn him down in this context.
However, Audrey calmly responded, "Sean, I'm no longer teaching Class 56. If you have questions, ask your current teacher. Don't come to me for academic matters anymore. For other issues, talk to your Homeroom Teacher. Got it?"
Sean felt disheartened. In Class 56, Audrey used to be invested in his grades. She would patiently explain things when he asked and even provided extra help in her office. Those were his happiest moments. He couldn't help but say, "Ms. Johnson, could I switch to Class 57? I still want to learn from you. I can't focus in other teachers' classes."
"That's not an option," Audrey immediately shut down Sean's request. After what had transpired the previous day, she couldn't entertain any more fantasies. "Sean, you're here to learn, not to pick your favorite teacher. If everyone did that, it would be chaos. Transferring classes is not an option."
Feeling utterly defeated, Sean refused to give up. Seeing Audrey rubbing her arms, clearly tired from grading papers, he impulsively offered, "Ms. Johnson, you look worn out. Let me give you a shoulder rub." He moved behind Audrey, reaching out to touch her shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing?" Audrey swiftly turned around, scolding him firmly, "Sean, leave my office right now. Don't come back without my permission, or I'll inform your Homeroom Teacher."
With Audrey's stern gaze fixed on him, Sean could only slink out of the office. He regretted his actions and felt foolish for attempting to kiss Audrey earlier. Now, he wasn't even welcome in her office. Why had he ever posted Audrey's photo on the forum?
As he reached the stairs, he ran into Kevin. Sean was taken aback but put on a friendly smile, "Hey, Kevin, what brings you here?"
"Why are you here?" Kevin frowned.
"Oh, just dropping off some assignments at the office," Sean quickly explained, not wanting Kevin to know about his encounter with Audrey.
"Alright, scram," Kevin waved his hand dismissively, treating Sean like an annoyance.
Watching Kevin confidently stride towards Audrey's office, Sean felt dejected. Kevin must have said something negative about him to Audrey, leading to her sudden change in behavior. But what could he do? After all, Kevin was family.
Heading to the classroom, Sean's phone rang. It was his mother, Cynthia. Sean answered wearily, "Hey, Mom, what's up? I have class soon."
"Sean, come over to your grandfather's place for dinner tonight. Finish your homework first and then head over," Cynthia said gently.
“Why?” Sean inquired.
"Mom has a guest coming for dinner tonight and doesn't want to disturb your studies. Be a good son and follow along," Cynthia's voice was gentle.
"Alright," Sean hung up, feeling intrigued. Cynthia usually entertained guests elsewhere, not at home. He wondered who this important guest was that she had to send him away for. Probably one of her clients from her side business.
Kevin barged into Audrey's office without knocking, grabbed the water glass from the table, took a few sips, and then inquired, "So, did Sean show up?"
"Did you see him?" Audrey paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "Did you hassle him again?"
"No, I'm a civilized guy. I don't resort to violence," Kevin scoffed. "What was he after this time?"
"Not much. He mentioned wanting to switch to our class, but I shut that down," Audrey sighed. "Cynthia has been on my case too, pushing for Sean to transfer. She's persistent, with a 'won't take no for an answer' attitude."
Kevin thought back to Cynthia's behavior the previous night and wholeheartedly agreed with Audrey's assessment.
"Audrey, you're not seriously considering his request, right?" Kevin asked, a hint of displeasure in his tone. "As the Class President, I don't approve of him joining us. Unless you want to replace me."
Kevin sighed, "I never said I'd agree. It's just wishful thinking on his part," Audrey raised an eyebrow. "Kevin, you don't need to stress about Sean. I'll handle it."
Then, Audrey leaned back in her chair, gestured with her hand, and said, "Alright, I'm beat. Come over and give me a shoulder rub."
Noticing Audrey's fatigue, Kevin reluctantly moved behind her, gently kneading her shoulders. Even through her sweater, he could feel the softness of her skin and catch a faint, natural scent, free from any perfume or shampoo, which was quite captivating. Leaning in closer, he took a deep breath near her neck and remarked, "You smell amazing."
"Kevin, you act like a dog. You're just sniffing, not massaging." Audrey closed her eyes, enjoying the massage too much to be annoyed.
When a teacher was exhausted, a Homeroom Teacher was even more drained. Besides dealing with student issues, they juggled demands from parents and administrative tasks. Managing classes, exams, and student records was overwhelming, with little compensation. It was a tough gig.
But every time Audrey sees her students' progress, she feels a sense of pride. She genuinely cherishes the teaching profession. Standing in front of her students, she feels the weight of responsibility, striving to meet the expectations of students and parents, honoring the role of a teacher.
Kevin, head down, observed the gentle sway of Audrey's shoulders, feeling a tingling sensation. Unfortunately, Audrey's wool sweater had a high neckline, concealing any hint of cleavage. In contrast to Cynthia's revealing outfits, Audrey's attire was more modest. Yet, the subtle curves of her bosom left much to the imagination. Sometimes, less is more when it comes to allure.
After a while, Kevin couldn't resist extending his hand towards Audrey's neckline. But as his fingers grazed her collarbone, Audrey opened her eyes, caught Kevin's wandering hand beneath her sweater, and scolded, "What do you think you're doing?"
Kevin chuckled and casually remarked, "Ms. Johnson, shoulders are done. How about a breast massage? I've read that it’s good for circulation, gland health, and overall breast well-being."
"Alright, did I ask for a breast massage?" Audrey gave Kevin a sharp look. "You sound like an expert. Planning on doing night shifts for breast massages now? Or are my breasts not big enough for you?"
"The bigger, the better. Maybe a Z-cup," Kevin teased. In reality, Audrey's G-cup was already quite ample for her slender frame. Her figure was a striking combination of a slim waist, perky buttocks, long legs, and generously sized breasts.
"Kevin, you should visit a dairy farm. They've got Z-cups galore. Help yourself," Audrey couldn't help but laugh. She already found her G-cup to be more than enough. The thought of push-up bras making them even more prominent was a concern. Removing her bra at night often led to discomfort and soreness. If they kept growing, it would only add to her troubles.
Kevin was momentarily surprised but then entertained the idea of Audrey's large breasts producing milk. The image of holding her breasts, brimming with milk, stirred his imagination once more.
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