The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Teachers’ office.

The school was over, and all the other teachers had left.

James sat by the window.

Derek pulled a chair over and put the exercise book in front of him.

During this period of time, he came almost every day, and James gradually started to believe that he really wanted to study hard.

“How could you get such an easy question wrong?” James tapped Derek’s head with a pen. “Come here and see how I answer it.”

“OK…” Derek leaned over obediently.

Their heads were almost stuck together.

Derek turned his eyes, staring at the man’s face so close to him. His aggressive gaze slowly moved down.

James was lecturing intently, with his lips opening and closing.

His lips were very thin, moist, and pink, a bit like jelly, revealing a seductive luster.

When his mouth was dry from talking, the tip of the tongue would stick out a little.

Derek narrowed his deep dark eyes, like a little wolf pup, firmly locked onto his prey.

At the end of the explanation, James closed the exercise book. “OK, let’s call it a day here.”

Derek propped his head with a hand and stared at him. “Mr. Walker, I have one more question to ask you.”

“Well, what is it?” James picked up the book at hand and was about to prepare for tomorrow’s class.

Derek smiled, revealing his white teeth, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he asked slowly in a husky voice. “Will wearing glasses affect kissing?”

James paused, and the moment he raised his head, the boy suddenly leaned over and pecked on his lips.

Um… very soft.

James’s eyes widened. In an instant, like getting electrocuted, he lunged to his feet and the chair behind fell to the ground with a loud bang.

He clung to the wall, holding the window edge with one hand. His handsome face was full of consternation. He was so startled that his glasses were crooked and hung diagonally on the bridge of his nose.

The man who had always been composed showed such a panicked expression.

Derek found it very interesting.

He wanted to tear up his gentleness, and his abstinent behaviour.

The boy narrowed his eyes and smiled, looking pure and seductive at the same time. “Ah… the answer turns out to be no…”

“You…” James frowned, his voice annoyed. “What did you do?!”

Derek leaned on the chair, spread his hands, and said righteously, “I was just curious, so I tested it on you, Mr. Walker!”

James clenched his hands hanging on his side. He quickly calmed down and bent down to pick up the chair that had fallen on the ground.

He said coldly, “You’d better test it on others. You can go now.”

Derek stood up, held the exercise book, tilted his head, and smiled innocently at James. “Mr. Walker, see you tomorrow.”

After that, he bounced away.

As soon as he walked out of the office, Derek stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips. The man’s smell seemed to be lingering on his lips.

His lips really tasted like jelly.

Claire had taken a day off from school.

The Life-Death Sect was built halfway up a mountain, close to the cliffs. No cars could drive up, so people had to take a cable car to reach there.

Entering the door, she looked around. It was white everywhere. The floor was like a mirror, reflecting her figure.

Everything was mechanized here, the air was mixed with the smell of pungent potion, and even the temperature was a little bit lower than outside.

A few nurses came along. With dull expressions, they were like machines without a breath of life. They nodded at Claire rigidly and then walked away quickly.

There were wards on both sides of the promenade. In the dead silence, there was only the ticking sound of instruments.

Claire reached the top level and was stopped by two guards.

“Sorry, Dr. Venus, the president is currently receiving important guests.”