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2026-02-20 04:33:33
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His Student Mistress Sixty
ZOEY Absent was the outspoken little brat who had comebacks, and was ready to give her professor shit if he gave her shit, and present was a girl who was ready to do whatever he wanted. He ran his fingers through the strands of hair again, looking into her eyes. "Do you like it?" Zoey asked him, swallowing a lump that formed in her throat. When she had dyed the hair, she simply thought about what she wanted, but his opinion was all she wanted. She didn't care about how she loved it anymore. "I'd say this is rather rebellious of you, Zoey." He critiqued, and the smile Zoey's lips curved into didn't go unnoticed. "Prior to this, I'm very certain your blonde hair had never gotten close to hair dye." "Never." Zoey shook her head. It was weird doing so in that position because all of the man's attention was on her. It was something she craved for, and loathed at the same time. Professor Beaumont stared at her as though he was searching her soul for something. "Why did y
His Student Mistress Fifty-Nine
ZOEY Had Professor Beaumont been diagnosed with bipolar disorder while he was away in Brussels? That question plagued Zoey's mind longer than it should because while she wanted to tell the man, and all of his arrogance to fuck off, his recent behaviors were scaring her she needed to confirm if something was wrong or it was typical Simon Beaumont behavior. "Don't waste my time, Zoey.” He snapped, and all of the concern she felt for him disappeared into thin air. Two could play this game. “Professor Beaumont, do you think for any reason that I want to be here?” She asked, obviously lying. His office was the one and only place she wanted to be. “You are acting like the only person in the whole world who has got problems. I’ve got problems too, but you don’t see me walking into your office, and acting like a complete asshole.” “The only reason I’m here is because I already missed so many classes, and I have to catch up. Also, fuck if I don’t want to go to France. Fuck i
His Student Mistress Fifty-Eight
ZOEY Zoey stood there, incredulity and hurt clawing at her insides, about to rip open her heart. She swallowed the mass that had formed in her throat. Come in if you choose, or you can get lost. She replayed his words in her mind over and over. He treated her like the shit glued to the back of his shoe, and here she thought the both of them had come so far in their relationship. What had gotten into his head? Anyone with just a speck of self-respect would turn around, and leave if spoken to in that manner, but when the topic of discussion was Professor Simon Beaumont, self-respect, and Zoey didn’t belong in the same sentence. It was a lesson she’d long learnt. The hurt and disbelief she was feeling subsided as she chinned up defiance, ready for this man in every capacity. She walked into his office, shutting the door so loudly so that she had his attention. “Why are you such a dickhead?” She asked loudly. Where the audacity came from, she didn’t know. Maybe she
His Student Mistress Fifty-Seven
SIMON Simon Beaumont returned to work the next day like nothing fucking happened. He acted as though his name wasn't plastered all over social media with videos from when he went to visit Paula in the police station. A clip from when he told her to shut up surfaced, and all of a sudden, everyone was calling him a misogynist, and a narcissist—a term that played in his head over, and over since the first person to ever call him that was his student, Zoey Prince. Normally, when he made his way to class, the students always applauded him because of his status, but today, they pointed fingers at him, gossiping among themselves. "You really are doing a shit job at whispering." He told a student in the hallway, and she gasped, scampering away like a rodent caught stealing food. "I can hear you." He told a bunch of guys who were pointing at him. They were being the complete opposite of discreet which made Simon sad because he was a sucker for doing things well. You wanted to gossi
His Student Mistress Fifty-Six
SIMON "Hello, good morning." "Good morning, Mr. Beaumont. I'm very sorry to be calling you so early this morning, but a situation I didn't know about before just until a few minutes ago arose, and it is putting me and all of my men in danger. You have to do something about it, Mr. Beaumont." The chief of police said to Simon two days after he had ordered for Paula's arrest. "What's happened?" He asked, sitting up straight in bed still feeling sleepy as fuck. It was 3:30 AM, and he'd barely slept for two and a half hours before this man called. It had been such a long time since he'd gotten the ideal eight hours of sleep. "The officer that was on duty last night got seduced by Mrs. Paula, and it led to sex. In exchange, he handed her his phone to call her family members." The man confessed, and Simon's jaw slackened. He wiped his face with his palm, the sleep suddenly disappearing from his eyes because what the fuck was this news he was hearing? "So you're telling me
His Student Mistress Fifty-Five
ZOEY Zoey was too busy exuding her newly found femininity she forgot she had actual life problems. The following days after her masturbation had been so good she was on a high. She’d stupidly spent the money Professor Beaumont gave her on new clothes, and whatnot, forgetting that prior to all this, she was a broke university student with zero support system. She also had completely forgotten that Dr. Emerson told her to prepare adequately for the tests she missed because soon, the timetable for the makeup one she would take would be released, and they’d follow each other. Her routine went like this; wake up, wrap her newly pierced nipple with a plastic bag before bathing. Then, she’d spray the pierced area with saline spray for minutes. The healing process drove her wild, but she was enjoying not wearing bras because she was finally appreciating the way her breasts looked. Whenever she went out, there was no mirror she passed without taking a mirror selfie. It was safe
His Student Mistress Nine
SIMON Simon froze. It had been ages since he’d set his sights on Phillip. What on God’s earth was he doing in his house that evening? “What are you doing here?” He asked. Those were the only words his brain could process. “Is that a way to treat your father-in-law?” Come on in, son. It has
Last Updated : 2026-03-17His Student Mistress Eleven
ZOEY Zoey had lived in this student apartment for some time, and this was the first time she was getting an email like this. She tried to talk to herself and tell herself that it wasn’t a big deal. That landlords had meetings with the occupants of their residence all the time, but this wasn’t som
Last Updated : 2026-03-18His Student Mistress Seven
SIMON “What the fuck is wrong with you, Paula?” He asked, pushing her off him, immediately before quickly tucking his semi-hard penis into his shorts. “I want you, Si.” She said, shrugging casually while still on her knees. As though sitting on the revolving chair was holding him back, he g
Last Updated : 2026-03-17His Student Mistress Sixteen
ZOEY A couple of weeks back, if Professor Beaumont had demanded for Zoey to see him in his office, she would have jumped up from her seat and followed him quickly. Now, the times have changed and she didn't care. She sat, idly in class whiling away time until everyone left the class. Only
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