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Chapter 2

So I kept my feelings to myself and put all my energy into my studies.

That summer after exams, Mr. Watson came home super excited, holding my college acceptance letter. I'd gotten into a top university!

I couldn't hold back anymore. I decided that night I would let Mr. Watson know how I felt.

Around midnight, I watched him return to his room after his shower, still drying his hair.

I changed into the white shirt and fitted skirt I'd bought online.

I went to his room with an excuse about needing photos for a part-time modeling job to pay for college.

"Mr. Watson, could you help me take some photos?"

As expected, he seemed surprised by my appearance. He quickly looked away, his voice uneasy.

"Aurora, don't you think that outfit is a bit... inappropriate?"

"It's for a modeling job, Mr. Watson... And I only trust you to help me with this. I'd be scared to go to a photo studio..."

Mr. Watson nodded hesitantly and took my phone.

Seeing this, I was delighted and climbed onto the bed I had been dreaming of as planned.

Because Mr. Watson's room was small, he could only take photos from a sufficient angle when I was lying on the bed.

And because the pixel of his phone was too bad, he had to get very close to me to take a clear photo, so that when I lay down, he almost knelt on me and pointed his phone at my bouncing breasts.

It was not until then that Mr. Watson realized something was wrong. He hesitated: "Aurora, why don't we take photos outside the living room?"

But I shook my head, pulled Mr. Watson's pants, and looked up at him with pitiful eyes.

"Mr. Watson, my parents can't find out that I'm doing a part-time job, otherwise they will definitely ask me to give them the money I earned from modeling."

After hearing what I said, Mr. Watson had no choice but to kneel on me again, holding his phone towards me and preparing to start filming.

But he never expected that I would take off my white shirt and hip skirt the next moment, leaving only my underwear and black stockings wrapped around my legs.

"Mr. Watson, I'm applying for an underwear model, so I think it would be better to take underwear photos."

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