FIRST CLASS SEDUCTION

LOVE SCAMMER

Though Pon hadn't changed classes, half of his day was dedicated to attending art training, so his desk was always empty.

Sailub turned his head, and instead of seeing Pon's delicate and fair profile, he saw the green and dense wutong leaves outside the window, blocking out the sunlight.

Nearly two months had passed and Sailub still couldn't adapt to this kind of life.

Sometimes during classes, he would suddenly say to his side, "Pon, pass me the pen."
Or he would subconsciously reach out his hand, thinking that Pon was still beside him, and just by reaching out, he could hold Pon's slightly smaller hand in his own palm.

But it all came to nothing.

In the palm of his hand, he only grasped a handful of air.

Sailub withdrew his hand and glanced at Pon's empty desk a few times.

It was only at moments like this that he truly realized how important Pon working so hard so that their universities could be closer to each other was to him.

It hadn't been long since they separated, and they were still at the same school, yet Sailub could already deeply feel the hardships of a long-distance relationship.

He couldn't help but wonder how those actual long-distance couples managed to survive.

Taking advantage of being in the last row, where the teacher couldn't see, Sailub took out a box of chocolates from his desk.

Unlike the exquisitely crafted chocolates sold outside, these chocolates were somewhat odd in shape, the person making them seemed to be quite clumsy- the heart-shaped ones were crooked, and the maple leaf ones were wrinkled.

Sailub peeled one off and put it into his mouth, wincing at its overwhelming sweetness.

These chocolates were handmade by Pon himself.

A few days ago, Sailub had hinted indirectly that he had expected to receive chocolates on Valentine's Day.

Although the portrait Pon drew wasn't bad, chocolate would have been nice too.

Pon had sneered at that, teasing him about whether he had read too many school life shoujo mangas, which was why his teenage heart was running wild.

But the next morning, Pon tossed a box of chocolates at him, pretending to be cool and nonchalant, saying, "The cake shop had a promotion last night, handmade chocolates were on sale, so I made a box for you."

After Pon finished speaking, he pursed his lips and his gaze drifted to the streetlamp outside the window, avoiding Sailub's eyes.

At the same time, his ears turned a faint pink, and his eyelashes even fluttered.

Sailub held the chocolates, maintaining a composed expression, but inside, he was thinking that if they weren't in the classroom right now, he would definitely push Pon against the wall and kiss him.

He would caress his waistline, nibble, and kiss his lips until they cracked, and Pon would have no choice but to beg for mercy with tears in his eyes.

Pon's embarrassed yet pretending-to-be-cool appearance was simply a foul.

Now that Pon wasn't by his side, Sailub could only alleviate his lovesickness by eating a piece of chocolate made by his wife.

However, as he silently held that overly sweet thing, which was said to be dark chocolate, he felt that Pon's culinary skills had truly come to light.

He managed to mess up even the simplest thing like this.

After eating one piece, he felt wide awake.

It was even more stimulating than coffee.