System S.E.X. (Seduction, Expansion, eXecution)

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Rossi’s Submission and Academic Immunity

Dr. Thorne conceded Ethan’s superior understanding of the discrete mathematics problem, then quickly moved on, continuing the lecture on combinatorial optimization.

Ethan, however, was already bored. He pulled out his phone beneath the desk, utilizing the high-speed firewall, and began texting Lena Rossi.

He sent her curt instructions, tasking her with coordinating the immediate start of operations with Jason and Cassandra, who should be visiting her office that day to discuss business structure.

Lena Rossi immediately complained via text. She had planned to start in a week, and now he was already pressuring her. ”This is causing me so much stress. How will you compensate me?” she wrote.

Ethan smiled wickedly. ”Act well and help me get what I need. I will give you an entire night of pleasure until you pass out”.

In her office—a new office, in fact, as she had resigned the day before and had everything set up to work for her new, handsome boss—Lena bit her lips, stifling a scream of excitement. She hadn’t expected Ethan to hand her work so directly, saving her the trouble of having to look for it herself. While texting him, she was subtly masturbating, already yearning to have him again.

She sent Ethan a text: ”Want to see what I’m doing?”

Ethan responded with a mischievous grin: ”Yes, I’d love that.”

She immediately sent him several explicit photos of her pussy, followed by a small video of her moaning while touching herself. Ethan felt his cock strain, threatening to rip his trousers. He laughed internally, realizing he had nowhere to relieve himself here, and the other two women were currently passed out. All he could do was endure.

He let out a short, involuntary laugh that was too loud for the silent lecture hall.

Dr. Thorne’s head snapped up, his severe eyes locking onto Ethan. The professor was about to explode at the rudeness, but then he recognized Ethan. The internal conflict was obvious: someone who could solve a complex problem on the spot was someone who should probably pass the course directly, so it wasn’t worth bothering with him. Dr. Thorne simply glared and turned back to the board.

Hailey tensed up next to Ethan, giving him a small, nervous elbow nudge. ”The professor is looking at you,” she whispered.

Ethan lowered his phone, glanced at the whiteboard, and saw a relatively minor problem Dr. Thorne had just begun writing.

”The answer is 17 ( i) times e minus 17, and it has 12 variations with constants X, Y, R1, and R2,” Ethan casually whispered, his focus already returning to his phone.

Hailey was stunned. She was extremely smart and was close to finishing the problem, but hearing what he said made her realize where she was stuck. She instantly understood the complete solution. Quickly, she scribbled down the entire answer, lifted her hand, and held her breath.

”Yes, Miss Morgan?” the lecturer asked, nodding her way.

Hailey walked to the board, wrote out the detailed solution, and stepped back. Dr. Thorne looked at the work.

”Excellent. You have done very well, Miss Morgan,” Dr. Thorne stated, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Ethan watched Hailey return to her seat, her short skirt swaying, already imagining those cute bunny prints on her panties.

The class finally ended. Students got up and began filing out. Three hours had passed, and Ethan felt like his head was about to explode from sheer boredom. He hadn’t brought a laptop to play games, only his phone, and without headphones, he couldn’t distract himself too much.

[Why the hell did you force me to enroll?] Ethan demanded mentally.

[This was your dream, Champion,] the System replied, its voice perfectly calm.

[Yes, to get a job and escape poverty! Now I’m a multi-millionaire. What the hell do I need to be here for?] Ethan retorted.

The System laughed softly. [Sometimes, the things you wish for aren’t as good as you dream. However, you should enjoy what you have while you can.]

[What do you mean by that?] Ethan asked, a sudden chill running down his spine, but the System offered no reply.

The professor, Dr. Thorne, gathered his notes with a brisk movement and walked out of the auditorium without a farewell. The mass of students, having remained static under academic pressure, got up and started shuffling out noisily, eager for fresh air.

Ethan, bored with waiting, slipped his phone away. The professor hadn’t managed to interrupt his business. In her last response, Lena Rossi had confirmed she was in contact with Jason and Cassandra and would start work immediately, with the promise of the night of pleasure as motivation.

Good. The money is in motion.

Ethan put his phone away. His plan to leave discreetly was ruined when Hailey Morgan approached, her eyes sparkling with admiration behind her glasses.

”Ethan, that was incredible. How did you know that problem so fast?” Hailey asked, adjusting her backpack straps. Her skirt moved slightly, and Ethan had to avert his gaze from the subtle glimpse of her bunny panties.

”I studied a lot before getting here, Hailey. I was just bored,” Ethan said with casual charm, giving her a smile that instantly melted the girl’s shyness. ”You did very well too. That answer to Dr. Thorne was perfect.”

”Thanks to you! You gave me the key,” Hailey murmured, blushing.

Before Ethan could invite her to lunch or ask for her number, a shadow loomed over them. It was the leader of the thugs from the beginning, the one who had whispered the death threat, now flanked by his three friends.

”Hey, asshole,” the leader growled, shoving Ethan by the shoulder. ”I told you to get out of my seat. And I told you to stay away from my girl. Don’t you listen?”

The crowd of students paused, waiting for the show. Hailey flinched, scared, and tried to hide behind Ethan.

”Your girl?” Ethan asked, his smile vanishing, his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone. He glanced down at the trembling Hailey. ”She doesn’t seem to enjoy your company. And as for the seat, it’s a public auditorium. You don’t have ’your’ seat.”