You sigh in annoyance when your lecturer tells his students to gather their cellphones when the exam is about to take place. Annoyed, you stared at your lecturer as you gather your phone in the storage box. He glances at you.

"Don't just stand there; go back to your seat."

He casually rebuked you. The exam is in progress. Without you realizing it, when you were doing your exam questions, he did something to your cell phone. The exam is over, and you return home.

That evening, you want to try your newest underwear. Pose and taking photos with your cell phone. You see the results and are confused about which photo is the best.

Ding! New messages.

You opened the message and read it.

"You have nice underwear; it looks sexy on your body. I like it."

You frowned as you looked at your phone and replied. "Who's this?"

"Your lecturer. In class, you kept staring at me all day."

You were surprised and replied. "Damn, what do you want from me?"

Your lecturer, Raza, replied. "I want you to scream my name all night long."

You hiss in annoyance and reply to his message. "I don't want to!"

"Then why are you smiling?"

You looked at your camera and saw something strange there, without you realizing he was watching everything from behind his cell phone screen.