Warning: This Chapter Contains Sexual Scene

"Zaaach!" The dropping temperature inside and outside the room made the blonde's breath visible. Her American ponytails bounced off her shoulders, sagging on each side of her head like that of Harley Quinn's.

Even with the blonde's arrival, the buzzing voices of the students never ceased in the Chinese-calligraphy-etched corners of the classroom.

"Nĭ hăo, Brigette." Zach bowed his head down. The scent of his cotton candy shampoo wafted to the woman.

"I missed you so much!" She pinched Zach's cheek, accentuating its rosiness. "Where's Xander?" She scanned the room and whispered to Zach, "You know I missed him more than you." She chuckled.

Zach looked up to think. "Ahm. I guess he's coming soon. He was still sewing my underwear when I invited him to go with me."

Brigette's eyes twinkled. "Ahhh! Such a boyfrie—no! A husband material! Ahhh!" Brigette swooned with giddiness. She imagined what her future would be with Xander by her side—on the bed.

"You want to marry early too?" Zach remembered each word Leuther told him at the clinic.

"If Xander will be my future husband, my fetus self should've been wearing an engagement ring back then. Ahhh!" Brigette's voluptuous body squirmed, forcing Zach to close his eyelids.

"EVERYONE, XANDER IS COMING!" a pink-haired student screamed. "PREPARE YOUR OVARIES! AHHH!"

Xander stepped inside the classroom. His leather backpack dangled on his right shoulder while his left hand held fifteen books all owned by Zach.

"AHHH! MY PANTY DROPPED ON THE FLOOR!" a fat man yelled upon seeing his long-time crush. "SOMEONE PICK IT UP!"

Xander politely smiled at everyone and searched for his little brother. His gaze landed on Zach's favorite spot to sit upon and sauntered toward it.

As Xander was filling the distance between him and his brother, Brigette walked over and stopped in front of him.

"Xa-xander, please accept the confession of my love." Brigette unzipped the jacket down to her waist and pulled out an envelope from her cleavage. She sealed it with a kiss mark.

While Brigette was fretting, Xander looked at her. She twisted her hips from side to side, her interlaced hands moving along her body.

Xander opened the envelope. His brows knitted on the words.

Bear me a child.

Brigette batted her lashes.

Xander slid the envelope into his bag and faced the blonde. "Thank you." His killer smile flashed across everyone in the room.

"AHHH!" Xander's fan club screamed, shaking the whole building.

Brigette immediately fainted.

Xander was about to put down the books he was carrying and help the woman when two cheerleaders hustled to her aid.

"You slay it, girl!" The cheerleader's words filled everyone's ears. "He smiled at you! Ahhh!" The two girls carried their friend to the clinic.

What the? Xander was confused as he approached Zach.

"Gege, will she be okay?" Zach worried at his friend's condition.

"I hope so?" Xander put the books down on Zach's armchair and hung his bag on the chair beside Zach. He slumped his back on the seat and blinked a few times.

"Gege, what are you thinking?" Zach watched his brother.

"Huh?" Xander raised his brows.

"They say that when a person is thinking deeply, his eyes blink rapidly."

"Oh. Then you don't want to know." Xander snickered.

"Okay." Zach opened his science book and skimmed through the last chapter.

He had started reading the two-thousand-pages book last night and was relieved to wrap up the material. Thoughts about Ythan distracted him yesterday, failing to achieve his timetable's schedule of studying three books within an hour.

Xander felt unsatisfied. "You really don't want to know?"

"You said that I don't want to know." Zach finally finished the book and closed it.

An idea entered Xander's mind. "I'm still telling you. Close your eyes first." Xander grinned.

Zach immediately shut his eyes down.

Xander searched a topic in the book's table of contents and flipped the pages to page 104. "I'm thinking about this."

Zach opened his eyes and saw an illustration of a woman's naked body with labeled parts.

Zach's blood rushed upward; Xander's blood rushed downward.

"Gege!" Zach complained, feeling dizzy.

Xander laughed at Zach's reaction, eased at the same time that his JB responded, thinking of Brigette's bodacious body. I'm not gay.

"Oh my gosh! The siblings look definitely cute! I can't!" The pink-haired girl squealed at the back of the brothers' seats.

"I know, right? Can I just cuddle with them all day long?" the fat guy squawked.

"You can't! You'll crush my baby Zach," the girl snapped.

"You're so funny!" The guy slapped his friend's shoulder, sending the girl two feet away from her chair. "At least Xander can crush me underneath his body." He flipped his imaginary long hair.

Xander's ears bled hearing those words.

"Zǎoshang hǎo, students!" Professor Qi entered the room. He wore an arctic-blue, button-down shirt tucked inside his beige pants, encircled with a black leather belt. The shirt's long sleeves rolled up to his arms, exposing his silver watch.

All students immediately stood up and bowed down. "Zǎoshang hǎo, Qi lăoshī."

"You may take your seats." Professor Qi wiped his glasses clean. "Before we start our class, let's welcome first your new classmates." He looked at the door and nodded.

Renzo, Leuther, and Ythan walked into the room. They bent their heads down and greeted professor Qi.

The room fell silent.

"Please introduce yourself to the class," Professor Qi instructed.

"Nǐ zěnmeyàng. Allurenzo Collins, at your service." Renzo grinned.

Sabrina passed by the room when she saw Renzo's performance.

Yuck! She gagged, pretending to vomit and walked away with dozens of watches in her shoulder bag.

"I'm Eleutherius Collins, but please call me Leuther. Xìnghuì." Leuther smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Xander had only seen Leuther's mouth at that moment. He blinked faster than when he thought of Brigette. Those succulent lips...

"Ythan Hopkins." The hair-raising voice ricocheted around the room. His eyes caught Zach first before scrutinizing everyone's looks.

Zach smiled, baring his two little canines. His dimples deepened at the thought, That's my senpai.

"Girl, I don't like them," the fat guy whispered to her traumatized friend. "The first guy is definitely a dork. The second feels like a user while the last one... Well, he looks handsome, but he's scary."

"You're right," because of what happened earlier, the pink-haired girl did not dare to disagree again, but she still spoke with all honesty. "I surely don't want to mess with the last guy."

Majority of the students thought the same way.

"Xièxie," Professor Qi said to the three new students. "As to your seats"— he scrunched his brows, looking at the paper that the principal handed him over— "I will be choosing them from now on."

The students looked at each other. This was the first time that their teacher intervened on their sitting arrangement.

Professor Qi called out each of the student's name and his seat number. "Zacharias Dela Cruz, you can remain at your seat." He peeked at Xander behind the paper. "Xander Chen, please move to seat eighteen."

I knew it! Xander raised his hand. Professor Qi was about to call his attention when Zach pulled his hand down.

Zach shook his head, hoping that his brother would get the message. It's okay.

Xander sucked in a breath. With no choice, he stood and trudged to the last two chairs in front of the locker. His every step hammered the floor.

"Eleutherius Collins." Professor Qi narrowed his eyes at the paper. This is not the arrangement I saw last night. Maybe I was just tired, he dismissed the idea. "You can sit beside Mr. Dela Cruz."

Leuther swept a gaze at Ythan and smiled.

With that one look, Ythan understood everything—Leuther switched the paper he handed to the principal.

As Leuther ambled toward his assigned seat, Ythan spoke, "Qi lăoshī, I'll take Leuther's spot."

The students gasped. How dare he oppose lăoshī?

Professor Qi stared at Ythan. A teacher might be under the principal's directive, but he was smart enough to know what this student was capable of doing. "Mr. Eleutherius Collins, move at seat seventeen instead."

The students held their breaths. Qi lăoshī agreed just like that? Some of them glared at Ythan. They refused to believe that someone could question the authorities.

Pulling up the corners of his lips, Leuther faced back to his teacher. "Okay." Well, well. So much for self-control, Ythan.

Leuther thought he gained the upper hand, but he always made mistakes of forgetting who his fiancé was. Someday, you'll find your match, Ythan. He glanced at Zach. Unfortunately, that'll not be me.

As Ythan approached his designated chair, Zach immediately picked up his Spongebob notebook. Using his bugs bunny pencil, he continued to jot down the questions he planned to ask his new master.

"Allurenzo Collins, find any vacant seat. You were not on the list."

"What?" Renzo started. "How could someone forget me?" His mind raced, searching for answers on his own question when Ythan caught his attention.

Ythan motioned his finger, mimicking a barrel rolling down.

Renzo remembered the last time he made fun of Ythan. He glared at his ally and wandered to find a seat. He made a mental note not to offend Ythan again. The man surely knew his most vulnerable part.

Professor Qi began his discussion from Qing Hai International School's history to its current board members. He deliberately omitted crucial details about the school, under the principal's instructions.

As Xander earnestly listened to his teacher, his eyes anchored at Zach and Ythan. Even though both men were just sitting, busily taking down notes, the one-centimeter gap between their shoulders threw him off. He felt an ominous vibe from Ythan since the first time he saw him. The man's presence always magnified his brother instinct.

Leuther tried to sustain his interest in the lecture but failed.

He thought he could rekindle the excitement of being a student, but staying in the circus, playing the game of life-and-death for a year, made him realize that the fervor was long buried in the abyss, replaced with the lust to craft another mask.

This is boring. He yawned and noticed Xander's face scrunching, the line of sight traveling to Ythan and Zach. He smirked, amused by Xander's rendition of affection. Let's see how intense your devotion is, Xander.

Xander was shoving the uneasiness away from his mind when a pen dropped onto the floor in front of him.

"Oops," Leuther muttered.

Xander was about to pick up the pen when Leuther blocked his chest, preventing him from proceeding further.

Leaning over his armchair, Leuther bent down, facing Xander's groin, and snaked his arms between the space of the man's thighs to retrieve the pen.

Xander wanted to push the man away, but Leuther seemed to bind his whole body. He felt like a fly stuck in a spider's web.

After what seemed to be a century, his eyes nervously darted around the room, waiting for Leuther to sit back properly. Feeling more anxious as seconds went by, he swallowed a lump in his throat and looked at his seatmate below him.

The man devoured his five senses. He saw Leuther's shoulder inching toward his bulge. He smelled Leuther's whiff intoxicating his manliness. He heard Leuther's breath heaving near his whip. He tasted Leuther's sultriness hovering above his manhood. He felt Leuther's warmth uniting with his own.

The quiet pen clung to the straight charmer's hand. The tip of its barrel slowly brushed past Xander's leg, knee, inner thigh, and all the way up to the crotch where it meandered a little longer.

Xander's monstrosity swelled to such inconceivable size, outlining what seemed to be a giant mushroom inside his white jogging pants. Repressed by a thin fabric, it swerved to the right, looking delicious on Leuther's eyes.

When the pen slid to his balls and started to caress them, Xander let out a soft moan, drowned by Professor Qi's voice. His legs tightened. His toes curled.

As sweat gathered on his forehead, Xander grabbed his backpack, covering the obscenity from everyone's sight. He closed his eyes and succumbed to the pleasure, as the pen traced the line dividing his two uneven balls.

Xander's cock leaked a noticeable amount of fluids, wetting a small portion of his pants. The cock's head became more visible, enticing Leuther to suck it dry.

The pen glided to the side, ignoring Xander's throbbing member. It seemed to endlessly orbit around the humungous organ, ensuring that it would crave to be touched.

Xander opened his bloodshot eyes and stared at the pen. He was in agony. He was on the edge of the immense desire to express and fulfill his masculinity. He wanted it now more than ever.

He tilted his body the left side, yearning for the pen to fondle his needy cock.

But at the last moment when it should have made contact, Leuther pulled out his hand and reclined back to his seat.

He met Xander's eyes and clenched the cap of the pen using his teeth. He smirked and raised his hand. "Qi lăoshī, may I go the bathroom?"

Everybody turned toward Leuther's direction.

Feeling the moisture of his semen-soaked boxers, Xander anxiously opened the bag on his lap and pretended to find something inside. The hungry beast was still pulsating in his sweatpants. You're so gonna get it, Leuther. I'll fuck you to death.

Professor Qi nodded, allowing Leuther to go out.

The seducer held a triumphant smile as he walked along the corridor. He knew he couldn't touch Zach. Ythan had been secretly looking out for the kid ever since he created 'the puppy incident'.

However, it didn't mean that he was out of tricks. He had prepared hundreds of trump cards hidden in his sleeves. If plan A didn't work, I still have twenty-five letters in the alphabet to choose from.

Xander exited the room, covering his growing problem. No one had dared to provoke him but now, only Leuther.

He didn't understand himself. Why did he always allow that man to play with him? Was it that long when he last played with himself? Yes. He would admit that the financial crisis the orphanage was going through preoccupied him, but was his needs that dire enough for him to enjoy a man's touch? A m-a-n's touch. There it was. He admitted it. He indeed savored Leuther's lingering touch. It didn't matter now if he was gay or not. Leuther managed to free something he subdued for a long time.

But the bitch should have never woken it up in the first place.

Leuther washed his hands, whistling to the tune of 'Incy Wincy Spider'. He looked at himself in the mirror, straightened the annoying curl on his forehead, and patted his hands dry with a handkerchief.

He was about to step out from the comfort room when three bulky men entered inside and blocked his way.

Eyes blazing with greed, the men closed the door.

A/N:

[1] Nĭ hăo – Mandarin Chinese for 'hello'.

[2] Zǎoshang hǎo – Mandarin Chinese for 'good morning'.

[3] lăoshī – Mandarin Chinese for 'teacher'. In China, one addresses their teacher by adding the surname before lăoshī. Thus, in this context, Professor Qi is called 'Qi lăoshī' by his students.

[4] Nǐ zěnmeyàng – Mandarin Chinese for 'What's up?' or 'How are you doing?'.

[5] Xìnghuì – Mandarin Chinese for 'Nice to meet you!'.

[6] Xièxie – Mandarin Chinese for 'Thank You'.

[7] Senpai - Japanese for 'Master' in this context.

*Hides in shame*

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