131 Chapter 131 Favour 2

As the club president of the Art club Brandon Zhou was lenient to Tia.

He would let her use the Art club room alone.

As long as she would inform him beforehand that she'll be using the art room.

Whenever its time to submit weekly artworks Brandon Zhou would always put "passed" remarks on Tia's profile even though she sometimes failed to do so.

Thus making Tia's club member life a lot easier and bearable.

A few weeks before graduation, students were cramming and hustling to finish their projects and at the same time getting ready for entrance exams for college.

The tension and stress build up in a student's life were too much to handle.

School library were jampacked with teenagers reviewing and studying.

Tia was also one of them having difficulty coping up with stress with problems at school and her mom's health.

She thought she needed a breather and decided to go to the art club. To her, painting is a form of therapy.

She finds solace and relaxation once she held a paint brush and started stroking on an empty canvass.

It helps her mind get off of things and be at peace even just for a while.

It's like her little escape from reality.

Since she had decided on a whim she didn't have the time to inform her club president that she'll be using the art room.

She was happily walking towards the art club carrying her personal paint bucket and her art brushes.

When she walked in on Brandon Zhou relieving himself on a nude portrait with her face on it.

The portrait's body was lying down with the legs spread wide open. One hand was pinching the nipple while the other was touching and spreading the genitalia.

While her face was erotically smiling as if enticing anyone who would look at the "portrait" to do lewd things to her.

Tia froze on the spot as she saw how Brandon looked at her "portrait" with eyes full of lust.

"Tia."

He moaned as he release his load. Tia hastily ran away as she heard him call out her name.

As she ran, her paint brushes scattered on the floor.

Brandon immediately went out of the room as soon as he heard the commotion outside.

His eyes fell on the brushes and he picked them up.

His face went pale as he saw the familiar initials etched on the tip of the brush.

"T. K."

He looked around but couldn't see the owner in sight.

Tia went straight to her house and doused herself in a cold shower.

The thought of his lustful gaze was burned in her mind.

She felt so dirty seeing her face drawn together with a body posing in an indecent manner.

The portrait was drawn so detailed and lifelike as if it was really her.