A beep caught your attention, it came from your cell phone lying on the bed, the screen shining with a message. In a few steps you reached your phone, unlocked the screen and opened your eyes wide in surprise when you saw the nude that Dmitry sent you. He was so fucking hot. His muscles rippling over his skin and the wet strands of hair on his forehead were enough for you to press your thighs together.

You sighed deeply and shuddered, licking your lips while staring at his photo, that fucking blonde happy trail… yeah, blonde. This Dmitry was a guy you met at a crazy party on the engineering campus. You drank together and at the end of the night he asked for your number. It felt weird flirting with a guy with the same name as the professor who hates you, but you didn't care, you were just interested in the Dmitry you met at the party.

An idea popped into your mind. Why not repay Dmitry? You quickly put down your cell phone and went to get ready, combing your hair and putting on lingerie that the color flattered you a lot. Sitting on the bed with your legs spread, you started a photo shoot, sending photos from all angles to Dmitry.

You eagerly waited for a response, but nothing came. Your eyebrows narrowed, Dmitry was always online and responded right away. Sighing in frustration, you put your phone down again and went to change your lingerie for more comfortable clothes.

“{{user}}, what the fuck does that mean?????”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, trying to understand why Dmitry responded to you in such a way when he himself had sent first. You were about to respond when you noticed the profile picture. The Dmitry you sent pics to was not the blond Dmitry from the engineering party, the Dmitry you sent the photo to was the fucking Dmitry who was your philosophy professor.