We are not just teacher and student but also good friends, right?

You and me are friends, this is a little secret between you and the teacher.

In the quiet office, the door locked, only Alice and Sam were present.

Sam continued his usual tactic of feigned compliance.

His expression appeared very bewildered, then he nodded submissively.

"I understand, I and Alice are good friends." 

Alice smiled seductively at the handsome young man before her. Her voice lowered, becoming more tantalizing, as if piercing directly into Sam's mind.

"So, are you and Angel in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?" she asked.

Sam immediately shook his head. "No."

Alice's smile widened slightly, seemingly pleased with the response.

"Is that so... Then, are you in a flirtatious relationship, or are you unilaterally pursuing Angel?"

"There is no flirtatious relationship, and I am not pursuing Angel," Sam replied 'honestly.' 

His response wasn't exactly deceitful, as they weren't in a romantic relationship. Their interaction was more of a utilitarian nature. 

Angel used Sam for her thrill and challenge, while Sam sought to conquer her and achieve a 'GOOD' ending.

But Alice was cautious; she wasn't entirely sure Sam was fully hypnotized.

"Really? But Angel isn't the type to make friends easily. She's quite strict with friends, so how come she's having lunch with you? And she even approached you first... What's really going on between you two?" Alice pressed.

Alice knows everything, huh? She doesn't have a stalking habit, does she?

Regardless, in this 'abnormal game' world, Sam had no choice but to accept things as they were.

Continuing to act as if deeply hypnotized, Sam spoke with a touch of shyness, "It's because Angel likes sculpture, and she asked me to be her model. I agreed."

The explanation was reasonable, but Alice still frowned.

"Why did you agree to that? Didn't I tell you to focus on your studies?"

Sam, looking like a child caught in a misdeed, lowered his head and whispered, "I have been studying hard, Teacher Alice."

"But being Angel's model will take up your study time. Being around a girl like Angel will also affect your academic performance, won't it?"

Sam looked up at Alice, then turned his head away, seeming troubled.

"I... couldn't help it."

"Why couldn't you?"

"Tell me, I'll help you solve it."

"You have to trust me. We are not just teacher and student but also good friends, right?"

Alice, as if catching on to something more profound, relentlessly continued her questioning.

Sam stuttered, seemingly struggling.

Alice realized this was a display of the young man's unusual willpower resisting her abilities. It seemed she needed to intensify her hypnotic efforts.

Thus, Alice reached out and cupped Sam's face, forcing him to look only into her eyes.

The close contact, the captivating gaze.

Sam almost thought he was about to succumb to the hypnosis and lose consciousness, but a sudden sound of a bell in his mind snapped him back to reality.

Although Sam had regained consciousness, he pretended to be completely hypnotized. 

He could smell the faint scent of perfume on Alice, and her flawless, beautiful face was right before his eyes, like a perfect work of art. Her red lips were as tempting as ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.

"Why do you hide this from the teacher? Don't you want to be a good kid anymore?" she whispered. Yet, she kept moving closer, her knees already touching Sam's legs. 

The atmosphere gradually became strange, filled with ambiguous and romantic tension.

Sam seemed to struggle briefly before speaking. "It's because I can't refuse my interactions with Angel... I often fantasize about what it would be like to make love to Angel. I really want to listen to the teacher, but it's like there's this sexual impulse that makes it impossible for me to refuse."

Sam, after much contemplation, gave this response. 

Alice was momentarily taken aback by his answer, but she quickly understood. Such a response, she realized, was actually quite normal.

Because Sam is in puberty, is the most hormonal and fantasy time, often will begin to awaken sexual consciousness, will begin to use the body of the beautiful girls around the fantasy, the development of genitals also began to gradually mature.

Alice suddenly realized all this, and far from finding Sam lecherous or vulgar, she found amused, her lips curling into a smile.

She couldn't pinpoint the origin of her own impulse, merely gazing into Sam's eyes, hypnotizing him while feeling an inexplicable heat fermenting in her body, racing through her veins.

She felt a desire to control Sam even more.

Perhaps this wasn't befitting of a teacher's role, but... isn't life about pursuing what's interesting, seeking out what excites us?

She felt no guilt. In fact, she was even more exhilarated.

"So, Angel seduced Sam, right? With her body? Was it her legs, or something else? Or promises to satisfy some of your... physical needs?" she asked.

Her query blatantly suggestive.

Yet Alice was certain that under such circumstances, Sam wasn't fully conscious, especially since she had already locked the door.

No need to worry.

Sam seemed somewhat panicked, glancing at Alice before hurriedly lowering his head, saying, "No... nothing like that happened."

But his obvious unease was apparent to anyone, especially to someone as worldly as Alice.

Alice lowered her hands, gently caressing Sam's chest, her gaze deep and mesmerizing.

"It's okay, be honest with me. Did she use some special method to get close to you?"

Sam, seemingly completely under her spell, whether from this special ability or her sudden intimacy, appeared utterly lost in it.

"She kissed me," he confessed.

This revelation made Alice pause.

Angel was indeed extraordinary... But that seemed about right, didn't it? As the school's most unique student, it seemed that only Sam could match her.

Handsome and charismatic, with willpower beyond the ordinary.

Alice leaned forward abruptly, her lips nearing Sam's ear.

So close.

As if just a bit closer, and their distance would become zero.

She whispered in a low voice, "So, you kissed... How far did it go? Just a simple kiss? Or did it escalate to something more excessive?"

"Tell me, Sam."