Semua Bab My Professor is a Secret Succubus: Bab 1 - Bab 7

[Sammy] “Okay I walked in, can I leave now.” “Not without getting at least one phone number,” Diego insists. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t need it because one of these hot ladies takes you home, but I am willing to give you a bit of grace if you at least make an effort.” "Gee, thanks Santiago," I roll my eyes. "Of course, I am doing this all for your blessing." “Don't sound so bitter, little brother, not on your birthday,” my other older brother, Bonito pulls me into his chest. "You are 21 now. A real man. You can handle a few women," he bends down so that his head is level with my own and whispers encouragingly, “They won't bite, I promise. A handsome boy like you should have no problem charming any of these lovely ladies." "So," Diego interupts, waving his hand around as if presenting me with a promised land full of bounty. "Which one are you gonna try?” he then begins talking about each one as if they were an assortment of chocolates and not living, breathing people. “The o

[Sammy] There’s a loud bang on the door. I can’t remember when or how I made it back to bed. I turn my head from side to side and soon regret it as my eyesight goes red and my head starts to pound. How much did I have to drink? “Yo, Sammy, are you alive in there?” Luis barks. “Don’t you have a class in like five minutes?” I look down at the digital numbers on my alarm clock, which has somehow ended up on the floor. I can’t read it, so I search around for my glasses and as my tired, hung-over eyes struggle to regain focus, the digits on the face of the clock slowly become clear. 8:03. My first class starts in seventeen minutes. Fuck. Fuck-Fuckity-Fuck-Fuck-Fuck! “Hey Bro, if you do manage to get up, we still got some chorizo and eggs downstairs. Help yourself! I’m off to work.” I don’t bother to shower or shave, I don’t even bother to grab that chorizo, which smells amazing, as I head out the door. I barely give myself time to throw on a pair of still-clean jeans and a cr

[Delilah] I knew he might have been there to bait me the moment I sensed him in that bar three weeks ago. Seeing him here today confirms it. Someone is trying to set me up and they are using this sweet child to trap me. I should have never approached him that night. But a virgin as pure as him is so rare I had to be the first to sample him, to drink from his essence. It had been so long since I had a proper meal, and it didn't hurt that he was also devastatingly beautiful. Angelic almist. My kind cannot resist something so fresh and pure. Whoever put him on my path did so knowing that I would be come weak in his presence, drawn to his inner light. It is in our nature to find, claim, seduce, and corrupt it thoroughly. He still smells delightfully fresh. He hasn’t had anyone else since our encounter. How did someone as sweet and pure as he is make it this long in the world without being preyed upon? The taste of his emotions in the air is like pure ambrosia. Breathing in deeply

[Sammy] It has been three weeks since I started my new "relationship" with Professor Davis. As her Teaching Assistant, I now had new “responsibilities” above and beyond what is expected of other students. For example, now that I had a more “official” position within the classroom, I was expected to sit in the very front. I was also expected to take detailed notes for each lecture, and post them on the link for our students with accommodations. In other words, no hiding in the back. No falling asleep. Not a single misstep. Because all eyes are on me. This isn’t just a figure of speech. Professor Davis thought it would be a good idea for me to sit practically next to the whiteboard facing the class rather than among them. When I tried to point out that it would make it hard for me to build relationships with my classmates she replied: “You’re my TA. I need you close.” It is also extremely hard to be so close to your professor when you know them…physically. As much as my mind knew I