Gray quickly glanced at the several students who were in a bewildered state, and as his eyes landed on Lance's purple and bare body, wearing only a pair of underwear, his expression flickered for a moment before he casually looked away, as if nothing had happened.

Lance suddenly felt a chilling sensation as if he was being watched.

He glanced at the indifferent face of the instructor and asked, "What are you doing here?" His tone was not polite at all, completely lacking the usual elegance and courtesy in dealing with people and things, to the extent that he didn't even bother with proper address.

Lance glanced at the alloy fragments on the ground and the large hole in the door. He deeply felt that Gray was indeed having a conflict with him. Otherwise, why would Gray come to the school dormitory and kick his door when he had nothing better to do?

He was indeed targeting him after all. Lance concluded, and his gaze towards Gray turned even more ominous.

Gray shook off the debris from his feet, feeling a rare sense of unease. He then glanced at Lance's body absentmindedly, and found a pretext: "I...just happened to pass by. I heard some noise and thought something happened."

Lance sneered inwardly. Sure enough, even the excuse had been guessed by himself. It was such an unconvincing excuse. Did Gray, this old man, think he was a fool!

Lance casually put on the robe handed over silently by Eden. His movements were elegant, and his slender fingers gracefully emerged from the black cuffs. This accentuated his porcelain-white hands even more. He then lifted the golden hair inside the robe, tidying the overlapping front of the garment with precision. He fastened a belt of the same color around his waist. The series of actions and gestures emanated a peculiar, inexplicable air of huskiness, causing the clearly observed Gray, who was facing him, to feel a slight constriction in his throat.

Damn it.

Gray instructor," Lance raised one eyebrow, a hint of irony flowing from his sea-blue eyes, without any concealment or intention to conceal. His tone was lightly playful and it carried a touch of provocation, "You really care about your students... You made the effort to come all the way here."

Gray stared at Lance's face, not paying attention to the meaning behind his words but instead responding, "Hmm, concern." He then casually threw out the potion he had been fiddling with for a long time.

Lance didn't move, but it was Eden who noticed that the potion was about to hit the ground and caught it. He seemed slightly surprised and said, "This is a mi..."

"Leave." Gray interrupted Eden's words and added as he walked to the door, "Don't run around naked if you have nothing to do, it's not a good influence."

Who was streaking?! I'm wearing pants!! Lance is angry: "Remember to pay for the repair cost, Instructor!"

"...I know." Gray paused, surprised that the beautiful little kitten could hold a grudge.

Lance watched as Gray left, and then muttered under his breath.

Iden fiddled with the potion in his hand, a bit absent-minded. Just now...he couldn't even get a word in.

Not only because of the suppression of Gray's aura, but also because of Lance... The atmosphere between these two people, although confrontational, but...

Eden glanced at Lance, who was leaning against the sofa and seemed to have regained his usual style. Was it just his imagination...

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When Gregory Good woke up, he squinted his eyes and felt the dampness in his pants for a while. Suddenly, he had the urge to light a cigarette.

He hadn't experienced nocturnal emissions in a long time, and he would find some time to take care of that need. Unexpectedly, today he ended up having a wet dream, just like a little kid.

Gray recalled the contents of his dream: splendid robes swathed in pure black, skin as fair as milk, and a mottled bare body tinted with shades of green and purple.

Moaning and gasping that make one's blood boil, and... a pair of beautiful eyes, as blue as the sea, sparkling with the desire to shed tears.

Perhaps he should accept Nielsen's invitation to the banquet and hunt for beauty.