Arden squinted, leaning forward slightly, his tone laced with a hint of threat. "Little kitten, it's only been two weeks, and you've already forgotten. I am your man."

Sandra took a half step back, her lips twitching into a provocative smile. "What, you didn't get enough last time and want me to kick you again?"

It was better left unmentioned, but the moment she brought it up, a vein on Arden's forehead throbbed rapidly.

Still, he kept his expression calm, as he said nonchalantly, "Don't you ever think about the sexual well-being of the rest of your life?"

Sandra rolled her eyes. "My future happiness isn't any of your business."

Arden clicked his tongue. "That's hard to say. That guy might be tall, but height doesn't guarantee skill—especially in bed."

Sandra's cheeks burned with embarrassment, "Is that all you ever think about?"

"Oh, I think about plenty," Arden said, his grin widening. "Want to experience all of them?"

This kind of scoundrel was beyond reasoning with. Sandra scoffed, turned on her heel, and walked away.

Arden slipped on his sunglasses and strolled behind her at a leisurely pace. Students passing by couldn't help but steal glances at the tall man trailing behind Sandra—his presence more like a bodyguard's than a stalker's.

Arden was used to being watched. Sandra, however, was not.

She spun around abruptly. "If you keep following me, I'll ruin your life for good."

Arden shrugged, utterly unfazed. "Go ahead. You've already got my life in your hands."

Without hesitation, Sandra lifted her foot, and Arden instinctively raised his arm to block. "Seriously? You're actually going to kick me? In that skirt? Aren't you worried about flashing your underwear?"

She dropped her foot, huffing as she adjusted her skirt. But his words lingered. "What do you mean, your life is in my hands?"

For a brief moment, Arden's teasing smirk faded. His brows twitched ever so slightly, and in a voice much deeper than before, he said, "Me. I'm yours now, completely."

The unexpected sincerity in his tone sent a flutter through Sandra's chest—brief and fleeting. Fortunately, she still had enough sense to remind herself that the words of a man like Arden should never be taken seriously.

Sandra folded her arms, raising a brow. "And what about your harem of women?"

Arden bent slightly, closing the distance between them. "Jealous?"

See? He could only manage one sincere sentence before turning shameless again.

Sandra scoffed again and turned to leave, but Arden caught her wrist gently. "I haven't seen them in weeks," he said.

It was the truth. How could he continue playing around when those women would inevitably notice he was... incapable? Even Moya was baffled by his sudden "transformation," convinced that Arden had fallen for Sandra and was planning to retire from the game for good.

Sandra, seeing an opportunity, delivered a ruthless jab. "Couldn't meet them, could you?"

Arden's lips twitched. He tried to maintain his usual smirk, but a faint crack appeared in his composure.

"Thanks to your kick," he admitted grudgingly, "my dinner invitations have all but disappeared."

It seemed her kick had disrupted his extracurricular activities. Mistress Yip, savior of wayward youth—what an honorable achievement.

Sandra smirked. "Oh? Congratulations."

Arden seized the moment, "I'm broke now, so you'll have to take responsibility. From now on, I'll just accompany you to 'dinner.'"

Sandra widened her eyes, staring at him. Wasn't this just peak shamelessness? He had hands, feet—couldn't he get a job? If he wanted to be a "sugar boy," he was clinging to the wrong person. She was a broke student with nothing to offer.

Arden watched her expectantly, waiting for her to explode. But instead, Sandra calmly crossed her arms and said, "If you need money, I can offer you a job."

"Oh? What kind of job?"

Sandra's lips curved into an ambiguous smile. "Be my model."

"Model?"

"Figure model," she clarified, her gaze sweeping over him. "Don't you think it suits you?"

Arden raised an eyebrow. "The kind where I don't wear clothes?"

Sandra nodded.

Arden sneered inwardly. Wasn't this like letting a wolf into a sheep pen?

"Well? Pay by the hour, cash, no tax," Sandra winked at him. "But probably not as much as if you accompany someone to dinner."

A playful smile curved Arden's thin lips as he extended his hand toward Sandra. "Deal."

Sandra didn't even glance at the hand. "No more questions? Let's start today."

Arden withdrew his hand, shrugging as if he had no objections.

She hooked her finger at him. "Follow me."

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Arden glanced around at the few scattered easels in the spacious studio before walking over to the paintings propped against the wall. His gaze fell on a drawing of a nude woman, and he instantly recognized the subject—Sandra's roommate.

"Did you paint this?" he asked.

Sandra didn't respond to his question. Instead, she pulled back the curtain surrounding the corner. "It's about time. Come over here and undress."

Arden raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by the urgency in her tone.

"Hurry up," Sandra urged, using the sweet voice he had just praised.

Well, well, since the girl was pushing, Arden wasn't one to squirm.

Arden couldn't help but smile. "Just can't wait, huh? It's not like you haven't seen it before." His teasing grin widened as he approached her, shrugging off his jacket and letting it drop onto one of the chairs.

He crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, and wiggled his hips teasingly at Sandra, who stood there, motionless, staring at him. Slowly, he revealed his neat abs, followed by his pecs. With a single-handed tug, he spun the T-shirt around his head and dropped it on top of his jacket. 

It was truly a professional habit. 

Sandra tried to focus, forcing herself to keep her mind from wandering. She studied the shape of Arden's muscles and the way the shadows fell across them, mentally preparing the pose she'd want him to hold later for class. 

Her professional eye couldn't help but appreciate the combination of strength and grace. The smoothness of his movements and the strength in his build made it clear: every angle of his body could be a masterpiece in its own right. 

Arden enjoyed her gaze and walked up close to her, his hands resting on the waist of his jeans that hung low on his hips as he looked down at her.

Sandra felt the heat of his presence. Her pulse raced, but she quickly reminded herself of the task at hand. 

Focus, Sandra.

Her eyes fixed on his hands as she commanded, "Hurry up and take off your pants."

Arden really wasn't used to her being so direct, but he found it oddly intriguing, especially the way she blushed, trying to maintain her composure.

The metal buckle of his belt clanked twice, and the jeans, which had been hanging loosely, fell to the floor with a thud.

Arden leaned in, pressing his hand against the wall as he circled her, his breath warm against her ear. In a teasing, airy tone, he asked, "Kitten, how is it? Are you pleased with what you see?"

Sandra felt a wave of heat rise from her tailbone up to her spine. She turned her head sideways, her eyes sweeping over the white boxer briefs and the noticeable bulge. She could no longer pretend nothing was happening anymore.

Her body recoiled as she stepped out from under his arm, uttering a single word, "Continue." 

Turning around, Sandra picked up his jacket and T-shirt, hanging them neatly on the clothes rack in the corner. A soft breeze swept over her, and something lightly fell onto her head. She reached up, fingers brushing against it.

It was his underwear.

The heat on her face intensified, her cheeks flushing a few more degrees. She pinched it with two fingers and tossed it onto a nearby chair.

Arden's eyes lingered on her back as he asked, "Kitten, shall we begin?"

Sandra turned on the main light in the center of the room, moving a sofa beneath it. Without sparing him a glance, she simply commanded, "Lie down."

Arden strolled over, leaning casually against the sofa. He rested one arm on the backrest, placed one foot on the cushion, and kept the other on the floor. His posture was so bold that he didn't feel embarrassed to be naked at all.

Sandra walked to the other end of the room, maintaining a safe distance between them. Finally, she turned to face him, wrapping one arm around her chest and biting her fingernails as she observed him from afar.

"Put your legs up," Sandra instructed. "Twist your lower body inward... uh... okay. Upper body outward... good... stop."

This position finally blocked out that humiliating part.

"It's all about art," Sandra told herself. "Art."

Arden narrowed his eyes at her, continuing to radiate his charm, while Sandra also narrowed her eyes, holding a charcoal pencil up to him. "That's it. Hold still."

She turned and walked to the door, opened it, and called, "Alright, come on in, all of you."

A group of teenagers, both boys and girls, rushed in.

Arden's face immediately changed color. He grabbed a piece of cloth that had been slung over the sofa to cover his lower body.

"What do you mean by this?" he demanded, stopping Sandra as she walked back to the podium.

Sandra tilted her head and gave him a sly smile. "Don't worry, I'll pay you," she said before turning back around.

With a shift in demeanor, Sandra addressed the class with a more serious tone. "Alright, everyone, take your seats. I'd like to introduce our new..."

Before she could continue, Arden leaned in and whispered, "Why are there so many people?"

Sandra glanced at him with a playful glint in her eye. "What's the matter? If April can handle it, I'm sure you can too. Don't be shy."

"You didn't tell me there would be so many kids..." Actually, they weren't really kids anymore. When Arden was their age, he had already been with dozens of women.

"If you don't want to do it, then forget it." Sandra's face showed clear disdain.

"Fine, I'll let it slide." Arden said, unable to stand being despised by a woman. "I can do it, but there's one condition."

Sandra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What condition?"

"I don't want the money. I want you to spend one night with me."

Sandra pretended to walk away. "Then I'd better bring out the statue of David."

Arden stopped her. "How about a meal? You buy me dinner."

Sandra wasn't easily fooled. "Don't ask for anything too expensive. You can pick whatever you want, as long as it's within ten dollars."

Arden gritted his teeth. "You make it for me yourself. Instant noodles are fine."

Speaking of instant noodles inevitably reminded Sandra of something she didn't want to remember. She paused, a flicker of discomfort crossing her face, but before she could gather her thoughts, Arden took her hesitation as an unspoken agreement.

"It's a deal." He pulled away the covering, and his dick bounced excitedly to greet Sandra. 

The students below noticed the subtle shift in the atmosphere, their eyes darting between Sandra and Arden. The tension between them, coupled with their whispered exchange, only fueled the growing curiosity of the crowd. The air seemed to hum with anticipation as they silently speculated about what was unfolding.

April was adored by the boys and treated like a sisterly figure by the girls. She held a serene, almost ethereal presence in the room. Arden, on the other hand, stood as a stark contrast—his undeniable masculinity radiating a confidence that stirred a quiet rivalry in the boys while causing the girls to feel a flutter of excitement. They couldn't help but be drawn to him, despite the undercurrent of tension he brought with him.

Arden had moved fairly quickly, so not many students had appreciated the remarkable gesture of his genital when everyone had come in. Now that Arden casually tugged like this, the room immediately erupted into a murmur of excitement.

Sandra felt that Arden's current situation might not be so appropriate for showing, but the owner of that astonishing erection was very proud of himself.

Arden didn't give Sandra any chance to come up with a solution. He turned to the class and gave a brief, naked self-introduction. "Beautiful girls and handsome boys, my name is Arden..."

He turned back to look at Sandra, who stood a short distance away with a flushed face. "...your teacher's boyfriend."

"Wow..." There was another outburst of excitement below.

Sandra, anxious, grabbed his arm. "What are you blathering about?" She quickly rushed down to clarify, "He is not..."

Arden stayed silent, smiling as he watched her.

Some kid shouted, "Kiss her."

The whole room of kids started chanting.

"Kiss her, kiss her..."

There was also a kid eager to stir up trouble.

"French kiss, French kiss..."

Arden didn't move, watching Sandra's face go from pink to scarlet, almost turning purple. Just before she was about to explode, he suddenly reached out and hooked his hand behind her neck, pulling her toward him.

The kiss was quick, intense, and laden with the weight of the moment, leaving her breathless amidst the overwhelming noise of the students.

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