| ANDRE’S POV |
My blood turned to ice the instant I heard Mrs. Lisa say those words, and my hand froze mid-motion. Panic clawed at me as I fumbled, struggling to shove my c**k back into my jeans. Heat surged up my neck, my face burning with a shame so fierce I thought I might pass out. Words spilled out in a broken rush.
“Mrs. Lisa, I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… I was just leaving, I swear, I…”
Mrs. Lisa finally turned to face me. She made no move to cover herself, no hurried reach for a towel, no flicker of embarrassment. Instead, she stood there with deliberate stillness, as if baring herself was the most natural thing in the world.
Her gaze carried a knowing weight, a touch of boredom, as though she had seen this reaction a hundred times before and expected nothing less.
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