《My Ruthless Professor 》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

"Merciful heavens, Non... you executed a frantic sprint across the residence merely to present an inquiry of that nature?" She immediately wrapped her arm around my trembling frame, systematically guiding my steps toward a dining chair. "Come, anchor your frame here for a moment. Mbok shall procure a glass of water to stabilize you."I desperately regulated my erratic breathing while awaiting Mbok Parti’s return. My internal network was practically vibrating with an unbearable impatience to decode the solution. Yet conversely, a parallel wave of acute horror paralyzed my system. What catastrophic wreckage would manifest if my dark hypotheses proved to be entirely valid? I possessed zero psychological capacity to visualize a scenario where the ruthless professor who had repeatedly violated the sanctity of my flesh sat enthroned upon a matrimonial stage alongside my own closest companion."Here you are, Non. Consume this immediately," Mbok Parti requested, presenti

"Isn't... isn't he one of the tenured academic advisors from our university ecosystem?" Roy whispered directly into the contour of my ear, his breath warm against my skin.I permitted my gaze to subtly drift toward Mr. Jefri. His facial architecture remained entirely rigid, locking into that signature, flat countenance he routinely displayed within institutional perimeters. Stationed directly behind his frame were two masculine entities who mirrored his professional presentation, each meticulously wrapped in high-grade corporate suits punctuated by structural neckties. By all visual metrics, it appeared Mr. Jefri was actively executing external corporate maneuvers away from his university office. Yet... what exact mathematical probability governed such a devastatingly precise coincidence?I shifted my lips closer to the perimeter of Roy’s ear, reciprocating the low-register transmission. "He is my primary thesis advisor.""Is that the unadulterated truth?"

"Erika!" Roy’s distinctive vocal register suddenly fractured the heavy silence directly behind my spine. I executed an immediate, automatic pivot of my torso. "Roy. What precise strategic calculation brought you down this service corridor?" "The timeline of your absence was expanding to an absolute eternity," he answered, his boots executing a rapid, high-velocity stride to close the physical margin between us. "I initiated multiple consecutive telephone transmissions to your device, yet you systematically refrained from accepting the connection." He halted his progress directly before my frame, releasing a long, heavily burdened exhalation. "A profound wave of anxiety hijacked my system. Consequently... I evacuated my position to launch a physical search for your coordinates." I extracted the mobile device from the recesses of my designer handbag to audit the digital interface. The data points verified his claim c

Mr. Jefri. He stood with his spine locked into an unyielding, military-grade posture, his facial architecture frozen into a chilling visage—anchoring a thoroughly cynical, bitter glare directly onto my coordinates."Mr. Jefri?" I murmured beneath my breath, keeping my legs in motion to preserve our outward momentum.Roy conversely accelerated his physical velocity, tightening his grasp around my fingers as he callously navigated our path past Mr. Jefri’s position without offering a single word of recognition. He marched with his chin significantly lowered, which systematically precluded him from registering the reality of the academic advisor anchored near the automated glass thresholds. Conversely, Mr. Jefri’s diagnostic gaze relentlessly tracked the geometric line of my transit alongside Roy. For a volatile microsecond, our lines of sight detonated into a direct, high-impact collision. He remained precisely like a petrified monument as my frame swep

While his powerful digits systematically compressed the vulnerabilities of my breast architecture, Mr. Jefri’s lips maintained a relentless, high-frequency barrage of burning kisses sweeping from the column of my nape down toward the slope of my shoulder line. The baseline psychological revulsion I had initially harbored against the hostile, uninhibited nature of his physical coercion began to undergo a complete structural mutation; with the expansion of the timeline, my system conversely initiated a deep, visceral transition into absolute gratification. Specifically, the exact microsecond the coarse, tailored topography of his facial stubble began to tickle the sensitive surface of my posterior skin network, my internal matrix suffered a severe wave of intense arousal, triggering a rapid, slick overflow of moisture within my lower passages. "What exact status does your intellect assign to my profile within your life?" I questioned, my respiratory cadence