Chapter 1635
"Could those be implants?" Abel wondered. It seemed like the most logical explanation to him.
With that thought, his initial shock started to fade. If they were fake, then no matter how big they were, it didn't matter. It was like cheating on a test—what was the point of a high score if it wasn't real?
Abel felt a bit disdainful. He could understand women in certain professions getting breast implants, but Audrey was a teacher, interacting with students every day. Deliberately making her breasts that large seemed like a disgrace to the noble profession of teaching.
"Hey, Mr. Farley, are you a senior?" Audrey asked, nodding.
Curtis, a male teacher in the office, was just over fifty, experienced and highly skilled in teaching, though he had a bit of a temper. He often clashed with the administration during meetings, which had hindered his promotion. In contrast, Alissa was much more tactful in her approach.
"Yeah." Abel boldly glanced at Audrey's face. Setting aside the possibly fake large breasts, her delicate face was undoubtedly natural. She had a classic beauty with almond-shaped eyes, a straight nose, and rosy cheeks, her skin as smooth as porcelain, making one's heart race.
He couldn't find the right words to describe Audrey's beauty. Terms like "stunning" and "breathtaking" seemed overused and inadequate, almost an insult to her.
Especially her eyes, which were like clear, gentle waves, pure and full of emotion, making one want to get lost in them.
"You must be under a lot of pressure with your studies," Audrey said as they walked into the office building, heading to the second floor. She naturally walked ahead, leading Abel by half a step, chatting with him as they climbed the stairs.
"It's okay, just feels like there's never enough time."
Abel's wrist was getting sore, so he held the package against his chest, looking up to talk to Audrey. His gaze fell on her slender waist and the full, round curves of her hips. Yasmine had a good figure for her age, but Audrey's was even more voluptuous and sexy, with pronounced curves that were impossible to ignore.
Audrey's hourglass figure, with her large breasts, slim waist, and curvy hips, was irresistible to any man.
Abel, a normal seventeen-year-old boy, couldn't help but have a strong physical reaction to Audrey's enticing figure. His erection pressed against his pants.
He quickly looked down, focusing on the steps, his heart pounding as if he had done something shameful. Coming from a rural background, he already felt a bit inferior in the city, and his natural respect for teachers made it hard to see Audrey as an object of fantasy like city kids might.
"Time is fair to everyone. You need to learn to manage it well."
Audrey had taught a graduating class before. Though not as experienced as Alissa or Curtis, she instinctively wanted to guide Abel. "The early years of high school are for building a foundation. In the final year, you need to focus on key areas, fill in gaps, and not try to cover everything. What's your rank in the class?"
"I was eighth in the class and twenty-seventh in the grade in the midterms." Abel straightened up with pride, his academic performance being his greatest source of confidence.
"That's impressive. It's not easy to get into the top fifty in the grade." Audrey was surprised, not expecting him to be such a good student. If Abel could maintain this performance, he was well on his way to college.
Although Kevin's grades were similar to Abel's, they weren't in the same year, so it wasn't comparable. Many students who ranked high in their junior year might slack off in their senior year, while previously unnoticed students could suddenly excel. There were many such examples.
Abel felt a surge of excitement. Even though Audrey wasn't his homeroom teacher, being praised by such a beautiful and sexy teacher greatly satisfied his vanity.
Soon, they reached Audrey's office. She took out her keys to unlock the door and asked Abel to place the package on the desk. She took off her coat and hung it on the rack by the door. Noticing Abel was sweating, she smiled and said, "Abel, take a rest on the sofa. Thank you so much." She bent down to pour him some water.
"No need, Ms. Johnson." Abel looked up and saw Audrey wearing a thin white sweater underneath. The sweater was so tight that it clearly outlined her large, full breasts. Even if they were fake, the sight was visually overwhelming. His erection returned, and he quickly sat on the sofa, pressing his legs together to hide it.
"Here, have some water." Audrey placed a paper cup on the table and sat on a chair nearby. Seeing Abel's unease, she smiled and started chatting with him, asking about his family, just like she would with her students.
When she learned that Abel was from West Stream Town and that his parents were farmers, Audrey sighed and said, "Your parents must have it tough. You can't let them down. Make sure to seize this opportunity and aim for a good college next year. Do you have any siblings?"
"I have an older sister. She's married now. She was actually better at school than I am, but our family was too poor to support both of us. She dropped out after middle school to work and earn money for my tuition. I know she really wanted to keep studying. She kept her textbooks in perfect condition, like new. She did it all for me." Thinking about his sister's sacrifice, Abel's voice choked up, and his eyes reddened.
"Abel, don't be too sad. When you succeed in your studies, you can repay your sister."
Audrey sighed and handed Abel a tissue to wipe his tears.
This situation was all too common in rural areas. It wasn't fair to blame Abel's parents for favoring a son over a daughter. In a rural family, the son bore significant responsibilities, while daughters were expected to marry out. With limited resources, they had to make sacrifices.
Audrey's family was similar. If her brother hadn't been such a poor student, not even finishing middle school, she might not have had the chance to go to high school, let alone college.
"I will." Abel wiped his eyes and suddenly noticed a small bump on the left side of Audrey's chest. He was puzzled and instinctively looked to the right side, seeing a similar bump there.
"Is that...?" Abel's eyes widened as he realized those were her nipples. How could they be so visible? Was Audrey not wearing a bra under her sweater?
A rush of heat went to his head at the thought of Audrey possibly being braless. His erection intensified, and he felt a tingling sensation, almost on the verge of ejaculation.
Abel took a deep breath and pinched his thigh to stay calm. It would be too embarrassing to lose control like that.
Audrey, feeling the strain from carrying the heavy package, raised her arms to stretch, trying to relax her shoulder muscles. This casual movement put Abel in an awkward position.
As Audrey stretched, her breasts pushed forward even more, almost bursting out of her sweater. The large, enticing curves were fully revealed, like two ripe watermelons, with the nipples even more prominent.
Audrey really wasn't wearing a bra.
"Abel, are you okay?" Audrey noticed Abel shivering on the sofa, his face tense and brows furrowed, as if in pain. She quickly got up and asked, "Are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to the school clinic?"
As she stood up, her breasts jiggled even more without the support of a bra. The heavy, bouncing curves almost touched Abel's face, and he could smell her sweet scent, which overwhelmed his senses.
"No, I'm fine, Ms. Johnson. If there's nothing else, I'll head back." Abel felt dizzy from the proximity of Audrey's breasts, almost getting a nosebleed. He couldn't stay any longer and hurriedly got up, accidentally knocking the package off the table, spilling the books inside.
"Sorry, sorry." Abel quickly bent down to pick them up. As he grabbed one of the books, he glanced at the title and froze. "Love in White City? Ms. Johnson, did you write this?"
Audrey hesitated. She hadn't wanted anyone at school to know about her writing, but it was too late now. She nodded and said, "Yes, I wrote it in my spare time, and a publisher picked it up."
"Really? You wrote it?" Abel was thrilled, forgetting his earlier embarrassment. "Ms. Johnson, I'm a huge fan of your work. I followed your serial on WebLibrary and left comments all the time. My username is BookWorm. Do you remember me?"
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