Chapter 29: "Excuse Me, I Dropped My Pen"

Feeling the heated gazes from all around him, as if they wanted to devour him whole, Rod frowned, sensing something off.

Sure, his looks might rival Leonardo DiCaprio's and his physique could easily outshine Captain America's, but it wasn't enough to explain why so many women seemed desperate to throw themselves at him, eager to "explore biology" together.

This could only mean something about him had changed, something even he wasn't aware of.

"Better get checked at the hospital after class," Rod muttered to himself.

By the end of the lesson, he was feeling worn out. Not only was he surrounded by women, but they were some of the most attractive and well-built ones in the entire class.

Among female college students around the world, 80 out of 100 had some sort of experience in "that area." Some had even been part of more adventurous activities, including group escapades at wild parties. (This Chinese authors are really delulu)

To attract the attention of their desired crush, these students dressed daringly and provocatively micro skirts barely covering their thighs, ultra-short shorts revealing most of their behinds. This was the norm.

Seated in the middle of all these women, wherever Rod looked, there were dazzling views of long legs and low-cut tops.

In such an atmosphere, how could anyone not react?

Moreover, the werewolf blood coursing through his veins heightened his sense of smell and hearing, making him acutely aware of the unique mix of feminine scents around him.

These fragrances, when blended together, seemed to have some kind of magic, setting his blood on fire.

Rod clenched his teeth, struggling to suppress the rising primal urge within.

Who would've thought that he could control his urge to kill but was nearly undone by a few flirtatious girls?

"Deep breaths... deep breaths..."

Rod placed his hands on the desk, closing his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts. Yet, the more he tried to relax, the more vivid the images of those bare legs and dangerously tight tops appeared in his mind.

The more he tried to stay composed, the more agitated he felt inside.

Crack!

His fingers, without meaning to, exerted enough force to dent the desk.

"This is bad..."

Rod knew something was wrong. Even his breath felt hot now.

At this rate, he feared he might lose control. And if he accidentally transformed in front of all these people, it would be a disaster.

He was powerful enough to wipe the floor with normal people. Even if they had guns, unless it was a high-caliber sniper rifle, he doubted they'd even be able to pierce his skin.

But how would he fare against a modern military force?

Bombings, missiles, nuclear threats...

Not even a werewolf, or even a dragon, could survive that.

The last thing he wanted was to be captured by the government and end up a lab specimen.

Just then, a quiet gasp reached his ears.

Rod noticed a red-haired girl staring at him in disbelief—at his pants, to be precise.

"That's... massive..."

Vivian muttered under her breath, instinctively holding her hands up to the textbook on the desk to measure.

It was... way longer than the textbook!

What kind of monster is this?

Is this even humanly possible?

"Monster!" she whispered.

Hearing her murmur, Rod's lips twitched.

Seriously, is this girl a pervert?

Who says stuff like that out loud?

Rod thought he was already pretty weird, but here was someone even stranger.

Noticing Rod's gaze, Vivian blushed deeply, quickly retracting her measuring gesture and propping her textbook upright to block his view.

"Do I come off as some kind of creep?" she wondered, feeling so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear.

She had planned to act bold and confident like the other girls at school, but now she was just dying of shame.

Too bold!

How could she measure someone so blatantly in front of everyone?

But... it really was incredible.

Vivian peeked over her textbook at Rod's muscular physique, her breath quickening.

Her watery eyes, full of desire, were practically sparkling. If only he could be her boyfriend...

Wait, didn't Emma just break up with him?

That means... she might have a chance now, right?

"Excuse me, I dropped my pen. Could you move aside for a sec?"

Rod's voice broke Vivian out of her daydream. When she snapped back to reality, she realized he was staring at her with a peculiar expression.

Her face flushed as she quickly covered it with her book. This was so embarrassing!

"Go ahead," she muttered, scooting back and spreading her legs to give him space to retrieve the pen that had fallen near her feet.

"Um..."

Was this girl doing this on purpose?

Rod's lips curled into a wry smile. Did she not realize she was wearing a mini-skirt? Even sitting normally would risk a wardrobe malfunction, let alone sitting like this.

Taking a deep breath, he diverted his gaze, doing his best to ignore the view so close to him as he bent down to pick up the pen.

"Where is it?"

After a moment of searching, he couldn't find the pen and glanced down.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse under her skirt..