Chapter 13: The Professor’s Secret
The moment Charles stepped into the lecture hall, the air felt different.
Not in a magical way. Not a Lust Sync kind of "heartbeat skipping" vibe.
No—this was colder. Sharper. Watching.
Professor Helena Voss.
She stood at the front like a sculpture come to life—tall, poised, dangerous. Her fitted black pencil skirt hugged her curves like a second skin, and her blouse was just sheer enough to reveal the lacy black bra underneath. The dark red lipstick, the glasses she didn’t need but wore anyway—it was all part of her battlefield armor.
And Charles could feel it—the system, thrumming harder than usual.
> [New Target Detected: Helena Voss]
[Sync Potential: Very High]
[Risk Level: Extreme]
[Warning: This target is partially aware of your system.]
His breath caught.