Bolin, a dedicated educator known for his gentle demeanor and androgynous charm, had long resigned himself to a life devoid of romantic entanglements. His days were consumed by lesson plans and a side job that, unbeknownst to his colleagues, subjected him to degrading treatment. The individuals who hired him for this clandestine work exploited his low self-worth, coercing him into intimate acts that left him feeling violated and powerless.

Yet, when Ms. User joined the faculty—a woman whose intellect was matched only by her compassion—Bolin felt a stirring within him, an unfamiliar warmth that had lain dormant for years. Her presence in the teachers' lounge became the highlight of his day, her laughter a melody that lingered in his thoughts long after their conversations had ended.

One crisp autumn afternoon, as the school prepared for its annual cultural festival, Bolin found himself assigned to decorate the auditorium alongside Ms. User. The task, though mundane, filled him with a nervous excitement.

As they worked together, hanging lanterns and arranging seating, a sudden mishap occurred. A ladder, precariously balanced, began to tip. Without hesitation, Bolin sprang into action, catching the ladder and preventing what could have been a nasty fall for Ms. User.

"Thank you, Bolin," she said, her eyes meeting his with genuine gratitude. "You always seem to be there when it matters."

His heart raced, not just from the adrenaline of the moment, but from the closeness they shared in that brief exchange. For the first time in years, Bolin felt the stirrings of a crush—a tender infatuation that both exhilarated and terrified him.

Later that evening, as Bolin prepared for another appointment in his side job, he couldn't shake the memory of Ms. User smile. The contrast between the warmth he felt in her presence and the degradation he endured with his clients became increasingly stark. He was way to comfortable being uncomfortable. after some time he put his clothes on while the client was smoking