As the end of the term approached, there was only a week left.
After that, it would be winter break and the arrival of the New Year.
Unlike the real Earth, the new sester here would start after spring break, aning Sam wouldn't officially be a senior until March of the following year.
As for Isabella, although she wouldn't officially leave school until after spring break, she probably wouldn't have many reasons to show up before then.
With the holiday approaching, the weather's damp coldness beca more noticeable.
Of course, this didn't affect Sam much, given his exceptional resistance to cold.
But not far from him, another boy was rubbing his hands together for warmth.
Sam looked at him with amusent.
"Are you really that cold? I saw soone wearing a short skirt without long socks today. You look like you're freezing to death."
Louis replied irritably, "You can't compare us to girls. They can wear long sleeves and wide-leg pants in 95-degree weather or short skirts and crop tops in 14-degree weather. We can't compete with that. It's really cold; my hands are shaking just writing two words."
Sam laughed and glanced at Louis's notebook, surprised to see it filled with notes.
"So many notes? This is more than you've taken in two years of school."
Louis wanted to kick Sam.
"That's an exaggeration... I just don't understand a lot, so I have to write it all down."
"That's a good attitude towards studying. Are you serious?"
Sam asked with a smile.
Louis rubbed his hands together. For so reason, Sam was reminded of a fly, rubbing its hands together until it could rub its head off.
"Of course I'm serious. Last night, I went ho to study and didn't even play gas. My mom walked in and thought I was depressed, insisting I see a psychologist."
"Hahaha... really?"
Louis replied irritably, "What do you think? I used to go straight to my room to play gas every day... but I believe my parents will see my change soon!"
Sam found his enthusiasm amusing but didn't want to discourage him.
So he offered a bit of advice.
"Don't overdo it. Change requires consistent effort, which is the hardest part. Don't give up after a day or two because it's too tiring and go back to playing gas all day."
Louis straightened up.
"I won't. Trust . Actually... Lily talked to yesterday."
"Really? She talked to you?"
Sam was a bit surprised.
Because logically, after a girl finds out about such an embarrassing situation, she should avoid him.
Could this girl have so ulterior motive?
Louis lowered his voice.
"She thanked for helping her and said she didn't know how to repay . Then she said she wanted to treat to dinner this weekend."
"Did you agree?"
"No, I refused."
Sam's eyes widened in disbelief.
Louis looked at his expression and was stunned.
The scene was awkward and a bit funny.
Until Louis said irritably, "You don't believe ?"
Sam gave him a thumbs up.
"If that's true, I salute you as a real man."
Louis replied irritably, "I'm not that stupid. Honestly, knowing what I know, how could we be friends, let alone a couple? Maybe it sounds cliché, but I can't get past it. So I told her clearly."
Sam stretched and stood up, patting Louis on the shoulder.
"Keep it up, Louis. Good people deserve happiness. Believe in that."
As Sam walked out of the classroom, he looked at the gloomy weather outside. There was no sunlight, and it seed like it could rain at any mont.
He thought about himself.
Was he a good person? Certainly.
But was he always a good person? Not necessarily, but for now, he was.
Could he find happiness?
Sam thought...
Surviving was the greatest happiness.
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"How's your preparation for the final exam?"
After school, Sam was specifically called to the office.
Most of the teachers in the office were busy, but Alice seed quite free. She had specifically called her notable student to the office.
Passing teachers even praised her, "Ms. Alice is really dedicated."
Sam didn't bother pretending anymore. At this point, there was no need.
So he casually found a chair and sat down in front of Alice.
Alice, who had asked the question but received no answer, was wearing gold-rimd glasses, her slightly curled long hair cascading down.
Though her tailored coat concealed her figure, it couldn't hide her sophisticated and aloof deanor.
Sam had overheard other male students talking about how conquering Ms. Alice, the cold and strict ice queen, would be the ultimate thrill, worth dying for.
But in front of Sam... she couldn't maintain her cold deanor at all.
"Did I tell you to sit?"
She frowned.
Not only did Sam sit down, but he also pulled the chair closer to her.
Alice's heart skipped a beat.
"Aren't we familiar enough?"
Sam blinked innocently.
Alice couldn't stand this jerk's innocent act.
"Cut it out... move away. Aren't you afraid soone will see?"
Instead of moving away, Sam spread his legs and trapped hers between them.
"I rember you used to like this. What, are you scared now?"
Alice wanted to ask that question... she sensed a shift in their roles, with the balance of power reversing.
But she was helpless.
The current Sam was hard to handle. The key issue was... despite knowing her situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable, she still wanted to see this boy. She wasn't satisfied with just seeing him in class; she wanted to talk to him alone, to et him alone, as if that was the only way to ease certain feelings.
Even though it had only been a few days since they spent the night making love at her place.
"I'm not scared... let go. Are you a child? Why are you so childish?"
Alice struggled but couldn't break free. She slapped Sam's thigh in frustration.
Sam smiled at her.
"So Ms. Alice is easily satisfied? You don't want to be exclusively yours anymore? Is this ga over?"
"In your dreams! When did I say it was over? If you push , I'll not only tell Angel, but I'll also announce it to the whole school. Don't think I won't ruin both our lives."
Alice said defiantly.
But she knew deep down.
She couldn't ruin this boy's life, not just because it was true, but because... she didn't want to.
She couldn't imagine this boy's life being ruined because of her, nor could she bear to see him go from a spirited young man to a dejected one.
Hearing her words, Sam sighed. He released her legs and stood up.
He wasn't leaving.
Instead, he walked behind Alice, placing his hands on her shoulders.
"In that case... there's no other way."
He leaned down, speaking into her ear, watching her ears turn red. His hands slid down her neck to her chest.
Like a smooth slide, they glided down.
Alice's eyes widened, and she frantically tried to cover her chest, but Sam had already grabbed her breasts.
She nervously glanced at the door, fearing soone might co in, her voice trembling.
"What are you doing! Stop it!"
Sam smiled, breathing against her ear, even licking her earlobe.
"You called here after school. Didn't you want to make love here?"
"Jerk... I just wanted to ask about your exam preparation! Let go... mm."
Her voice softened, unable to maintain her cold, strict deanor.
Her ample chest heaved, not just from her rapid breathing but also from Sam's hands.
Sam's hot breath reached her neck, spreading to her cheeks.
This seemingly impulsive, unskilled approach was actually very calculated.
He knew exactly how to manipulate Alice's emotions. She was like a ripe fruit, turning more vibrant and glossy with each touch.
As Sam's hands moved, her body trembled.
Her throat couldn't suppress her instinctive sounds. "Oh yes, Sam..."
"So Ms. Alice is so dedicated. I must repay you well."
With that, Sam withdrew his hands and pulled Alice onto the desk.
He looked into her eyes, and Alice bit her lip.
"Jerk... this is school!"
"Yes, and this is the teacher's office. Isn't it more exciting to make love here?"
"Is this how you repay your teacher? Don't pull too hard; you'll break my blouse buttons!"
She was both angry and embarrassed, but Sam had already undone two buttons of her blouse.
Her bra and ample breasts were exposed, filling the air with a sweet scent.
The atmosphere heated up, making it impossible to avoid.
Sam smiled at her.
"I'm just a student. I don't have many ways to repay you, so I can only use my cock."
"Bad boy... aren't you afraid of being seen?"
Alice made a final stand.
Because she realized that when Sam got close, his seemingly magical eyes and hot hands would quickly make her succumb.
Sam was too good at seduction.
If there were male succubi, Sam would be one.
Now, it wasn't an exaggeration to say Alice couldn't control her body, swaying with his every move...
Sam thought for a mont.
"What about your superpower?"
"...What do you an?"
She was puzzled.
Sam smirked.
"Can't you use your superpower to lock the door?"
"My superpower is for this?!"
This had to be a joke!
Using such a powerful superpower to lock the office door? Using her ability like this? It was an insult to her superpower.
Sam shrugged, easily lifting Alice's skirt to reveal her enticing panties.
"Then suit yourself. I'm... not afraid."
"You... mm... don't bite my breasts. There'll be marks... are you a dog? Be gentle!"
Sam was nestled against Alice's chest.
Her hand pressed against the back of his head.
The woman, already caught in a whirlpool of desire, bit her lip and raised her hand, pointing at the door.
"Click."
The sound of the lock was clear.
Sam looked up, first at her breasts.
The red mark near her nipple was his handiwork.
He smiled.
"Ms. Alice is so obedient."
"I want to kill you..."
Alice gritted her teeth, reaching to remove her glasses.
But Sam stopped her.
Alice looked at him, puzzled.
Sam smirked.
"This... is more exciting."
With her glasses on, Alice looked more intellectual, especially with her cold, seemingly frigid deanor... the contrast with the current situation was incredibly stimulating.
"You're such a... oh yes..."
When it's ti to release desire, you should release it.
Not acting when you should is cowardly.
Without a doubt, this ti, it will be a ho run.
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