Chapter 167 No Panties
The kid was barely paying attention to Vanessa's lesson, his eyes glued to her chest. Sneakily, he pulled out his phone, aimed it under her skirt, and snapped a pic of her thighs. He shoved the phone back in his desk like a pro—clearly not his first rodeo.
Vanessa had no clue about the kid's creepy move. She kept explaining the lesson, noticing his eyes on her chest but choosing to ignore it. She knew what teenage boys were like and figured it was best to let it slide unless they really crossed a line.
Most female teachers thought the same way. Teenage boys were a tricky bunch—bold but fragile. Handle it wrong, and you could mess them up pretty bad. So unless a kid did something really out of line, teachers usually let it go.
Once she wrapped up the lesson, Vanessa headed back to the podium, assigned the homework, and bolted as soon as the bell rang. She had zero interest in sticking around.
The kids jumped into their free time, and the boy who took the pic pulled out his phone to check it out. A bunch of other boys crowded around, dying to see what he got.
When the blurry pic popped up, they were all shocked. They expected to see Vanessa's panties, but instead, they saw a patch of dark pubic hair and a plump, white slit. Vanessa hadn't been wearing panties in class.
"Holy crap, Vanessa's such a slut. Her pussy's out. Did she forget her panties after getting laid before class?" one kid blurted out, his crotch already bulging.
"Who do you think she's banging? Maybe it's the gym teacher. I heard he's packing, and Vanessa must love big ones," another kid chimed in.
"Yeah, right. So what if he's got a big one? Mine's not small, and Vanessa hasn't asked me to screw her," another kid said, shaking his head. "I bet she's doing the principal. I heard the busty teacher from class 56 did too. How else would they get promoted?"
This kid had family in the school administration and knew all the juicy gossip. He often got exam papers early and sold them to struggling students, making him the go-to guy for inside info. His words were always taken seriously.
"Being the principal must be awesome. You can bang whoever you want. I wanna be a principal someday," the first kid said enviously. "Then I'd nail Vanessa every day in my office."
"Keep dreaming. Vanessa's not for just anyone," the other kids scoffed. This kid was at the bottom of the class and spent his time ogling Vanessa, often asking her questions just to get close, but she never gave him the time of day.
The boys kept up their crude talk about Vanessa's hot body. Other students found it gross but didn't step in, knowing these guys were troublemakers even the homeroom teacher avoided.
"Watch your mouth. Don't go too far," a clean-cut kid suddenly stood up, his voice shaking with anger.
The boys paused, then burst out laughing. One of them sneered, "Hey August, we're just discussing Ms. Jones's lesson. You're the English class rep, right? Why don't you join us and see if we got it right?" He waved his phone provocatively.
August clenched his fists, itching to knock some sense into these jerks. But he knew they weren't scared of a fight; each had a stack of disciplinary records. He glared at them, then turned away, his face burning with anger.
August was the English class rep and had the highest English score in the midterms, ranking top in the grade. His family wanted to transfer him to Alissa's class because of the chaos in class 55, but August refused without explaining why. Only he knew the real reason: Vanessa Wood.
From the first time he saw the beautiful, sexy English teacher, August was hooked. To get her attention, he threw himself into studying English, mastering the textbook. He always aced the exams and became the English class rep, giving him plenty of chances to interact with Vanessa, making other boys jealous. Some even tried to bribe him for his position, but August wouldn't budge.
Whenever Vanessa's stunning figure appeared at the classroom door, August's heart would race. To him, she was the epitome of perfection, exuding mature charm with every move. Her ample breasts, round hips, and long legs stirred his teenage hormones.
Unlike the other boys' crude infatuations, August's feelings for Vanessa were more of a naive crush. Her every smile and gesture captivated him. He longed to win her heart, though he knew it was an impossible dream. So, he buried his desires deep and silently watched her every move.
Vanessa had a bad rep at school. The boys said she was promiscuous, always seducing male teachers. But August refused to buy it. He thought her revealing outfits were just her way of expressing personal charm. The rumors? Just jealousy. August felt he truly understood Vanessa but didn't dare to confess his feelings.
Visiting the English department to see Vanessa was August's happiest time, especially when they were alone. Listening to her assign English tasks felt like their private moment. Even just watching her and catching a whiff of her perfume made his day.
Hearing the boys' vulgar talk about Vanessa, August couldn't hold back and spoke up. Though he wasn't afraid of conflict, his strict upbringing and his father's prohibition against fighting kept him from acting on his anger.
After school, August packed his things and left the classroom, noticing two boys from another class at the door. One was whispering with the troublemakers from his class, while the other, a tall boy, watched calmly.
August recognized the tall boy as Kevin from class 57, the English class rep and a top student, often his rival in competitions. Little did August know that Kevin was also his rival in love, having already hooked up with Vanessa.
Why was Kevin here? August wondered but didn't dwell on it. He saw Kevin as a serious student, unlikely to hang out with troublemakers. Maybe he had other business. Glancing at the English department on the second floor, August's eyes showed a hint of longing before he reluctantly walked towards the school gate.
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