His Student Mistress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

SIMON "This isn't a decision you make while in a haste. Yes, I did get it when you said the awards had to be moved, but I think we all should go back home and ruminate long and hard about it before coming to a conclusion." Simon announced, looking sideways to see if any of the other professors were in support of his suggestion. Two professors nodded, and that made him know that he was in fact not spewing trash. "If that's the case then, I think we all should go back and consider a lot of factors while deciding who this award should go to as it is a prestigious one, and it takes someone with a lot of guts and backbone to get this." Dr. Emerson chimed in, and Simon nodded. The truth was that he already knew who he was going to pick. Even if all the odds were stacked against her, he would still pick her. He was stalling, though because mentioning her name meant that he'd reopen old wounds. Wounds that he inflicted. God, he could not even look at himself in the mirror. He was fu

SIMON Back when Simon was in university, he used to complain about how a lot of his professors were assholes because they often gave very silly assignments. When he became a professor, he vowed that he would do things differently. He swore that he wouldn't 'punish' students with stupid assignments that had no reasonable answers. He made up his mind that if any student stepped on his toes, he'd approach the student directly, and not try to be a bitch about it, but when he saw Zoey in that two piece matching denim set, he had to reevaluate his stance. Better yet, when he saw her laughing with that asshole by his car, he completely lost his shit. He decided to punish the whole class for it, and gave an assignment that literally had no answer. He saw all the memes and complaints about how stupid the assignment seemed. He wanted to get a reaction from her especially, but she didn't say a thing on the group chat. Did he feel better after doing something so stupid? No, he did not. He

ZOEY Zoey nodded, deceiving Dr. Emerson that she had heard what he said. What the man did not know was that she would rather die than walk into Professor Beaumont's office for anything. It may have seemed as though she was bluffing when she made that statement, but she meant everything she said. Yes, she was in dire need of help since her phone had run out of battery, and there was no way she could get a charger, but she would never walk into his office to ask for help—there were probably a million chargers lying around. Given her circumstances—she was fucked. Zoey decided that instead of crashing out for the umpteenth time, and cussing out the universe for being such a dick to her, she would go for a walk to clear her head. Who knew? Maybe on that walk, she would run into a Good Samaritan that would help her, and make her forget all of the shit that had happened today. Walking out of the departmental building, the fresh wave of air that hit Zoey's skin gave her the all cl

ZOEY She could not count the number of times she had licked her lips from merely watching him stroke himself in that relaxed manner. She could do this all day—stand there, and watch him touch himself because this was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. When his cock pulsed in his hand, she swallowed, not sure how to feel because fuck! The man was big. Simon looked up at her again, giving it one last stroke, beads of sweat falling down his forehead as he reached for his wallet on the table. Unzipping the wallet, he retrieved a condom. The hand that was stroking his dick returned to wrap itself around the shaft while he used his teeth and the other free hand to tear open the condom, rolling it on smoothly. "I don't like to play games, Zoey, but one thing I hate is to get led on when she doesn't really mean it. I'm just a mere mortal, and there's a level to which I can hold my restraint. I'm going to ask you one last time. Do you truly want this?" He asked, gently, and as

ZOEY She went home feeling victorious. On top of the world. It was nice seeing his reaction to getting a taste of his own medicine. The tables had turned fully in her favour, and she was loving every bit of this. On the train back home, she was conflicted, going to her blocked contacts, her thumb hovering over the unblock button for so long. She was actually thinking about it. Yes, he’d sent her ten thousand pounds, and that was a lot of money. Still, it literally wouldn’t cut it. He insulted her cognitive abilities just because she was begging him to fuck her. Deciding that what he did was too much, she shook her head ‘no’, and decided that today was not the day to unblock him. Would the day ever come? She wasn’t sure. She got off the train, and branched at the regular restaurant she ordered that takeout she had come to love, trying to arrange the order of things she would do as soon as she got back to the apartment. Once back, she took a shower, headed to the kitchen and