The university's math tutorial room was usually a dull and uninspiring place, but today it was buzzing with a palpable tension. The handsome but straight-acting professor, Mr. Chan, was setting up his personal tutorial with Ringo, the muscular and popular student. Mr. Chan shot a playful insult at Ringo, "I've seen smarter pencils."
Ringo, not one to back down, challenged Mr. Chan's teaching abilities, "I bet you can't even make me understand this equation."
Mr. Chan proposed a game: whoever couldn't answer the math question on the computer had to remove a piece of clothing. Ringo, confident in his abilities, agreed to the game.
As the tutorial progressed, Ringo struggled to answer the questions, while Mr. Chan easily solved them. Mr. Chan took off his jacket, flexing his muscles and making Ringo increasingly aware of his physical presence.
Ringo, determined to win, focused on the math problem, but his mind kept drifting to Mr. Chan's muscular body. Mr. Chan, noticing Ringo's distraction, made another playful insult, "Maybe you should focus more on the math and less on my biceps."
Ringo, embarrassed, tried to refocus, but Mr. Chan's teasing only made him more aware of his attraction. Mr. Chan started to touch Ringo, pretending to do a body check. He touched every part of Ringo's body, including his erect penis, but Ringo didn't seem to notice or care.
Mr. Chan, impressed by Ringo's strength, continued to tease him, "You're strong, but not strong enough to beat me in this game."
Ringo, frustrated, tried to answer the math question, but failed. Mr. Chan, victorious, told Ringo to remove his shirt, revealing his muscular chest.
The chapter ended with Ringo, now half-naked, struggling to focus on the math problem, while Mr. Chan, still fully clothed, enjoyed the view.
Ringo's breath hitched as Mr. Chan's gaze lingered on his exposed chest. "You're at a disadvantage now, Ringo," Mr. Chan said, his voice low and husky.
Ringo swallowed hard, his mind racing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards Mr. Chan, but he didn't know how to handle it.
"I-I can still win," Ringo stammered, trying to regain his composure.
Mr. Chan chuckled, "We'll see about that."
The rest of the tutorial was a blur of numbers and equations, but all Ringo could focus on was the heat radiating from Mr. Chan's body. He could feel the professor's gaze on him, appraising him, and it made his skin tingle with anticipation.
As the tutorial came to an end, Mr. Chan leaned back in his chair, a smug smile on his face. "I believe I won this round, Ringo."
Ringo nodded, still too stunned to speak. He quickly gathered his things and made his way out of the room, his mind spinning with thoughts of Mr. Chan.
He didn't know what would happen next, but he knew one thing for sure: he was in way over his head.
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