When I arrived at remedial classes, there were still children who weren't present yet. I took the chance to tie my hair up in a bun at the toilet, before changing into an everyday white t-shirt and jeans. Then, I adjusted my expression in the mirror until it seemed gentle and kind enough.

"Miss Odette, you look so pretty today!" A boy praised me while lying in my lap, and I leaned down to ruffle his head with a gentle smile.

Then, I turned to look at the pure gazes of the children, affixed on me, before raising my finger and pressing it on a key. "Alright, let's begin."

During a short rest, I went outside to fetch some water, and the man from last night was watching me from a distance.

His gaze was so brazen that even my colleague realized, and the guitar teacher walked towards me and blocked me from view, before leaning down and asking, "Is that man your new prey?"

I didn't grace him with a reply, only tipping the water I'd just fetched slightly towards him. He didn't budge, however, and only reached to grab my arm.

I pushed him away gently, before ducking under his arm and leaving the scene.

After the class ended and the children left, that man pushed the classroom door open as I'd expected. He seemed quite sad as he grabbed my wrist. "Why did you act like you didn't know me?"

I cursed internally. I'd thought that a man like him who frequented cabarets would have moved on from me quickly, but he actually fell for me.

Calling him an idiot in my mind, I slowly pulled my hand out of his grip and replied in a drawl by his ear, "Sir, I might be Odile at night, but now I'm your child's piano teacher."

Me giving him some semblance of attention seemed to pacify him, and he smiled at me before walking out the door.

Soon after, a knocking sound was heard, and the guitar teacher from earlier came in. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pressed me on the piano with fervor. "Odette, it's been ages since you called me."

I loved him, and how he always respected our boundaries.

Tapping his lips with my finger, I whispered, "Well, I did today, right?"

Then, I turned my back towards him and put my hands on the piano.

"What do you want to hear today?" I pressed the keys slowly, without any rhyme or reason to them. "I can play anything for you."

He reached inside my shirt and caressed my smooth back. Feeling his finger hook onto my strap, I immediately knew what he was trying to do, raising my arms and allowing him to strip my shirt off my body.

Then, he laid his body on mine, the rough fabric of his clothes slightly uncomfortable against my bare skin.

"Croatian Rhapsody, please." He breathed heavily as he reached toward my jeans. "That was the song you played the very first time we met in this classroom, right?"

Hearing his request, I placed my fingers in position before playing a melody fluidly. As I played, he moved his body against me sensually, grabbing the back of my neck with one hand while rubbing the front of my body with another.

As the melody reached its climax, I could hear his breaths become more and more labored. Meanwhile, any sound I made was hidden within the melody too, and no one else could hear it.

"This is the best…"

I could feel his excitement radiating from behind me as his grip became even more forceful, making me whine louder in response.

"You really are so horny…" I could feel an electric current from behind my neck, his warm breath hitting my skin. "Odette, do you think people know that this is how you truly are?"

I closed my eyes, relishing in this moment.

"Not as well as you do… I'm sure…" I panted, my words slurring. "You know… What I'm like the best, right…"

He grunted and leaned his head against my shoulder.

I reached behind myself and caressed his broad shoulders, and the feeling of skin against skin was nothing short of transcendent and intoxicating.

Because of that man, I decided to stop teaching this remedial class. I hated it when men mixed the identities between my day and night, because it made this much more difficult for me. I even stopped going to the cabaret, too.

That man must have managed to get my contact number from the person in charge of the remedial classes, and he continued to message and call me in a frenzy.

"Where are you? Why did you leave!"

"Do you have someone else?"

"I should've killed you ages ago! Is leaving men so hard for you?"

I didn't really care much as he flooded my notifications with hate, but soon enough, he started to change gears, pleading with me to reply to him. He told me he was wrong, and said that he loved me. He even swore that he'd relent after I met him once, and that he'd never bother me again after that.

That was the point where it stopped becoming entertaining for me, so I replied, "Sir, it's game over."

After that, I plucked the chip out of my phone and snapped it in two before throwing it into the bin, like I'd done hundreds of times before.

"Odette." Vincent knocked on my door. "Mom and Dad are waiting for you to eat."

I got off the bed and walked out in a pair of sandals, yawning as I did. When I walked past Vincent, however, he grabbed my arm and reached to point at my neck, his tone dangerously low. "What is this? Are you going to tell me that it's a mosquito bite?"

I reached toward the place he was pointing at, feeling a slight sting on my skin. It was probably a mark left behind by the guitar teacher, that little shit. He always tried leaving marks on me whenever we got together.

I tugged my collar upwards to hide the mark and tried to walk away, but Vincent's grip still remained as strong as before. "I asked you a question."

Annoyed by his stubbornness, I shook his hand off.

"It's whatever you think it is, Vincent." Reaching to tug my collar on the other side downwards, I looked at him with a wry smile. "You want a shot at it too, big brother?"

As expected, he stepped back, as easy to deal with as ever.

With light steps, I walked towards the table, where my father served me a bowl of soup that I accepted with thanks. As I was sitting down, my mother motioned for me to serve a bowl for Vincent, too.

Standing up, I served up a bowl of soup and placed it in front of him with a smile. "Here, big brother."

My mother nodded in satisfaction, before turning to my father. "These two aren't related by blood, but they're as close as actual siblings!"

Oh, we were close alright.

I chuckled as I stirred my soup, feeling Vincent's gaze almost penetrate my clothes.

After we finished eating, my parents left for work, leaving just the two of us at home. As I turned around to go back to my room, Vincent grabbed my arm again. His brows were furrowed as he looked straight at my face. "Does your mother know what you do?"

"What are you, a child? Are you going to tell on me?" I countered.

He paused for a bit, before he finally managed to squeeze out a single sentence. "I was just worried about you… You should be careful, if not…"

"Vincent," I cut him off, asking, "Do you know when I'm the most obedient?"

Looking at his confused expression, I reached toward his topmost button and spoke with a low, sultry tone. "I'm the most obedient…"

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and completed my sentence. "When I'm in bed…"