William Clark looked at that beautiful, flower-like face, his desire flaring up. Seeing no one around, he wrapped his arms around the little beauty’s slender waist and planted fierce kisses on her smooth, tender cheek. Ethan Murray slipped out of his grasp, made a funny face at William Clark, and said, “We’re going to be late! I’m not letting you kiss me!” With that, she ran off, laughing like a silver bell.

William Clark whistled, tilted his head back to look at the sky, and strolled toward the classroom with a lazy, carefree air.

Anyone he set his sights on could never escape the palm of his hand! It was only a matter of time, nothing more!

When Ethan Murray arrived at the classroom, just as she expected, her desk was piled high with love letters and flowers. Today, there were even quite a few crystal trinkets. Frowning, she sat down amid the jealous stares of the other girls. If William Clark found out, he’d definitely get mad again. Thinking of William Clark’s cute, jealous expression—trying to hide it but unable to—she couldn’t help but let a small smile curl at the corners of her mouth as she looked at the mountain of gifts.

She decided to do as that domineering guy William Clark had told her: first, she tossed all six love letters into the trash bin; then, she took half of the flowers and gave them to her deskmate, who had never been in a relationship, and put the other half on the podium as communal property. Finally, she handed the more expensive crystal trinkets to her best friend in front, Alice Scott, letting this so-called “little witch” with the best intel in the whole grade return them to those pesky admirers buzzing around like flies.

This was Ethan Murray’s daily “three-step cleaning routine”!

After tidying up, Ethan Murray secretly gazed at the ordinary crystal bracelet on her wrist—not expensive, but her eyes were filled with emotion and warmth. Stroking the bracelet with her slender fingers, Ethan Murray felt a little intoxicated.

When William Clark finally strolled into the classroom, the English teacher Helen Harris, known as the most beautiful of the school’s four famous female teachers, was writing on the blackboard. From where William Clark stood at the door, he could see that besides her beautiful face, Helen Harris’s side profile was incredibly alluring—curves in all the right places, especially her full chest that seemed ready to burst from her clothes, sparking endless imagination. At twenty-five or twenty-six, she had a maturity that Ethan Murray lacked, like a ripe peach waiting to be picked by a man.

In the past, William Clark had used the excuse of asking questions in class to sneak peeks at the teacher’s chest countless times. Of all his classes, only English held any real interest for him, and even then, it was mostly because of Helen Harris’s stunning figure, which constantly inspired indecent thoughts.

“William, late again today. I really wonder if I’ll ever see you arrive before me,” Helen Harris said helplessly to William Clark, shaking her head and telling him to take his seat.

“If you’d agree to be my wife, I’d be on time every day!” William Clark muttered under his breath as he passed by Helen Harris, showing no respect for his elders. He slung his bag onto his seat, leaned back, and looked provocatively at the beautiful young teacher.

Helen Harris blushed, murmured something under her breath, and pretended to glare fiercely at the unfazed William Clark. But he simply fixed his gaze on her chest, making Helen Harris both embarrassed and angry. She turned away, ignoring this brazen student. “After class, William Clark, come to my office!”

Victorious in this round, William Clark flashed a smug, lecherous grin and sprawled across his desk to catch up on sleep. Dealing with a beauty he hadn’t conquered yet was truly exhausting! He pulled his homework notebook from his messy bag and tossed it to the beautiful deskmate beside him, lazily saying, “You know what to do, my dear class monitor!”

Mary Woods took the crumpled homework notebook, and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted an indecent magazine peeking out of William Clark’s bag. Fuming, she turned away, pouting. Every day she had to help him with his homework, act as his alarm clock for naps, and sometimes even give him back massages—this was just too much!

After class, Mary Woods reluctantly shook William Clark awake. He stretched, turned to look at the class beauty beside him, and suddenly noticed that her slightly aggrieved expression was actually quite charming. Grinning, William Clark suddenly grabbed Mary Woods’s hand under the desk and whispered, “If you dare to scream, I’ll rape you!”

Mary Woods, completely at a loss, didn’t even react—she just stared blankly at William Clark, utterly confused. It was as if he was noticing the class beauty’s stunning looks for the first time. William Clark studied Mary Woods carefully. Although she couldn’t quite compare to Xuehen, she was definitely a beauty, and her figure seemed a bit fuller than Xuehen’s—probably felt pretty nice to the touch.

On her wrist was today’s most coveted luxury watch among the city’s wealthy ladies—the PIAGET by Piaget. All the cases and bracelets were made of 18K gold or platinum, and the dials were exquisitely decorated with precious stones like lapis lazuli, coral, mother-of-pearl, tiger’s eye, and agate—dazzling and breathtaking. Some even said, “When you check the time on a Piaget, you’re admiring a supreme treasure.” Just that watch alone was worth about ten years’ salary for an average person, not to mention the Chanel Tweed suit she wore. This little girl was definitely no ordinary rich kid.

Looking around at classmates decked out in designer brands, with a Montblanc fountain pen in hand, a handmade VERTU phone by Nokia on the desk, and a Louis Vuitton in the drawer—it was practically a world-class luxury brand exhibition!