Chapter 166 The Tempting Photo
Kevin 's eyes widened at the provocative pic Vanessa sent. A close-up of her private parts? Seriously? He quickly turned off his phone, glancing around to make sure no one saw. Was Vanessa really into flashing strangers?
But then it hit him—Vanessa had a plan. She was baiting him, hoping he'd take the bait and meet up, which would blow his cover.
Sure enough, another message popped up: [Did you like it? Wanna taste? Meet me tonight, and you can have all you want.]
Kevin laughed. Called it. Vanessa was trying to trap him. A less savvy guy might've fallen for it, but Kevin had already been with Vanessa and wasn't about to get played.
This was getting fun. Kevin leaned back and texted her: [Ms. Jones, your pic was gross. Made me wanna puke. Ever heard of shaving? It looks like a caterpillar down there.]
He tossed his phone into his desk and grabbed his textbook. The phone buzzed again—Vanessa's reply, no doubt. He didn't bother checking. She was probably fuming, and that was the point. Quentin was already too scared to show up at school, and Vanessa needed to face her own mess too.
In the English department office, Vanessa sat fuming at her desk, her grip on her phone tight. She couldn't believe her trap had backfired so badly, leaving her humiliated. Vanessa prided herself on her body.
Sure, her breasts weren't as big as Audrey's, but her slim waist, curvy hips, and long legs were perfect. Her private parts? Always well-kept, smooth, and inviting. Quentin would lose his mind at the sight of her, ready to jump her bones. And now, this jerk had the nerve to insult her?
Vanessa was livid. She wanted to confront Kevin and demand why he thought her pussy was ugly. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She fired off several more texts, demanding an explanation, but got no response.
As class time neared, she grabbed her textbook and headed out. Without panties, her booty and pussy rubbed against her skirt, creating a weird sensation.
By the time Vanessa reached the classroom door, she was already feeling wet. If she didn't have to teach, she'd have dashed to the ladies' room to take care of herself. That pervert Kevin must've done this on purpose, probably sitting in class, waiting to laugh at her.
Vanessa took a deep breath, composed herself, and walked in. A boy in the front row stood up and said, "Stand up." The class rose and greeted her, "Good afternoon, teacher."
"Good afternoon, everyone. Please sit down." Vanessa walked to the podium, scanning the students' faces, trying to spot the culprit. But all those innocent-looking faces seemed suspicious.
"Alright, turn to page fifty-eight in your textbooks. Today, we'll study an article." Vanessa opened her book and started the lesson. Her teaching style was nothing like Alissa's. Her lectures were often dry and boring. But because she was attractive, the boys would still ogle her, even if they didn't care about the lesson.
Vanessa had become a teacher for the easy job and summer vacations. She had connections to get into the school, but the job wasn't as easy as she thought. There were many classes to teach, and even during vacations, there were training sessions. She had hoped Quentin would help her transfer to a cushier job.
However, schools had their perks. The social scene was simpler, mostly just teachers and students. With the growing focus on education, teachers' benefits kept getting better. Since Oliver became principal, the school had developed fast, even building staff apartments. Vanessa was torn about leaving; she'd been there for years and felt a bit attached.
After wrapping up the lesson, Vanessa assigned homework and sat at the podium, glancing at her phone now and then. The mysterious guy hadn't replied. Did he see through her plan?
Vanessa hated this uncertainty. She didn't know what the guy wanted. If he was trying to exploit her relationship with Quentin, he should be pushing her to meet. But it seemed she was more anxious than he was, like a seasoned hunter playing a slow game.
"Teacher Jones, I didn't understand a part just now," a boy suddenly raised his hand.
Vanessa stood up and walked over. "What part didn't you get?"
"Here, these sentences. I don't quite get the meaning," the boy pointed to a complex paragraph in the textbook.
"Oh, this part." Vanessa bent over to explain, her high, round buttocks on full display to the boys in the back rows.
The boys behind her stared at her butt and white thighs, wishing they could reach out and touch her. Vanessa's classes were their favorite; having the most seductive teacher in the school was a point of pride for them.
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