"I understand, thank you, Dr. Yuzuru."
Under the influence of the illusion of a mirage, the girl's way of addressing Yuzuru became somewhat confused, but the trust in her eyes remained undiminished, even tinged with a hint of shyness—
After all, this school doctor is just too handsome.
"I'll prescribe some medicine for you."
Yuzuru Nanami tried to keep his voice steady, picked up the prescription sheet, and began to write.
However, the increasingly intense stimulation coming from under the table caused his fingers to tremble almost imperceptibly as he wrote, requiring him to concentrate fully to ensure that his handwriting did not become crooked.
He was writing down the names of medications to relieve colds and gastrointestinal discomfort, while under the table he was undergoing an extreme, silent "cooling" treatment.
A dual test of composure and acting skills.
After writing slowly for a while, Yu Shengnan handed the prescription to the girl and smiled, "Take it as directed, drink plenty of warm water, and come back for a check-up if you're still feeling unwell tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you!"
The girl took the prescription, gratefully got up and left, stealing a glance at the excessively handsome "school doctor" before she left.
Only after the door to the infirmary closed again and the footsteps faded into the distance did Yuu Nan let out a long sigh of relief and lean back slightly in his chair.
He took off his glasses, and the calm in his eyes was instantly replaced by a turbulent darkness.
Vermouth slowly emerged from under the table, her golden hair slightly disheveled, a few strands playfully clinging to her cheeks. Her emerald eyes shimmered with a sly, triumphant glint.
Noticing someone's burning gaze, the "school doctor" stuck out her tongue and seductively licked the corner of her rosy lips, as if savoring some exquisite delicacy; every movement was full of deliberate flirtation.
"Young master..."
Sister Bei's voice was slightly husky and magnetic, her smile alluring, "Looks like my 'physical cooling' and 'psychological counseling'... are working quite well? Much more effective than those bitter pills, right?"
Yu Shengnan chuckled as he watched her deliberately tease him and then put on an innocent look. He reached out and pinched her smooth chin, his thumb lingering intimately on her delicate skin.
"Sister Bei, your 'service' was indeed excellent, and your skills were superb. You deserve a five-star rating..."
"However, have you thought about the consequences of arbitrarily adding 'services' and then trying to slip away after the 'treatment' is over?"
Vermouth looked at the dark glint in Yuzuru's eyes, but instead of being afraid, she seemed like a cunning little fox who had succeeded in her scheme, her red lips curving into a sly smile.
She extended her slender finger and gently tapped Yuzuru's chest, her tone carrying a deliberate reminder and a hint of barely perceptible smugness:
"Little master~ It seems... class is about to start? Good students can't be late~"
As if to confirm her words, almost as soon as she finished speaking, the crisp and urgent school bell, marking the end of the break, rang out throughout the entire Teitan campus.
Hehe~
Vermouth grinned like a cat that had just stolen some fish, her blue eyes gleaming with a defiant "What can you do to me?" light. She made a move to get up from Hanyu Nan, straighten her slightly disheveled white coat, and prepare to make a quick getaway.
Flirt and run, that's so exciting!
These were the lines clearly written on her face at that moment.
However, she had only risen halfway when her wrist was suddenly gripped by a warm and strong hand.
Instead of showing annoyance at being interrupted, Yuzuru Hanyu revealed a smile that was even more meaningful and dangerous than Vermouth's.
"You think you can just start a fire and run away? Miss Vermouth..."
With a slight pull of his arm, he easily drew Vermouth, who had just gotten up halfway, back into his arms, so that she sat on his lap in a more intimate and inescapable position. "There's no such thing as a free lunch."
Vermouth felt the arms tightening around her waist and the undeniable heat and strength emanating from behind. Instead of struggling, the excitement and desire for challenge in her eyes intensified.
"Oh? Then... what does the little master want?"
She casually wrapped her arms around Yuzuru Nan's neck, her breath sweet as orchids, "Are you... going to skip class? That's not something a model student should do, you know~ The disciplinary committee will make an example of you~"
Yuzuru did not answer, but his thoughts stirred slightly.
The next moment, the curtains in the infirmary seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, and with a "whoosh," they automatically closed, completely isolating the room from the outside world.
At the same time, a soft "click" came from the doorway, and the lock automatically closed, turning this space into an absolutely private domain.
The light suddenly became dim and ambiguous, with only a few rays of light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, outlining the silhouettes of the two people embracing tightly.
Hanyu Nan lowered his head, his nose almost touching Vermouth's. Their warm breaths mingled, and his deep voice sounded exceptionally clear in the dim light:
"A qualified doctor must be fully responsible for his/her patients."
His fingertips lightly traced the collar of Vermouth's white lab coat, lingering on the button that symbolized rigor and professionalism, the movement carrying a hint of nonchalant threat.
"How can we give up halfway and easily abandon treatment before the patient's 'problem' has been 'completely resolved'?"
"This is... a matter of medical ethics."
…
The teachers' office building not far away
Inside an office facing the infirmary of the teaching building.
FBI investigator Judy slammed her high-powered binoculars down on the desk with a loud bang, so hard that the coffee cup on the desk shook.
She stared at the medical room across the street, its curtains suddenly drawn and doors tightly shut. Her chest heaved violently, her eyes practically spitting fire, and she growled through gritted teeth:
"Shit!"
Her father's killer was right under her nose.
As a result, she was unable to take revenge because of someone.
This feeling of frustration almost made her explode.
"Damn Vermouth..."
Judy clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms.
As a dignified elite FBI investigator, now disguised as a sexy and hot English teacher, in terms of figure, appearance, and temperament, how is he inferior to that insidious witch?
It's all about uniform fetish.
Judy Sterling doesn't think she'll lose at all!
no!
Judy jumped up and paced anxiously around the office.
Seducing her! She absolutely must seduce her!
Although her previous attempts to seduce him had all failed, the arrival of Bayonetta made Judy, who was originally prepared to give up, start to get anxious.
Judy took a deep breath, walked to the mirror, straightened her dazzling blonde hair and tight-fitting business suit, and tried to calm her turbulent emotions. A fighting spirit and a hint of determination rekindled in her eyes.
Vermouth, you just wait and see.
This boy, I, Jodie Starling... am going to take him!
She refused to believe that Hanyu Nan could withstand her all-out "Teacher's Temptation" and her offensive that blended American passion with Japanese subtlety.
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