Chapter 434: Disguised Identity Information

"I told her I'm one of her students and that I've had a crush on her for a long time," Albert Williams said with a mischievous grin. "That way, Vanessa Wood won't suspect us. Plus, she sent me another explicit photo, which made me jerk off twice."

It seemed Vanessa Wood was enjoying this game. Leonard realized he had underestimated her. For most people, being secretly watched would be unsettling, but for Vanessa, it seemed to fuel her lascivious and flirtatious nature.

Leonard decided to let Albert continue chatting with Vanessa for now. He needed to step back since Vanessa knew him well enough to recognize his style, which might lead her to suspect him.

After chatting for a while, Albert left the classroom. Leonard noticed that the classroom was now empty, so he packed his things and left. The campus was deserted and desolate, with only a few office lights still on in the school building. Alissa Garcia's office was dark, indicating she had already left.

Leonard walked down a small path beside the school building, heading towards the small garden in the back. The sky was already dim, and he could vaguely see a shadow moving in the pavilion. It seemed Vanessa Wood was already waiting there. This seductive teacher was really eager; perhaps she was craving another hard fuck from his big cock.

Bracing himself, Leonard strode towards the pavilion. If he couldn't outmaneuver Vanessa mentally, he might as well use his physical prowess and engage in a battle of flesh. If he could completely conquer Vanessa, it would also be a blow to Quentin Rodriguez, deterring him from pursuing Audrey Johnson any further.

As Leonard approached the pavilion, he suddenly noticed there were two figures entwined in a passionate embrace, not just one. He stopped in his tracks and hid, puzzled. Vanessa had arranged to meet him, so who was she with? Was it Quentin Rodriguez or someone else?

Just as Leonard was trying to make sense of the situation, the couple in the pavilion started talking. The boy chuckled and said, "Baby, your tits have gotten bigger. They must be a B cup now, thanks to me. If only they could get even bigger."

Leonard noted that the boy's voice sounded young, not like an adult, which ruled out Quentin Rodriguez. Moreover, the conversation indicated that the girl wasn't Vanessa Wood, as Vanessa's breasts were definitely larger than a B cup, at least a C cup, second only to Alissa Garcia.

The girl huffed and said, "If you think mine are too small, don't touch them. Why don't you go after Audrey Johnson? Hers are bigger, but she probably wouldn't even look at you."

The boy laughed awkwardly, "You're too sensitive. Audrey Johnson is a teacher; how could a student like me approach her? Besides, her big tits have probably been fondled by the principal. If I keep working on it, you'll catch up to her one day. No, you'll surpass her."

Leonard's guess was confirmed; they were students, though he couldn't tell which grade. They were sneaking around in the garden, engaging in a secret affair. In the dim light, he could see they were both wearing school uniforms but couldn't make out their faces.

The girl smirked, "You always know how to make me happy. But I don't want breasts that big. It would be awkward with everyone staring at me. Hey, do all the boys want to touch Audrey Johnson's boobs?"

The boy chuckled, "Of course. You have no idea how tempting Audrey Johnson's big tits are, swaying around the school every day. It's not just the boys; even the male teachers can't resist. But only the principal gets to touch them. Who knows how many teachers Oliver Jones has played with."

The girl said, "If you're so envious, why don't you become a principal? Then you could play with female teachers and students."

The boy replied, "If I become a principal, I'll make you my secretary. How about that?"

"In your dreams. I wouldn't be your secretary," the girl retorted. "With your skills, if you become a principal, I could be the superintendent."

Hearing them badmouth Audrey Johnson made Leonard unhappy. He also worried that Vanessa Wood might show up and catch them. He picked up a stone and tossed it into the pavilion, startling the couple.

"What was that?" the girl asked nervously, hiding behind the boy.

"No idea. Maybe a stray cat," the boy replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite his own fear.

"Let's just go. You always choose these creepy places. Can't we find somewhere nicer?" the girl complained.

"Alright, let's go see a movie," the boy suggested, eager to appease her. They left the garden hand in hand.

Leonard waited until they were gone before entering the pavilion to wait for Vanessa. But after a long time, she still hadn't shown up. He wondered if she was playing a trick on him, retaliating for the time he had stood her up. After waiting for another half hour with no sign of her and his stomach starting to growl, he decided to leave.

Ten minutes later, a stunning figure hurried into the garden. Seeing the empty pavilion, she looked disappointed. It was Vanessa Wood. She had been on her way to meet Leonard when Quentin Rodriguez intercepted her.

"Ms. Wood, where are you headed?" Quentin asked, eyeing her up and down. Vanessa looked even more voluptuous than before, wearing a light purple dress that hugged her curves. Her long, shapely legs were clad in flesh-colored stockings, and her dress's neckline revealed a deep cleavage. Her breasts swayed slightly, emitting a faint, alluring scent. Her eyes sparkled seductively, making Quentin feel hot under the collar.

"Where I'm going is none of your business," Vanessa snapped, rolling her eyes at him. Since the scandal involving her explicit photos, she had avoided contacting Quentin. She knew his hopes of becoming the head of the teaching and research office were dashed and saw no further use for him. Her husband had also heard rumors and was suspicious of her relationship with Quentin, so she planned to distance herself from him.

"It's been a while, and your temper has grown," Quentin said with a smirk. "Come on, I need to talk to you." Sensing Vanessa's coldness, Quentin sneered inwardly. This woman thought she could shake him off now that he was in trouble. But it wasn't that simple. He had spent a lot on her over the years, more than he would have on a prostitute.

Vanessa hesitated, thinking she might as well clarify things with Quentin. She followed him to his car, deciding to let Leonard wait a bit longer in the garden. After all, he had stood her up before.

Quentin drove out of the school gates, noticing Vanessa's disinterest as she stared out the window. He reached over and touched her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her stockings and the firmness of her leg. His hand moved higher, but Vanessa swatted it away, glaring at him. Undeterred, Quentin's hand crept back, sparking a silent battle of wills as the tension in the car grew.