3. The Charm of Professor Charles

Still inside Professor Charles' office.

Silence enveloped the wood-paneled room. Professor Charles' office was filled with stacks of books, academic journals, and the aroma of untouched coffee. In the guest chair sat a young girl with her face covered in lipstick scribbles and her hair disheveled. Her hands trembled, her eyes red from crying. It was Cassie.

Professor Charles sat in the chair in front of her, looking at the girl with concern. He sighed deeply, then took a box of tissues and sat next to Cassie.

"Let me help," he said in a low voice, full of empathy.

Cassie could only nod slightly. She couldn't say anything yet. Tears fell again, wetting her cheeks, which still showed traces of harsh red lipstick. Professor Charles carefully took a wet wipe and continued to clean the girl's face.

"Do they often do this to you?" Professor Charles asked as he gently wiped Cassie's cheek.

Cassie hesitated. But finally, she answered softly, "Melisa and the others hate me because I'm poor and I got a scholarship to this campus."

Professor Charles stopped his movements for a moment, looking at Cassie's face, which now looked cleaner. The girl's eyes held deep wounds. A wound that had been suppressed for too long.

"They have no right to treat you like that. And Alan really can't be allowed to get away with this," Professor Charles said, his jaw tightening.

The man was really angry, but tried to remain calm in front of Cassie.

The girl looked down.

"I ... I can't fight them, Prof. I just want to graduate. I want to prove that I deserve to be here."

That sentence made Charles' chest feel tight. He turned his face away for a moment, trying to hide the emotions that were starting to rage. Then he looked back at Cassie.

"You do deserve to be here, Cassie. You were accepted not out of pity. But because of your hard work and ability," he said firmly.

Cassie raised her head, looking at Charles with wet eyes. For the first time that day, there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Professor Charles smiled faintly and stood up.

"Wait here for a moment," he said.

The professor walked to a small cabinet in the corner of the room, opened a drawer, and took out his warm jacket. The gray jacket was then draped over Cassie's shoulders.

"You need something that can make you feel safe," he said.

Cassie gripped the edge of the jacket. It was warm. Not only because of the material, but because of the sincere concern she felt from the man in front of her.

"Thank you, Prof," she said softly.

Charles sat back down. He noticed how Cassie's hands were still trembling slightly.

"I will report this incident to the dean's office. But it depends on you. If you feel ready to speak up, I will support you fully."

Cassie bit her lip. She was very confused. Scared. But she also felt that there was someone who was really standing by her side.

"I'll think about it first, Prof. But I'm grateful that you cared about me," she said softly.

Professor Charles nodded. "Whenever you want to talk, this room is always open to you."

Silence filled the room again. Cassie leaned back in her chair, trying to take a deep breath. She looked out the window, at the cloudy London sky.

"I'm tired, Prof. Last night I worked until morning. Then on campus, I'm treated like this. I feel like giving up."

Professor Charles looked at her for a long time, then replied in a calm voice, "You can feel tired. That's human. But never give up, Cassie. This world is tough, but don't let it break you. You are stronger than you think. So always be enthusiastic."

Cassie was silent. Those words hit her heart directly. No one had ever said that to her before. No one had ever looked at her as more than just a poor scholarship girl. But today, someone saw her.

"Prof, why are you so kind to me?" Cassie asked in a soft tone.

Professor Charles looked into her eyes and answered honestly, "Because I know what it's like to be underestimated. I wasn't anyone special either. But someone once believed in me, and that changed everything. Now, it's my turn to do the same."

Cassie could only look at the man with teary eyes. She wanted to cry again, but this time not out of fear. But because of the warmth that she had felt for the first time while on that campus.

"Thank you, Professor," she murmured, almost inaudibly.

Then the two of them stared at each other in silence. Suddenly, Professor Charles felt his chest rumble uncontrollably as he looked at Cassie's face. The same was true for the girl. She could feel peace when she was near the professor.

Meanwhile, Professor Charles was increasingly tempted by Cassie's red, slightly open, and moist lips. Something inside him was no longer under his control.

It seemed that Cassie was also getting carried away. She remembered her daydream in class earlier. But now everything has become a reality.

"Cassie! I really can't stand it anymore! You are really tempting me!" said Professor Charles.

Then without further ado. The professor began to grab Cassie's lips and kiss her very fiercely. Meanwhile, the girl could only passively allow Charles to explore her lips and oral cavity.

Moreover, this was Cassie's first kiss. And the lucky man was Professor Charles. A mature man who had been her idol all this time.

As if realizing his excessive behavior. Professor Charles then stopped everything, which shocked Cassie. Even though the girl also wanted more.

"Prof! Why did you stop?" Cassie exclaimed disappointedly.

Then quickly Professor Charles said, "Sorry, Cassie. I've gone too far. Please forgive me. Honestly, I do want you right now. But it seems I've crossed my boundaries."

But without realizing it, Cassie instead climbed onto the professor's lap. "I want you too, Prof! You are my lecturer. But we are both adults! Is there anything wrong with that?" she said while playing her fingers on Charles' chest.

Seeing a green light from Cassie. The adult man began to forcibly open the girl's clothes and the covering of her twin peaks and began to bury his face there.

"Ah! Professor Charles! Oh!" Cassie moaned uncontrollably.

How could she not, the lecturer was currently sucking deeply on her brownish-pink nipples alternately. Meanwhile, Professor Charles' hands began to slip into the area of her beautiful valley and perform friction there.

"Prof! Oh! I ... I! I can't stand it anymore! I ...!"

Charles silenced Cassie's lips by devouring them mercilessly. While starting to accelerate the friction style inside Cassie's beautiful cave.

Until at one point, "Akh!" Cassie got her release.

Her lower body trembled violently. As if signaling how powerful Professor Charles' game was.

Then suddenly, the room door was knocked from outside.