After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

Zhu Xun Chuan tucked the wine-red silk shawl, which had a strong rose scent, into the inside pocket of his suit.

The lust ignited by Meng Wanqing in the storeroom was still raging in his lower abdomen. His body, modified by a basic physical enhancement drug, had little resistance to the seduction of such an extremely mature woman.

He loosened the tie of his navy blue bespoke suit, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and strode toward the office of the faculty counselor.

Push open the door.

The air conditioning in the office was on full blast. Gu Qinghan sat upright behind a large, solid wood desk.

She was still wearing the same dark gray suit she'd worn in the auditorium, her white shirt buttoned meticulously to the top. Silver-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and she exuded an aura of unapproachable, asceticism.

Seeing Zhu Xunchuan enter, Gu Qinghan didn't look up. She held a brand-new black pen in her hand and opened the student discipline assessment book on the table.

"You're one minute and twenty seconds late." Gu Qinghan's voice was icy cold, and he drew a heavy line on the paper with his pen. "Zhu Xunchuan, you're acting even more arrogant than me now. Freshman representative, number one on the overall campus heartthrob list, you've been stealing the spotlight."

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't say anything, and casually closed the office door.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Gu Qinghan raised his head, his cold eyes, hidden behind his glasses, filled with a piercing chill. "Weren't you quite the big shot in the auditorium just now? The military district's young lady was feeding you water, and a top celebrity was rubbing her leg against you. I saw you enjoying yourself. You were gone for so long just now, why didn't you go and give Principal Meng a private report on your thoughts?"

Her jealousy finally boiled over. The anger she had been holding in since the opening ceremony finally erupted in full through her role as the counselor.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood there, looking at her for three seconds. Then, he turned around.

"Click".

With slender fingers, he pressed the door lock button, locking the office door from the inside.

Gu Qinghan frowned, a sudden sense of foreboding rising in her heart: "What are you doing? This is an office area, how can you lock the door in broad daylight?"

Zhu Xun Chuan ignored her. He walked straight to the French windows, grabbed the blind cord, and pulled hard.

"Splash—"

Several large blinds suddenly fell shut. The glaring afternoon sunlight was completely blocked out of the windows. The entire office suddenly dimmed, with only a few extremely faint, dappled rays of light filtering through the gaps in the blinds.

In the dimly lit space, the authoritative, headmaster-like pressure was instantly shattered, replaced by a suffocating sense of confinement and danger.

"Zhu Xunchuan! Draw the curtains!" Gu Qinghan panicked completely. She stood up, bracing herself on the table, grabbed the bamboo ruler from the table, pointed it at him, and said in a tense voice, "Are you trying to rebel? Believe me, I'll give you a major demerit!"

Zhu Xun Chuan turned around and approached step by step. His leather shoes made a dull sound on the composite floor.

He walked to the desk, placed his hands on the solid wood surface, and leaned forward. That extremely strong masculine energy, mixed with his already uncontrollable lust, overwhelmed Gu Qinghan.

"A major demerit?" Zhu Xun Chuan raised an eyebrow, his tone undisguisedly aggressive. "Just now, in front of thousands of people, when you were rubbing your thigh against my thigh with black stockings under the table, why didn't Teacher Gu think of giving me a major demerit?"

"Shut up!" Gu Qinghan's ears instantly turned bright red. It was her most private moment of embarrassment, which he had now exposed in front of her. She raised the bamboo ruler, intending to strike him.

The wrist was just raised half an inch.

Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly exerted his strength, bracing himself on the table with one hand, and with a powerful stride, he leaped over the desk. He grabbed Gu Qing Han's wrist, which was holding the ruler, and with his other hand, he roughly pinched her slender waist, pulling her forcefully into his arms.

"Oh—" Gu Qinghan exclaimed in surprise.

Using the momentum, Zhu Xun Chuan dragged and pulled her away from the swivel chair, turned around, and pressed her firmly against the glass of the closed blinds.

The cold glass pressed against Gu Qinghan's back. In front of her was Zhu Xunchuan's hot, hard chest. There was nowhere to retreat.

"Zhu Xun Chuan! How dare you... Ugh!"

Before Gu Qinghan could finish speaking, Zhu Xunchuan lowered his head and precisely captured those two cold and beautiful red lips.

Unlike any gentle probing he had ever done before, this kiss was filled with absolute pressure and a desire to conquer. He forcefully pried open her teeth, penetrating deep inside and sweeping away all the oxygen and the fragrance of tea from her mouth.

"Ugh...get away...let me go..." Gu Qinghan struggled desperately. She clenched her free hand into a fist and pounded hard on Zhu Xunchuan's shoulders and back. His dark gray suit was crumpled and wrinkled.

But that little bit of strength was nothing compared to Zhu Xun Chuan, who had been enhanced by the drug. It wasn't even enough to tickle him.

Zhu Xun Chuan's large hand traced her waistline upwards, his palm burning hot, gripping her back tightly through her silk shirt, pressing her even closer to him. His other hand forcefully squeezed between her legs, pushing her dark gray pencil skirt up.

A domineering kiss and an irresistible caress intertwined. In less than half a minute, Gu Qinghan's resistance diminished.

The fists that had been pounding gradually lost their strength, and the fingers spread out, grabbing the lapel of Zhu Xun Chuan's suit jacket.

Her breathing became rapid and heavy, and her body gradually went limp. If Zhu Xun Chuan hadn't been supporting her, she would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

Zhu Xun Chuan released her lips. Their noses touched, so close they could hear each other's rapid heartbeats.

"If you try to intimidate me with your attitude as a counselor again, I'll do it to you right here." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was terribly hoarse, and his eyes were fixed on her.

Gu Qinghan was panting heavily. Her silver-rimmed glasses had been rubbed askew and slid down the bridge of her nose to the tip.

Her once meticulously combed long hair was now disheveled over her shoulders, and her usually aloof and restrained face was now flushed with a peach-like blush, with even a layer of shimmering water in the corners of her eyes.

The extreme contrast. This allure, stripped bare by power, is more deadly than any deliberate seduction.

"You're a scoundrel... a bastard..." Gu Qinghan bit her swollen lower lip, her voice soft and trembling, completely lacking the authority of a counselor. Her hands unconsciously wrapped around Zhu Xunchuan's neck.

Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled. He grabbed Gu Qing Han under her armpits, his arm muscles bulging, and lifted her up in his arms.

He walked a few steps to his desk.

"Splash—"

Zhu Xun Chuan swept his hand across the table without any hesitation. The folders, pen holder, thermos, and lesson plans on the table were all swept to the ground. He then placed Gu Qinghan directly on the large solid wood table.

Zhu Xun Chuan placed his hands on either side of Gu Qing Han's body, looking down at her from above.

In the dimly lit office, a few slivers of light filtering through the blinds fell directly onto Gu Qinghan's legs.

The dark gray pencil skirt was rolled up to the top of her thighs, an extremely dangerous height. Her long, slender legs, tightly wrapped in ultra-thin black stockings, gleamed delicately in the light and shadow, the edges of the stockings highlighting a dazzling patch of snow-white skin, exuding a captivating allure.

She lay amidst scattered documents, her clothes slightly disheveled, her chest heaving with rapid breathing, looking utterly vulnerable.

"Teacher Gu, would this be considered a work injury?" Zhu Xun Chuan reached out, his rough thumb pads brazenly rubbing the black silk pattern on the inside of her thigh, causing Gu Qing Han to shudder slightly.

"Stop it... A student will be coming to hand in their form soon..." Gu Qinghan reached out to push him, but the force was a mix of resistance and acceptance, more like a coquettish pout.

"I've locked the door. Even if the King of Heaven himself comes, you still have to hand in the homework you owe me first." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned forward.

Just then, he touched a hard leather wallet while resting his right hand on the edge of the table.

That was half a document that had fallen out of the half-open drawer when I was sweeping away the clutter. It had a deep red cover with a line of bold, gold-embossed text printed on it:

Kyoto University Freshman Arts Festival Planning Document and List of Invited Sponsors

Zhu Xun Chuan's movements suddenly stopped. He keenly scanned the corner of the list peeking out from the bottom half of the page.

Su Mucheng Studio (Special Guest Opening Performance).

Dinghe Construction Group (Exclusive title sponsor – Xia Wanying).

The Cultural Troupe of the Political Department of the Tianjin Military Region (Special guidance unit – related to Grandpa Shen Tianxi).

Jiang's Group Cultural Media (Lighting and Stage Design Coordinator – Jiang Yao's Business).

Zhu Xun Chuan's back molars throbbed with pain. The chaotic scene of the opening ceremony had barely subsided when the arts performance turned into a showcase of these young ladies' military might. Were they planning to tear down Kyoto University?

Seeing him suddenly stop what he was doing, Gu Qinghan followed his gaze and a cold smile appeared on her lips: "Did you see that clearly? All your good girls didn't miss the freshman performance next Friday. You're such a busy freshman, aren't you?"

The sour taste of aged vinegar resurfaced in her words.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked away. To hell with the performance, let's melt this iceberg first.

He reached out and groped around on the table. His fingertips touched the bamboo ruler that Gu Qinghan had just dropped.

The surface of the bamboo is polished very smooth, giving off a refreshing coolness.

Zhu Xun Chuan grasped the other end of the ruler. With the cool, pointed tip of the bamboo, he traced the curve of Gu Qinghan's black-stockinged calf upwards in an extremely gentle and provocative manner. Past her knee, he finally gently lifted her exquisitely beautiful chin.

In the dim light, Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a roguish, wicked smile, his voice low and drawn-out.

"Teacher Gu, do you think it hurts when you hit someone with this ruler?"