Today, Hannah Han wore a loose white T-shirt and dark blue jeans. When she bent over to set out slippers for Ian Song, the curve of her chest was fully exposed to his eyes—a purple bra, and that soft, fair skin. At seventeen, Ian was at an age full of wild fantasies about the female body, so his breath quickened and his eyes glazed over.
Women are usually sensitive to aggressive looks. Hannah glanced up and saw Ian staring at her chest, instantly realizing she’d exposed herself. She straightened up and glared at him, annoyed: “Little rascal, where are you looking?”
Caught in the act, Ian’s cheeks flushed. “Sorry, Miss Han, I... I didn’t mean to.”
Seeing how flustered he was, Hannah’s irritation disappeared. She giggled, “Alright, hurry and change your shoes, and bring the groceries to the kitchen.”
“Okay!” Ian nodded quickly, but the image of Hannah’s creamy white skin lingered in his mind.
After putting away the groceries, Ian stepped out of the kitchen but didn’t see Hannah. He took the chance to look around her apartment—a one-bedroom single flat with a living room, kitchen, and bathroom.
The living room was simple: an old color TV, a basic sofa, and a dining table. Suddenly, he heard a rustling from the bedroom and noticed the door was left slightly ajar.
Ian’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse through the crack—a snowy white back.
So Miss Han went to the bedroom to change. Ian knew it was wrong to peek and tried to look away, but Hannah’s pale back had a strange allure. At that moment, she was only in a purple bra and matching panties.
Both her bra and panties were purple. Looks like Teacher Hannah really likes the color purple, Ian thought mischievously.
After that mental evaluation, Ian felt a pang of regret—if only Teacher Hannah would take it all off, wouldn’t that be amazing.
As soon as that thought appeared, he was startled. How could I think something so shameless? That’s way too much.
Soon, Teacher Hannah came out in her loungewear.
Seeing Hannah about to come out, Ian felt guilty, so he sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
When Hannah opened the door, she realized the bedroom door hadn’t been fully closed and panicked—did Ian see me changing?
But when she saw Ian sitting on the sofa watching TV, she finally relaxed.
"Need me to help wash the veggies, Teacher Hannah?" Ian tried to sound calm as he turned to her.
"No need, just watch TV." Hannah smiled and headed for the kitchen.
Seeing that, Ian secretly patted his chest in relief. Good thing Hannah didn’t suspect anything.
Soon, the sounds of cooking drifted from the kitchen. The kitchen door faced the living room, so just by turning his head, Ian could see Hannah’s graceful figure busy inside.
In less than forty minutes, three dishes and a soup were set on the table. The aroma made Ian’s stomach rumble with hunger.
"Go wash your hands and get ready to eat," Hannah called out.
"On it!" Ian replied enthusiastically.
Ian dashed to the bathroom. Watching him go, Hannah suddenly remembered—she’d left her underwear from yesterday drying in there.
The bathroom was small but clean. Suddenly, Ian spotted a pair of purple panties and a matching bra hanging by the window.
Purple again? Does Teacher Hannah only wear purple underwear? Ian thought mischievously.
"Ian, are you done? Hurry up if you’re finished!" Hannah’s voice called from outside, sounding a bit urgent.
"Almost!" Ian quickly tore his eyes away, turned on the faucet, washed up in a rush, and walked out pretending nothing had happened.
"Wow, this smells amazing. I can’t wait!" Ian grabbed his chopsticks, picked up a rib and stuffed it in his mouth. His eyes squinted in bliss—he had to admit, Hannah’s cooking was top-notch, even better than the dishes at Fortune Delight Restaurant.
He spat out the bone and reached for a piece of beef.
So fragrant, and so tender!
"How is it?" Hannah asked.
"It’s incredible!" Ian found he couldn’t stop eating once he started. He couldn’t help but envy whoever married Hannah in the future—she’s beautiful, has a great personality, and cooks like a dream. Whoever gets her is blessed beyond measure.
Pleased by Ian’s praise, Hannah smiled and added another rib to his bowl. "If you like it, eat more."
"Thanks," Ian mumbled, noticing Hannah hadn’t touched her chopsticks. "Teacher Hannah, you should eat too! If you just watch me eat, I’ll feel embarrassed."
After dinner, Ian volunteered to wash the dishes, and Hannah didn’t object.
Once he finished, Ian walked out of the kitchen and realized Hannah had disappeared again. The sound of running water from the bathroom told him she was showering.
A beauty in the bath.
The phrase popped into Ian’s head, and his eyes unconsciously locked onto the bathroom’s frosted glass door.
He couldn’t see clearly inside, but the blurry outline of a body was visible. Even with just that vague silhouette, Ian’s heart started pounding uncontrollably.
Maybe I should use Clairvoyant Vision and take a peek?
A wicked idea crept into Ian’s mind.
But he immediately shot it down—Hannah’s my teacher! Peeking is bad enough, but spying on my own teacher? That’s just wrong.
Maybe just one look. Just a quick glance.
No way, peeking at your teacher is lower than a beast!
Suddenly, Ian’s vision blurred—then, in the next instant, he could see straight through the bathroom’s frosted glass door.
Holy crap!
Ian’s eyes went wide as saucers. He was staring at a sight he’d never forget: Hannah Han, completely naked, bent over and scrubbing her long legs.
His heart raced, breathing quickened, and he felt his blood practically boiling.
How insanely sexy is this?!
Suddenly, he realized something—he hadn’t activated Clairvoyant Vision, so how was he seeing through the glass?
Meow-Meow’s teasing voice echoed in his mind: "You seemed so conflicted, so I helped you turn on Clairvoyant Vision!"
Ian burst out angrily, "Meow-Meow, how could you do that without asking me first?"
"Getting the benefit and still complaining!" Meow-Meow scoffed.
"...You...!" Ian fumed, "From now on, don’t ever do things for me without my permission."
"Humans really are a contradictory species," Meow-Meow sighed philosophically, then went silent.
Seeing Meow-Meow go quiet, Ian could only give up. Reluctantly, he tore his gaze away and fixed his eyes on the TV, but the sound of running water from the bathroom had a mysterious power, tempting him to look again.
Damn it, I’ve already seen everything—what’s the harm in another look? With that excuse, Ian turned his head back toward the bathroom door.