With that, the teacher placed his cold palm on her hand. His slender fingers pressed tightly, controlling Nhu Ha's fingers to grip the pen. He slowly held her hand and moved the pen across the drawing paper. The strong, decisive strokes intertwined on the paper, instantly transforming her messy charcoal into a prominent shaded area, making the flat circular object on the paper clearly stand out as a ball.

Nhu Ha awkwardly nodded, indicating she understood. At this moment, the pincer-like hand also lifted from hers.

Nhu Ha frowned, looking at the mark on her hand. She uncomfortably rubbed her hand, surprised by how strong the artist's grip was. Although she knew the teacher meant well in guiding her, her body instinctively recoiled from a stranger holding her hand like that.

After correcting her work, the teacher moved on to other students, still as dedicated and attentive. Nhu Ha felt a little ashamed for doubting the teacher's professionalism. She returned to her drawing board, took another sheet of paper, and practiced shading and blocking according to the teacher's earlier instructions.

The scribbled lines on the paper quickly made Nhu Ha forget her discomfort. She also didn't notice the dark gaze of her best friend behind her, like a knife wanting to tear her skin.

Bach My was very fair, her skin was pale. There was a bright red mark on the tip of her nose, making her face under her round glasses look like an angel in ancient European oil paintings.

She walked out of the painting room, wrapped her arms around Nhu Ha's neck, and leaned on her friend. Her eyes under the clear glasses were like a curious kitten seeing a colorful toy.

"Wow, it's only been two days and you've already reached this level of shading. You really have a talent."

Indeed, Nhu Ha was a novice with no basic knowledge of painting, but with just one instruction, she could maximize her ability to perceive and comprehend shapes.

The circle on the paper had truly become a perfect sphere, exactly like the sample displayed on the podium, even more prominent than the shading the teacher had just corrected for her.

Nhu Ha was very happy to be praised, but outwardly she remained indifferent. She used her hand to push her friend's small head away.

"Move away, it's so hot, why are you hugging me? I just drew according to the teacher's instructions earlier."

Bach My also released her friend's neck, a smile still on her lips, but that smile made Nhu Ha feel a little uncomfortable.

Bach My shrugged, feigning envy towards her friend. She laughed and complained:

"Tsk, at this rate, you'll catch up to us in less than a month. You won't even need to take a year off to study, just register for the exam and you'll pass."

The older sister who was sketching a bust heard this and didn't stop drawing, but exclaimed:

"Ai! This girl talks as if getting into the University of Fine Arts is easy? If so, your sister wouldn't have to sit here for another year!"

Bach My didn't argue, just chuckled:

"So I didn't say I was sure to pass, did I?"

Bach My pointed the tip of her pencil at a light convergence point in Nhu Ha's drawing. The lightly shaded light was very pale but highlighted the dark area below. The perception of light in a painting is very important; it makes your painting come alive and stand out on a paper that is otherwise just a flat surface.

"You shaded this light very well. It took me a week to learn about light direction, and two months to practice shading. But you've already shaded light like this in just two days. Who would believe you have no basic knowledge?"

Nhu Ha tilted her head and thought, perhaps Bach My was right, she really did have the potential to pursue this path. She wasn't arrogant but also not self-deprecating. She knew she started slower than everyone else here, but if her ability was recognized by others, she should try even harder to develop it.

Nhu Ha looked at Bach My's paint-stained nose and raised her finger to wipe away the striking red mark.Như Hạ's slender fingers gracefully moved from the bridge of her nose down to her philtrum, bypassing her lips to reach a faint, indistinct pink mark below Bạch Mỹ's neck.

Nhu Ha frowned, feeling a bit strange. It was so hot today, yet Bach My was wearing a high-collared shirt, buttoned all the way up.

Bach My saw Nhu Ha's gaze fixed on her neck, her dark pupils seemingly converging to a single point, unmoving, while her eyelashes trembled slightly, following Nhu Ha's finger.

"It's so hot, why are you still buttoning up your shirt?"

When the finger moved away, there was still a faint pink smudge on the tip of the bespectacled girl's nose. Bach My didn't answer Nhu Ha's question, only chuckled and rubbed the bridge of her nose:

"Tsk, why bother wiping it off? It's common for paint to get smudged."

Nhu Ha frowned, knowing that Bach My was avoiding her question but didn't press the issue further. She wasn't one to pry. Nhu Ha took a tissue to wipe the paint off her finger, then looked at Bach My and said:

"Hmm, I know. Later, give me the address of where you buy the paint you're using."

The class proceeded smoothly until everyone left, and Nhu Ha also began to pack up.

When Nhu Ha wheeled her bike out of the gate, with her drawing tube slung over her shoulder, the drawing itself was quite bulky so she left it in the classroom. Bach My hadn't packed up her things to go home yet.

"Class is over, aren't you going home?"

Bach My stood inside the iron gate, her eyes narrowed in a smile. She waved her hand as if to urge her friend to go home quickly, as it was getting late.

"I plan to finish today's assignment before I go home. You go on, or your uncle will worry."

Nhu Ha thought about how engrossed she had been in her drawing today and hadn't noticed the time. Thanh Quan would worry if he didn't see her, so she nodded in agreement and then hopped on her bike, speeding off.

Until the spacious house was plunged into quiet darkness. The only sound in the classroom was the rustling of paintbrushes. Then, even that small sound ceased, the room lights went out, and only the house across the way remained lit.

Bach My opened the door. In the brightly colored room, the man's back was still hunched, as if he wanted to burrow into the painting he was sketching.

Her bare toes touched the cold wooden floor, deliberately making a sound. Her footsteps continued, one by one, past bottles of paint in various colors, and crumpled sketch pages, until she stood behind the man. But the man seemed too engrossed in his work to notice the intruder in the room. Not until the young woman's naked, smooth body pressed against his back. Her full, white breasts, like two ripe peaches, deliberately rubbed against the man's back, as if intentionally causing trouble, not wanting him to continue his painting.

A sweet, rose-scented breath wafted onto the artist's ear. Her fair hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers slowly touching his throat, caressing his Adam's apple. When the young woman's coquettish yet somewhat resentful voice, like a lover's whispered reproach, sounded in his ear, the man paused, the pencil mark on the drawing almost smudged into a long line.

On the old easel, there was a sketch of a slender young woman's body, completely naked. The young woman sat on a wooden chair, her fair hands grasping her own knees, spreading her legs into an M-shape. The young woman seemed to deliberately expose all her most alluring parts, creating an extremely provocative and bare pose. However, the private area, which was crudely exposed, was covered by blooming roses. It was like the mouth of a pure porcelain vase, holding thornless rose branches that still bloomed in the most graceful and vibrant way.

"Teacher... Am I not enough to satisfy you?"

The man's breathing became heavy, and the hand holding the brush trembled. His long fingers tightened around the brush handle, then seized the hand that was caressing his bobbing Adam's apple.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed, with only the moonlight from the small window outside shining in.

Bach My lay on her back, pressing against the man's chest, who was also her art teacher. She whispered:

"Teacher... teacher..."The young woman's eyes were now glazed over, completely controlled by lust. The slender fingers of Chi Thanh, the gentle teacher, who usually held a paintbrush, were now thrust into her mouth, stirring her small red tongue, causing the fluid in her oral cavity to uncontrollably flow out and soak his fingers.

"Ha~ a~. Harder! Harder, teacher~"

A gasp echoed, and the man maliciously squeezed the young woman's heaving breasts.

"Big, aren't they? Soft, aren't they? Is making love to you more pleasurable than me masturbating to those pictures?"

"A~... teacher... squeeze harder~ ha~"

His large hands kneaded and squeezed her full breasts, leaving red marks on her fair skin, which seemed much more developed than her peers.

The young woman seemed to find pleasure in the man's roughness, her moans becoming unrestrained. Even in their frenzied lovemaking, everything seemed to burst forth without concealment. Bach My shrieked:

"Clearly... clearly the person you're playing with is me... The painting you're drawing, that's my body!!! Why? Why is that face hers?!!!"

The man turned and placed the young woman beneath him. He observed her, like a beast scrutinizing its prey.

The young woman's face was flushed from lovemaking, but her red eyes were filled with tears. Like a fallen angel, resentful and unwilling.

The man looked deep into the young woman's eyes beneath him, then suddenly moved away from her breasts, his hands moving upwards. As if stimulated, he gripped Bach My's slender neck with both hands, where faint red marks still lingered, clearly the imprint of a rough lovemaking session. His hands tightened as if to break her neck, but below, he continued to thrust in and out fiercely.

The man's eyes widened, bloodshot, and he panted, uttering each word with anger:

"Why? You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Bach My's body heaved with each fierce thrust from the teacher. He was frenzied, as if unable to control the force of each thrust, which was so strong and deep that her small belly protruded. Below, the narrow, wet crevice of the young woman was continuously being penetrated by the man's monster, causing her hips and buttocks to bounce incessantly, while he tormented her from above.

"Teacher... only I... only I can satisfy you~ A~"

Her lustful moans echoed, as if deliberately provoking the monster that was continuously erupting within the man.

The man seemed to shed his gentle teaching persona and revert to his primal, utterly brutal nature. He thrust hard into Bach My, each fierce hip thrust pounding against her beautiful, wet labia. So forcefully that the girl's throat let out a sharp shriek, and the fluid below splattered, wetting the painting in front, blurring the sketched portrait.

However, even though the painting was soaked, the outlines of the model were still faintly visible. The face in that lewd painting clearly belonged to the new student—Nhu Ha.