Rudius suddenly heard Emma’s scream.
Before he understood what was happening, he felt his face heat up.
He subconsciously licked his lips and tasted something in his mouth.
Rudius was stunned.
He touched his face and found it was actually wet, covered in transparent fluid.
After realizing what had happened, Rudius looked at Emma with a strange expression.
At this moment, Emma’s expression was vacant, and she was panting heavily as if she had received a huge shock.
Her consciousness was still in a daze.
At the same time, Emma’s body was still twitching slightly, her face flushed, and her small mouth was open unconsciously.
There was something glistening at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were filled with tears.
Her whole person exuded a bad aura.
Rudius couldn’t help but swallow his saliva, thinking that this woman was too moist.
He hadn’t even done anything yet, just looked, and her reaction was already this big.
If he really got down to business, wouldn’t the bedsheets be soaked?
After hesitating for a moment, Rudius took out his phone to record the bad scene before him.
He had offended Emma to death, so he might as well go all the way and record her lewd appearance as well.
“Don’t record—don’t record me!”
Emma’s vacant eyes moved.
After discovering he was holding a phone to record her, she screamed in terror, her face pale with fright.
But Rudius didn’t care about her.
He continued to record her on his own, even capturing her current appearance of begging him.
Seeing that he had no intention of stopping the recording, Emma suddenly felt a sourness in her heart.
Feeling infinitely aggrieved, tears began to fall.
She thought about how her dignity as a woman had been trampled by him.
Not only was her body being wantonly toyed with, but even her shameful parts had been seen, and she had even overflowed under his gaze.
Thinking of this, she felt extremely uncomfortable and painful.
He must think I’m a lewd woman—just overflowing from being looked at.
I’m even more lewd than a slut.
The more she thought about it, the sadder she became.
Two lines of hot tears ran down her cheeks, and Emma shed sad tears continuously.
The young girl before him sobbed from time to time.
Crying like a pear blossom in the rain, her long eyelashes were covered in teardrops.
She was as beautiful as a lotus rising from the water, yet also like a lost child in the night who couldn’t find her way home, evoking pity.
Rudius looked at the young girl, then at his phone, and found he could no longer harden his heart to continue recording.
He sighed and put his phone away.
Rudius felt his pants pocket, took out a pack of tissues to wipe his face, and then threw the remaining tissues onto the young girl.
He said impatiently, “I deleted the video. Stop crying—it’s annoying.”
He was still stingy about showing his gentleness because Emma was not only arrogant but also held a look-down-on attitude toward ordinary people, which made him very disgusted.
Perhaps frightened by his harsh tone, Emma suddenly stopped crying.
Her eyes stared blankly at him.
With the glistening teardrops still hanging on her eyelashes, paired with her dazed expression, she inexplicably looked somewhat cute.
Rudius, however, said with a cold face, “Clean yourself up quickly. If anyone finds out you’ve been crying, or suspects that I bullied you, you’re dead.”
After the threat, Rudius didn’t stay any longer and turned to leave the principal’s office.
Upon hearing the door close, Emma finally came to her senses.
She sat up from the cold floor, and a pack of tissues rolled off her body and fell to the ground.
Emma stared at the pack of tissues, her gaze somewhat complex.
Rudius arrived downstairs and found that his assigned public sanitation area had already been cleaned.
He didn’t pay it much mind, took his broom, and returned to the classroom.
After entering the classroom, Rudius saw that everyone was studying on their own and the teacher wasn’t there.
He didn’t think much of it and returned to his seat.
The class quickly passed, and Emma still hadn’t returned to the classroom.
Rudius couldn’t help but worry, her tear-streaked face appearing in his mind.
Just then, a fragrant breeze wafted over.
Freya came up to Rudius and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Rudius, I have news for you. Our homeroom teacher resigned.”
Rudius felt a ticklish, warm breath on his ear and was a little surprised.
Hearing Freya’s words, his heart stirred, but he didn’t show it on his face.
Freya had been watching his expression.
Seeing no change, she secretly asked him, “Rudius, was it you?”
Freya whispered, “The teacher just assigned you to clean, and then she was fired right away. And I saw it earlier—you weren’t even the one cleaning the public areas.”
Rudius looked at her in surprise.
The girl’s eyes were fixed on him with certainty, but Rudius could tell she was acting; Freya’s gaze held a hint of probing.
She probably suspected he was some kind of second-generation rich kid?
Rudius instinctively started to act, complaining, “I really don’t know about this. My stomach hurt when I was cleaning, so I ran to the restroom. The class next door helped me with my cleaning. Besides, I’m just a student—how could I get a teacher fired?”
Freya scrutinized him, then suddenly smiled sweetly, “I was just kidding! Look how scared you are. The teacher is just sick and can’t continue teaching, so she went back to get treatment.”
Rudius said sympathetically, “I hope the teacher gets well soon.”
Freya gave him a deep look, said nothing more, and walked toward the back door, quickly leaving the classroom.
After watching her leave, Rudius withdrew his gaze, only to find Jasmine in front of him glaring at him with clenched teeth.
When she realized he had noticed her, her eyes darted away, and she immediately turned her head.
Rudius thought, She’s probably upset about how I’ve treated her these past two days.
Seeing how angry she is, maybe double it after school tonight?
Thinking of something amusing, Rudius showed a pleasant smile.
Just then, Jasmine secretly looked back at him again.
Seeing the hateful smile on his face, her pretty face turned pale, and she anxiously turned her head back, feeling restless, but her ears unknowingly turned red.
When the evening school bell rang and the teacher dismissed class, Jasmine was the first to rush out of the classroom, drawing the attention of her classmates.
Rudius’s mouth twitched.
Was he that scary?
After a moment of hesitation, Rudius didn’t get up to chase her.
The girl ran too fast, and if he chased her in front of so many people, his intentions would be too obvious.
Since Jasmine had escaped, Rudius gave up the idea of continuing to train her.
This time, the girl was on guard and wouldn’t be easily caught by him again.
Rudius had no choice but to pack his things and go home.
Upon returning to his residential complex, Rudius encountered Hailey, a married woman he had met once before, at the entrance.
She was standing painfully, supporting herself against a tree, as if she had sprained her ankle.
Seeing that she was alone, Rudius was about to approach her to strike up a conversation when a prompt appeared.
“You’ve discovered a lone, injured married woman. Just as you’re about to approach her to strike up a conversation, you carefully notice her husband hiding in a nearby car, secretly watching you both. He is excitedly waiting for you to approach his beloved wife.”