Chapter 30: Testing an Officer with This?

Black lace thong.

Are students these days really this bold?

Rod smirked as he noticed his fallen pen had somehow rolled under the woman's seat.

Strange, how did it end up there?

Looking at the woman beside him, whose face was slightly flushed and avoiding eye contact, he quickly realized what was going on.

Ah, crafty woman—she must have kicked his pen under her seat on purpose, just to give him a peek.

But was this supposed to be a test for him?

Which "officer" couldn't pass a test like this?

Without hesitation, he reached under the desk and grabbed the pen.

Just as he was about to pull his hand back, Vivian suddenly closed her legs.

Her long, toned legs—full of softness and an incredible elasticity—briefly trapped his hand. He felt the coolness of her skin, but before he could fully register the sensation, her legs released his hand.

Vivian stared at the blackboard, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

However, the slight blush on her cheeks and earlobes betrayed her emotions.

Twisting the pen in his hand, Rod glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, noticing her quick, furtive glances. She seemed disappointed that he was still wearing his usual aloof expression.

No reaction at all?

Vivian sighed internally, a little frustrated.

Could he really feel nothing?

This guy was harder to win over than she had imagined.

"Maybe being dumped by Emma left him emotionally scarred," she thought.

Despite her disappointment, Vivian wasn't ready to give up.

This might have been her first time actively pursuing a guy, but she had confidence in her looks and figure.

With enough patience, she was certain she could win him over.

No man could resist her charm, right?

…

Rod, seeing that the girl beside him wasn't making any more aggressive moves, finally relaxed a bit.

These American girls, once they got passionate, seemed to completely abandon any sense of restraint.

They didn't even bother to hide it; they just came right at you.

Who could handle that?

That little leg squeeze just now? Even an idiot would know it was intentional.

If they had been alone, he definitely would've shown this playful girl the consequences of messing around with fire.

But, this wasn't the place for that sort of thing. He wasn't some pervert who liked performing in front of an audience.

Besides, if he couldn't enjoy the full feast, these little appetizers didn't interest him.

So, no, it wasn't that he was cold.

This wasn't a test he'd fail.

The class finally ended, and several girls eagerly exchanged contact information with him.

"My parents are out of town, and I'm all alone at home," one girl, not particularly stunning but with an impressively large chest, whispered in his ear.

As she spoke, she slipped a piece of paper into his hand, throwing him a meaningful look filled with invitation.

The way she walked away, her hips swaying, made Rod shake his head in disbelief.

These Americans were truly something else.

It wasn't so much about freedom regarding sex, but more like indulging under the guise of freedom.

Of course, this kind of promiscuous behavior was only prevalent among a small percentage of people.

He unfolded the note, which had an address scribbled on it.

If he wanted, he could spend the night with her, riding off into the sunset.

But he wasn't interested in girls with ordinary looks and chaotic personal lives.

He knew a bit about this girl. She was infamous at school, known as a "social butterfly." Almost a third of the male students had "exchanged notes" with her in more ways than one.

Her favorite partners were those tough guys who often got into trouble.

Rod had never personally been involved with her, but he'd overheard enough from the troublemakers talking about her.

They'd talk about how big her "headlights" were, how smooth her "driving" was in autopilot mode, and things like that—conversations he'd grown tired of hearing.

Rod wasn't picky, but he wasn't interested in someone who was essentially a "public bus" anyone could ride.

He tossed the note into the trash and left the classroom.

"Better get that hospital checkup and figure out what's going on."

His sudden surge in charm definitely had a reason behind it.

Just as he stepped out of the classroom, he bumped into a familiar figure.

"Rod?"

"Emma!"

Their eyes met. Rod looked at the stunning beauty who, just days ago, had been passionately riding with him. He couldn't help but smile at the irony of it all.

In just a few days, his life had drastically changed.

Still, he held no ill feelings toward his ex.

After all, people are naturally drawn to greener pastures, and this was even more true in a capitalist country like the U.S.

"You…"

Emma, staring at the man before her, looked as though she had seen a ghost.

Was this really her ex-boyfriend?

How had he suddenly become so… sexy?

He seemed taller, and his body was much more toned.

And there was something else—a kind of raw, magnetic charm that could drive any woman wild.