Chapter 1

What's it like to accidentally hire your own boyfriend as a nude model? I just want to run away.

Can someone tell me why the professor who's supposed to be on a business trip thousands of miles away suddenly showed up at the fashion show?! And why did he have to pretend to be someone else?!

Even more terrifying, I brazenly agreed to let him be my boyfriend.

At the masquerade fashion show, I immediately spotted a model who looked somewhat similar to Professor Ryan.

What should I do? My hands are itching to ask him to be my nude model.

I touched my own belly, which still lacked visible abs despite months of training with Professor Ryan, and gritted my teeth in frustration. It's really infuriating how some people are just naturally gifted!

Seeing him about to leave, I hurriedly stopped him and boldly examined the muscles bulging under his sheer outfit.

I had to admit, he really could give my Professor Ryan a run for his money.

"Would you like to be my nude model? Name your price," I propositioned.

"How about being your boyfriend instead?" the man replied with an enigmatic look.

"I'm a guy!" I stood on my tiptoes and glared at him angrily.

Although I may look somewhat feminine, my masculinity is so obvious - is he blind or something?!

The man chuckled softly. "I know."

I was shocked speechless. What kind of luck is this, randomly picking up a guy who's into men?!

I stared at his enviable abs. If it weren't for Professor Ryan, I would have agreed on the spot.

After hesitating for a moment, I texted the professor who was away on his trip:

"Professor, I feel so empty and lonely without you by my side."

"Is it as cold as the Arctic where I'm doing research?"

"No wonder I'm so cold - it turns out you took my heart with you to the Arctic!"

After confirming Professor Ryan hadn't returned, I turned off my phone and nodded enthusiastically at the man, unconsciously licking my lips.

After all, my professor is too conservative to let me enjoy his abs. Can't I at least appreciate someone else's from an artistic perspective?

Besides, although this guy seems a bit soft, he's still clearly a top. I'm determined to tease him until he willingly becomes my free labor.

The man snorted and suddenly leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear.

"Are you sure about this?"

A tingling sensation instantly spread through my body.

Damn, should I push him away now?

After all, before meeting Professor Ryan, I was quite the player myself. It's enough that I've only ever submitted to the professor in this lifetime.

I hooked my finger around his hand, taking control of the situation. "You're in luck - I don't have a boyfriend at the moment."

I figured I could just break up before the professor returned. No one would ever know.

The man in front of me chuckled softly, then suddenly removed his mask. A familiar face appeared before me, and I pushed him away in shock.

Professor Ryan took off his glasses, as if removing a seal. His aura instantly transformed from scholarly to dangerous. He grabbed my waist and stared at me with eyes as dark as obsidian, as if he wanted to devour me whole.

I unconsciously took a few steps back and gulped. This is bad - my ass is going to be sore.

But giving in just like that would be a waste of all my player skills, wouldn't it?