LOGINOn campus, he was the most well-behaved student in the entire department. Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, he would only lower his head, clutch his books, and murmur a timid, “Professor.” At night, he became the most intoxicating dancer in the club. He wrapped himself around the pole, bent low, rolled his hips—each movement driving the men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around his thigh as they shouted his name. To cover his obscene tuition fees, he took a private party offering an equally obscene payout. Inside the VIP room, he straddled the pole, bathed in dim, hazy light, fingers reaching for the final restraint he was meant to undo. Suddenly, the man lounging on the sofa stubbed out his cigar and stood. The light swept across his face— It was Elliott. The very man he feared most by day. He walked onto the stage step by step, then slammed him hard against the pole in full view of everyone. “Can’t even breathe in front of me during the day,” Elliott sneered, “but at night you’re here shaking your ass, begging men to f*k you?” His mentor wrenched his arms behind his back. Hot lips brushed his trembling earlobe, his voice low and dangerous. “Noah,” he murmured, “if you’re that desperate for money… why didn’t you just come to me? How much—per night?” He panicked and tried to struggle, but Elliott forced his legs apart with his knee, pinning him against the cold metal. “Don’t hide,” Elliott said softly. “Now. Take off the rest—right in front of me. And if you perform well…” A pause, deliberate. “I’ll pay you ten times tonight’s fee
View MoreCHAPTER 1 : THE PERFECT STUDENT
It's on a summer morning with the sun is bright with the melody of the birds singing and the chaotic movement of families and individual preparing for their daily activities from flat to flat both the cry of a baby, down to the sound of a kitchen utensils.
On the order hands the alarm if Noah's clock kept ringing and ringing for over 30mintues still yet he hasn't woken up because of his intense and stressful night. The alarm kept on disturbing the peace of the neighborhood until his sick younger brother has to come and wake him up personally and turn off the alarm, Noah it's time to prepare for your morning lectures remember.
He Sluggishly rose up and went straight to the bathtub with his transplant night wears showing the smooth body 👅 of his, preparing for the lecture he looks tired 😩 and weak. Noah is a tall about 179cm with a fair skin, Brown hair color plus his feminist body shape screaming " eat me up" .
He is a quiet person since childhood after the Lost of his parents in fatal car accident that lend to the disruption of their daily happy life, he maintains his carefully crafted facade as the quiet, studious student who never speaks above a whisper. On campus,he was the most well - behaved, invisible and mannered student in the entire department of business administration, covered with an oversized hoodies, black- rimmed glasses, quietly enough to fade into the background without anyone knowing he was there. Those outfits serves as armor against a world that doesn't know his secret and stories.
But this time he was late to the lecture of professor Elliot who is known by his strictness to the Student and his fellow teachers in the campus, rumor has it that he is a heir successor of a well-known business company in the country but he love teaching and using it for his resting activity but still takes his teachings seriously. No one knows whether the rumors are true or false but the appearance and expensive outfit says it all, his appearance carries a killer vibes along with him whenever he passes, a brawy, beefy, built, stacked,burly, hulking, robast, powerful with a will built curves often visible through his white T-shirt causes both man and women confusion and obsessed with his appearance.
His surprisingly chiseled and glistening pecs " oh wow!!!! Is anyone else feeling hot all of a sudden said by one of his fellow teachers when a passed across them.
Everyone imagines his broad shoulders and back, narrow waist, flat stomach with albs, toned and enlarged muscles, lean frame structure would be behind those clothes of his😜😜 but Noah never had time to properly look at him because of his fear for him and no one dare to approach him or talk about their feelings or complimenting him or having any other naughty thoughts.
Noah was tired and overlooked the fact that he was already late to his lectures, normally fading into the background but luck wasn't on his side this time. Professor Elliot is well known with his three strictly rules
"Don't be late to his class even if it's a minute late
Attendance is compulsory
No mercy after Any deadline is over
And Noah has always avoided and kept them also paying attention to his classes but this time the motherfuckin mind of his never thought that he would be caught in his glance today.
" Noah" a voice brought his mind back to reality, " come here Noah" said professor Elliot from the front class.
Noah with a surprise on his face on how the prof. Knows his name shocked him as he walked slowly towards him shaking profusely. " Professor Elliot, he said lowely his head down and clutching to his book.
" What is the time on your wrist watch" " Are you here for my class or just passing by answer me !!!! He shouted, everywhere went quiet both the classroom and the environment that you could hear the sound of a moving tree leads from 209km away.
Noah still shaking and clutching to his books murmur a timid words, " Pro...fe.....ss....or" that's the only words he could say out. Professor Elliot surprisely ask him that since you decided to be late today, that's not your normal character I will allow you in my lecture today but you have to stand across the front class until am done teaching that's your fuckin punishment do you understand. Noah only nodded and quietly went to stand there facing downward throughout the whole lecture.
Noah stood at the front of the lecture hall, head bowed, hands locked tightly around his books as if they were the only thing keeping him upright.
Professor Elliott turned his back on him and began the lecture as though nothing unusual had occurred.
Graphs filled the screen. His voice was calm, measured, precise—each word landing with the authority of someone used to being obeyed. The class slowly relaxed, pens scratching against notebooks, laptops clicking open.
Noah did not move.
Standing that close to the professor’s desk made everything worse. He could feel eyes on him—not the students’, who quickly lost interest—but one pair in particular. He didn’t need to look up to know when Professor Elliott’s gaze slid back to him. He felt it the way one feels heat through glass.
Every instinct told him to shrink, to disappear. He adjusted his oversized hoodie, tugging the sleeves down over his hands, glasses slipping slightly on his nose as sweat gathered at the nape of his neck.
Just breathe, he told himself.
Don’t draw attention.
But his body betrayed him. His legs ached from standing. His breath came shallow. Each time Professor Elliott paused between points, the silence felt intentional—like it existed only to remind Noah he was still there. Still exposed.
Once, Elliott stopped mid-sentence.
“Noah.”
The sound of his name snapped through the room.
“Yes, Professor,” Noah whispered without lifting his head.
“Stand straight when you’re addressed.”
The correction was quiet. Reasonable. Worse than being shouted at.
Noah obeyed immediately, spine stiffening, shoulders pulling back before he could stop himself. The movement felt too visible, too revealing. He heard a few students shift in their seats, then the lecture resumed as if nothing had happened.
But something had.
By the time class ended, Noah’s nerves were frayed raw. When the final slide disappeared and students began packing up, relief hit him so hard it made his vision blur.
“Class dismissed,” Elliott said.
Chairs scraped. Bags zipped. The room emptied quickly.
“Not you,” Elliott added.
Noah froze.
He waited until the lecture hall was almost empty before turning around slowly.
Professor Elliott was watching him openly now arms crossed, expression unreadable, eyes sharp behind calm composure.
“You’re not usually careless,” he said. “Don’t make a habit of it.”
“No, Professor,” Noah replied softly.
A pause.
Then, almost casually: “You may go.”
Noah didn’t wait for permission twice. He bowed his head and left, heart hammering so hard it hurt.
As the doors closed behind him, he told himself what he always did.
Stay quiet. Stay invisible. Get through the semester.
He had no idea how fragile that promise already was,After the punishment:
Elliott looks at him differently from before ,Noah becomes hyper-aware of his body, breath, posture thinking about what Elliott says that feels… off
Noah leaves shaken, I just have to survive this semester.
Chapter Seven – One Night StandThe club emptied slower than usualWhispers lingered in the air, curious glances followed Noah as he disappeared backstage, pulse still racing from the confrontationTen times his rateThe number echoed in his headIt wasn’t just money, it was control, it was a cage disguised as salvationHe didn’t change out of his stage clothes right awayHis hands trembled as he wiped off his makeupIn the mirror, his reflection looked fractured — glitter fading, eyes rimmed red from stress, jaw clenched too tightA knock came at the dressing room doorNot loudNot rushedCertainHe knew who it was before the door openedElliott stepped inside without waiting for permissionThe music from the main floor had faded to a dull thrum, the hallway outside nearly empty, privateNoah stood slowly“You shouldn’t be back here,” he said, but the protest lacked strengthElliott closed the door behind him“And yet I am”The air tightenedUp close, there was no audience, no perfor
Chapter Six – Public HumiliationThe night of the VIP party arrived faster than Noah was prepared for.All day, a strange tension followed him like a shadow. He barely heard his lecturers. The words in his textbooks blurred. Even the steady rhythm of campus life students chatting, footsteps in hallways, laughter echoing between buildings felt distant, unreal.The invitation weighed in his pocket.By the time night fell, his chest felt tight.Backstage, the club was louder than usual. The VIP event had drawn a different crowd wealthier, colder, more deliberate. The air carried a sense of expectation that made Noah’s skin prickle.“You’re closing tonight,” his manager told him. “The client specifically asked.”That was unusual.Noah nodded anyway. He had learned not to ask questions when money was involved.The other dancers performed first, the energy building, the room growing more intoxicated as the hours passed. Noah waited in the shadows, stretching, breathing, preparing. His pulse
Chapter 5 :The InvitationThe day passed in a blur, the way days had begun to blend together. Noah moved through lectures and assignments mechanically, a ghost inhabiting the shape of a perfect student. Even as his classmates laughed or chatted around him, he remained distant, detached, tethered to the reality he had carefully built for survival.By the late afternoon, exhaustion sat heavily in his bones. The club loomed in his thoughts even as he forced himself to concentrate on readings. He had learned to block it out, to split his mind into compartments—but one always leaked. The weight of necessity tugged relentlessly.Backstage, the routine was familiar. The warm-up stretches, the careful adjustments of straps, the mirror that reflected a version of him he barely recognized. And yet, tonight, something felt different.His manager appeared with the soft click of heels against the black tiles. She moved toward him, folder in hand, her expression unreadable.“You’ve got something,”
CHAPTER 4: COLLUSION COURSEBy the fourth week of the semester, Noah knew he was slipping.Not enough to be obvious. Not enough to invite questions. But enough that the careful balance he’d built began to creak under the strain. His mornings were slower, his thoughts less precise. He still attended every lecture, still took notes in neat, disciplined handwriting but something essential lagged behind his eyes.Focus had become conditional.Professor Elliott noticed.Noah realized it the moment he stepped into the lecture hall and felt the weight of attention settle on him like a hand at the back of his neck. He chose his usual seat, second row from the back, near the aisle. Hoodie up. Glasses on. Head down.Invisible.Or so he hoped.The lecture began as usual clean slides, controlled pacing, Elliott’s voice cutting through the room with practiced authority. Noah followed along automatically, pen moving even when comprehension wavered. He copied graphs, underlined key terms, boxed defi
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