Chapter 87: Why Is It Impossible?

When Eric heard that Nathan Davis was one of Crystal’s teachers, his face turned red from anger. He grabbed his necklace and gripped the pendant so hard that the veins on the back of his hand bulged. “That’s... impossible,” Eric murmured.

“Why is it impossible?” Antony asked. “It’s true. Why anyone would want to be a substitute professor at a university when they don’t need to be, though, is beyond me. God knows what Nathan thought when he accepted the position.”

“Why need to know why anyone does anything?” Antony shrugged. “Anyway,” he said, “do you still want me to contact the headmaster?”

Eric scowled. “Don’t be dumb!” he shouted. “If my brothers know that I was sitting in on Nathan Davis’s classes, my reputation would never recover!” There was a moment of awkward silence between them, and then Eric said, “Bring me a selection of the latest men’s wear.”

Antony could not keep up with Eric’s trains of thought, but he knew better than to argue, and within the hour, he was able to fill the room with a large ensemble of trendy outfits. He summoned the nurses and bodyguards and asked them for their advice, offering a reward of $100,000 to the person with the best taste.

When the young nurses heard about the contest, they practically lost their minds from excitement, and those that were at home resting rushed into work at tout de suite. They were given an hour to do their best, and then Eric selected the top ten outfits.

Meanwhile, Antony looked into Crystal’s timetable. After hanging up the phone, he turned to Eric and said, “She has lessons tomorrow.”

Eric smiled and pulled up his phone so that he could send her a text message. “Hey, girl,” he typed. And he pressed SEND. He didn’t expect a reply, but it had felt good to send the message, and Eric began to giggle like a mad man.

The way that Eric was looking at his phone reminded Antony of a look he’d seen in the eyes of Jeffrey Dahmer one time when he’d been reading the newspaper and gooseflesh appeared in his arms. Dahmer was a serial rapist and murderer. Eric is such a pervert - Antony thought.

When Crystal woke up the next morning, she was still in Nathan’s arms, and he was still asleep. She stared at his face and couldn’t help but think that he was indeed the best-looking man she had ever seen. He was even better looking than many famous movie stars. His shoulders were broad. His chest was muscular, and his breathing was deep and even. She loved him as much as he might have wanted to take her by force, he had always been able to get himself under control. He was a gentleman that way.

Crystal touched his eyebrows, nose, and lips, and as her fingers caressed his chin, his eyes suddenly opened. Crystal quickly withdrew her hand, but Nathan smiled and seized her wrist. “What were you doing?” he asked.

Crystal sighed and said, “If you can kiss me, I should be able to touch you. Don’t you think so?”

“You can touch me,” Nathan replied. “But there are better places to touch. Don’t you think so?” Nathan led her hand down the length of his body, and when he pressed it against his flaccid organ, it came to life instantly.

Crystal squealed and drew back her hand. His hard member had doubled its length and girth in seconds, going from soft and malleable to strong and hard. The twenty-centimeter beast was hot as a hot pan and as hard as an iron pillar. “I didn’t know it did that!” she said, with a mix of fear and awe.

“That’s nothing,” Nathan laughed. He kissed her passionately, and then he pulled away. “Time for breakfast,” he said.

After breakfast, Nathan drove Crystal to school, and on the way, she received a text from Serenity. It said, “Hey, Girl. I’m going to be late. I just woke up. A group of people played drinking games until 3 a.m., and my boss made me stay late to accommodate them. Then I ended up sleeping through my alarm clock. Save me a seat in the class, okay?”

Crystal: “I will, but I don’t think you should be working at the club. Your grades are starting to slip. Why don’t you let me help you with your Dad’s medical expenses?” Crystal had wanted to offer Serenity money for a long time, but she didn’t want to damage her friend’s pride.

Serenity: “Thank you, but no. If you helped me now, you’d end up helping me forever, and that wouldn’t be right.”

Crystal smiled at the message and wrote, “Why not let me help you forever? I have more money than I could spend in a dozen lifetimes!”

Serenity: “Are you cursing me for not being able to get married?”

Crystal was shocked by her friend’s unexpected and seemingly random reply, and she didn’t know what to say to that. A moment passed, and when she got another message from Serenity, she felt somewhat relieved.

Serenity: “No. Sorry. I didn’t mean that. I know you are just trying to help.”

Serenity and Crystal went to the 2nd Canteen as usual at noon, but a crowd of grumpy, hungry students blocked their way.

“What’s going on?” Crystal asked. She looked in the window. There were people seated and eating, but everyone else was being kept out.

“I don’t know,” someone said. “I just got a text from my friend, though, and he says the other canteens are open, so I’m going to find somewhere else to eat!”

Upon hearing the news, the students began to make their way towards the various other canteens on campus. When almost all the students were gone, Crystal and Serenity looked at each other, but confusion was all they saw in each other’s eyes.

Suddenly, a man in a black suit appeared on the other side of the window. He opened the door, looked at Crystal, and said, “Miss Smith, please come in.”

Crystal retreated half a step and said, “No....We can go to another canteen.”

The man in black said, “Don’t be afraid, Master Bush sent me to invite you and your friend in.”