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My Professor's Filthy Secret (2)

Author: Mary Ikeoji
last update publish date: 2026-07-07 00:23:39

My back hit the office door with a soft thud, the only thing keeping my legs from buckling. My heart hammered so violently I was sure he could hear it.

Professor Kane stood like a wall between me and his desk, one large hand still pressed flat on the slammed-shut laptop, the other clenched into a fist at his side.

Neither of us spoke for a long, dangerous moment.

Then he exhaled slowly through his nose, the same controlled sound he made when a student disappointed him.

“If this gets out,” he
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