Chapter 1

College admissions season was just around the corner. A few of my senior students were still completely slacking off. I was more anxious than anyone, so I decided to use the weekend break to drop off some study guides at their houses.

"What is this?"

I was completely frozen.

On my student Chloe’s bed sat a life-sized doll!

In terms of height, body shape, and face, it looked exactly like me!

More importantly, the doll had... anatomical details. It was clearly made for *that* kind of activity...

"Mr. Miller..."

Chloe’s face flushed so red it looked like it would burst.

"Actually, I... I’ve liked you since freshman year!"

"Mr. Miller, I just turned eighteen last month. I'm an adult now! You..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

I quickly cut her off. In my five years of teaching, I had never encountered something this insane!

Chloe had opened the door wearing a maid cosplay outfit. I heard from other students that she was a minor influencer in the local cosplay community.

As a male teacher, I had to protect myself and keep my distance. I originally planned to just say a few words at the door and leave. But her parents insisted on dragging me inside, asking me to help her highlight key topics for the final AP exam.

"I have a fiancée, and we’re planning to get married this summer."

"I need you to focus on your studies and get into a good college!"

She looked incredibly excited. She pulled the ribbon at her waist, and the maid outfit slid down like wrapping paper off a gift box.

"Chloe! What are you doing?!"

I was terrified.

She lunged at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me.

No way in hell.

I came here to tutor her, not to have an existential crisis!

Her parents were right outside. If they saw this, my career, my reputation, and my relationship would all be destroyed.

So, I gritted my teeth and pushed her onto the bed.

"Leo~"

Chloe thought I was giving in. She lay there obediently, her eyes full of anticipation.

I frantically grabbed the pieces of her outfit, trying to put them back on her before her parents noticed.

Chloe’s eyes welled with tears. "Leo, don't you like me? Don't men like younger girls? Or am I not pretty enough?"

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Put your clothes on! What if your mom walks in and misunderstands?!"

I didn't know which of my words triggered her.

Chloe suddenly burst into loud, hysterical sobs.

"Mr. Miller, why don't you stay for dinner? I bought some prime rib..."

The door was pushed open by Chloe's mother, Beatrice. The smile on her face instantly froze.

"What on earth is going on here..."

I panicked. The clothes in my hand felt like a hot potato. I was caught red-handed, and no explanation would sound believable now.

"Mrs. Vance, let me explain. It’s not what it looks like..."

I stuttered, completely terrified.