[Quick Transmigration] Deliberately induced

"Haven't you already got what you want, what else do you want?"

Looking at the students blocking the way in front of him, the young man was expressionless.

"And you, superficially went to bed."

"It's not over, I said, such a strong medicine, has left sequelae?"

Approaching ambiguously, looking at the mentor who twisted his body, Darao raised the corners of his mouth.

"Could it be that just facing me now, your legs are already so weak that you can't stand up...do you want me to do it so much?"

After knocking off the restless hand that wanted to touch him, Crowe pursed his lips.

"No."

"Anyway, you've already yelled so loudly in front of me, so don't force yourself to pretend."

Simply doing nothing, the boy just squinted and met his eyes.

"I'll let you enjoy it."

"I don't think so."

"......what?"

"I said your technique is not good enough."

The answer came with a casual yawn.

"It's a little disappointing, little one."

"...?!"

"Don't always believe what you see with your eyes."

Touching the student's face, the young tutor showed a strange smile, with a hint of charm.

"You, you still have a lot to learn."

"..."

Darao, who was stunned, could only watch the other party turn and walk away in disbelief.

There is a kind of pinched in the palm of the...

illusion?

It seems... more interesting than expected.

>>>>

"Stalker, I've already told you that I'm disappointed in you."

Vigorously poking the pointed pen in his hand, he barely stopped until it was close to the disturber's eyeball.

"It's annoying, you."

The boy hurriedly took a step back, then smiled again.

"Wow, is this your real tone?"

"After all, you have endured it for so long. Anyone else would be impatient. Don't let me clean you up."

Pushing the mirror frame, the young mentor withdrew his "weapon".

"That said, it feels good to tear your face apart."

"Alas? Why do you say that!"

"Shut up, little boy."

"Heh, it's a brat like me who fucked you until..."

Before he finished speaking, Darao was forced to look up at the other party by pinching his chin.

"Uh!"

The youth's black pupils flashed a strange color.

Then he discovered to his half-horrified that this gaze seemed... to have an aphrodisiac effect.

"Study hard, little guy."

Letting go of the embarrassed student, Crowe raised his eyebrows jokingly.

"You are not capable, you are too tender."

"..."

"Why are you so wronged? It seems that I bullied you."

"No no no... If it's about age, yes?"

"I'm only three or four years older than you."

"That counts."

"Unfortunately, there is no fairness in this world."

"..."

"Well, it's better than this."

Looking at the aggrieved boy, Crowe raised the corners of his mouth in a funny way.

"I haven't told you yet, I will resign tomorrow."

"what?!"

"Before I come back, if you can grow to satisfy me, I will chase after you—in the name of the patron saint of Meizu."

The oath stands.

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