Chapter 21: Tutoring students

A Jealous Outburst

Lin Lu dimmed his phone, facing Su Keke’s lightly flushed face—makeup-free yet flawless.
Without glamour, her youthful innocence glowed, reminiscent of her high school purity.

“Why’s it always girls?”

“Leopards don’t change spots—you target girls.”
Su Keke huffed, applying a hydrating face mask.

“The client’s a girl—what choice do I have?”
He grabbed clean clothes from the wardrobe.

“Pick a guy instead.”

“In this cutthroat tutoring market?
Finding any job’s a win.”

Her eyes dripped with scorn.
“You’re obsessed with high school girls.
In college, still chasing them—pervert!”

“When did I claim that?”

“You chased me in high school!”
She snapped, voice sharp.
“Don’t pretend—you’re the creep who drools over school uniforms.
Developed but not fully adult, less sultry than college girls, still pure, and easy to trick!”

A Painful Memory

The more Su Keke dwelt on it, the worse it stung.
Back then, Lin Lu’s gaze was wolfish, calling her “Senior” with fiery passion.
Now, he seemed cold, uninterested.

Was it because she wasn’t a high schooler anymore?
Was he seeking new substitutes?

Lost in spiraling thoughts, she noticed him heading for the bathroom and halted him.
“Wait!”

“Why?”

“My… scent’s in there…”
Twirling her hair, she blushed.
“You’ll do something nasty while sniffing, dirtying the place.
I won’t dare use it, risking… p-pregnancy…”

“You need more than singing lessons—study biology.”

“You didn’t deny it—you want to do bad things!”

Lin Lu sighed, exhausted.
“Didn’t you insist if I’m ‘in heat,’ I come to you?
Now you’re backing out?
Not protecting Yi Dian Dian anymore?”

A Hasty Cover

Speechless, Su Keke watched him approach the bathroom.
Suddenly, she remembered her unwashed intimates and darted ahead, blocking the laundry basket.
Too late—he glimpsed her skirt topped with fresh black lace panties, still warm.

“You’ve seen my drawer’s stash already…”
He calmly set his clothes and towel on the rack.

“It’s different!
Guys like you crave fresh, warm originals!”

Hiding the items behind her, she scurried out.

Fearing she’d barge back, Lin Lu locked the door.
While on the toilet, he started a ranked game—rare downtime from survival hustles.
Unless working, he barely played weekly.

A Gaming Interlude

As the game loaded, his high school client appeared online, inviting a duo.
Though late, and despite “overtime” earning mere pennies, she was his tutoring prospect—150 yuan per session.
Keeping her happy was crucial; gaming was a bonus.

He opened voice chat, greeting warmly.
“Little sis, up so late?”

She never spoke, typing coldly.

[SnowfallNoTrace: Can’t sleep. Start.]

Hurrying to shower, he launched the game.

Unlike typical girls, she played jungle, demanding he play clingy support.
This earned him flak from random ADCs for neglecting them.
They’d check his profile, shocked a guy played “lovestruck” support.

A Fading Edge

Lin Lu’s skills had dulled—busy surviving, he lagged on meta and mechanics.
Yet, in low ranks, carrying her was manageable.
Besides, clients chose him for his voice and looks.

This girl wasn’t from a platform; she’d added him directly, skipping fees.

At six minutes, the enemy surrendered.

Checking the time, he apologized.
“Gotta shower, can’t play more…”

[Fine. Good job. Bonus reward.]

A pleasant surprise!

However, it felt like a rich lady tossing cash at a stud post-session…

“Thanks, boss!”

Opening her WeChat, he saw her usual 10-yuan gaming fee.
Small change—the bonus was the real prize.

An Unexpected Gift

“So, the extra reward is…”

[Wait.]

He rubbed his hands, eager.

A message pinged—a photo.
Slender legs in tight white stockings, glowing in the “absolute territory.”
Delicate toes curled shyly in transparent tips, exuding nervous charm.
Cute enough to bite.

His blood pressure surged, tempted to crawl through the internet!

Damn, why not cash?!

Who needs stockings?
He wanted chicken leg money!

[Like it?]

Lin Lu sulked but couldn’t snap at his patron.
“Love it… but next time, my phone’s low on storage.”

Ending voice, he quit the “trash game,” saving the photo to a private album.
Objectively, it was the best client photo he’d gotten—some sent horrors, legs thicker than tank barrels, toes reeking through screens.
He’d lie through gritted teeth: “Nice, send more.”

A Sudden Accusation

Bang bang bang!

Loud knocks jolted him.

“No water sounds—you’re doing nasty stuff!
You… didn’t spare my skirt, did you?
It’s my movie JK skirt—how’ll I wear it now?!”

Su Keke’s voice cracked with a sob, as if gravely wronged.