All Chapters of A TASTE OF SIN WITH THE PROFESSOR: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

23 Chapters

Not interested with sleeping with girls

Hello my lovelies,Thank you for picking up this story. I’m so glad to have you here and I hope you enjoy every twist and turn along the way.Before we begin, a gentle heads-up: this is a boy love (BL) romance..One male lead is dominant and the other one is more effeminate in manner and personality. If that pairing isn’t to your taste, please proceed with care or maybe save this one for later.If you’re ready for emotional tension, chemistry, and a rollercoaster of feelings… let’s dive in.....BLAIR'S POV"Man, you need to get laid before you go,""Everyone can see that. You're practically fricking radiating stress and obviously that stress is not academic or financial," Eric said, leaning back in his chair and waving his glass dramatically as the pulsing neon lights of the club washed over his face.I felt my face burn as both my friends stared at me waiting for me to reply, their expectant expressions illuminated by the dim, flickering strobe. My palms were damp, and I rubbed them

Last Updated : 2026-07-22

Wrong pronunciation

BLAIR’S POVOn Monday morning, I woke up feeling anxious. New school, new friends, new teachers, new everything. It was all super overwhelming.Just two nights ago, I had moved into my apartment near Durham University. The flight to get here had been long and tiring, but the excitement of starting this new chapter kept me awake.This early morning, I managed to eat a slice of toast and drink some chamomile tea before walking out the door, my laptop inside my tote bag. The weather was decent except for the wind, which made my spiky hair look a mess. It was only a 20‑minute walk to Durham University, though, so I hurried my pace.Durham University of Fine Arts came into view when I turned a corner. It was stunning. The old yellowing stone, the tall buildings, the cobbled sidewalk, the big trees lining the pathway to the entrance. It really did look like a convent from the outside, but the many students walking towards the gate at 8:30 in the morning made it quite clear this was no conve

Last Updated : 2026-07-22

Challenging him

"Mr. De Montmorency, since you have already given us a piece of your mind, why won't you go first?"Professor Reynolds’s words rattled in my head. My immediate reaction was to pull my eyes away from him, but I quickly looked back at him. Of course, he wanted to humiliate me further. Luckily for me, I was more than prepared to speak about the paper. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me fail."Sure," I said confidently, my eyes meeting his. He put his weight on his right leg, folding his bulging arms across his wide chest, giving me permission to speak."Ames-Lewis affirms that early Renaissance artists like Da Vinci and Raphael were engaged in a rapidly increasing intellectualization of artistic activity—a combination of classical and literary influences and technical developments that advanced the visual arts (primarily painting and sculpture, of course) and created a sophisticated elite who legitimately claimed the elevated social status of practitioners of establ

Last Updated : 2026-07-22

Embarrassing him

Today was going to be a good day.After lunch, at around 2 PM, I'd have my first Painting practical lesson. The teacher had allocated the class into smaller groups of 10 students, making it a workshop. On Monday, Maddox had shown me the art studio designated for students, and I was so excited to finally paint there with the guidance of a master of the craft.Professor Agnes Sminton (she insisted we called her by her first name) was a petit woman in her mid-forties. She looked harmless in her long dress and sandals, but appearances can be deceiving. She was one of the most celebrated artists working at Durham. It was truly a dream to be coached by her.She told us that, for her course, she didn't want us to paint in a specific style or movement, she didn't want us to check off techniques as if it were a shopping list. All she wanted was for us to produce a cohesive body of work that showcased a variety of genres, themes, ideas, mediums. She wanted us to perfect our own personal style,

Last Updated : 2026-07-22

Want to see your drawing

"No need, Professor Agnes. I behave in the lessons that I actually enjoy," I retorted, annoyed.My professors exchanged looks."Well, I'll pack up then," said Professor Agnes, making her way to her desk, ready to leave. I thought Dr Reynolds was leaving too, but instead he approached me and looked at my drawings."What's that supposed to be, a tree?" he spat. I sneered."What do you know about Art, Professor Felix? You teach Art History. One thing is to teach about what other artists have done, another is to actually do it yourself.""You should probably stick to drawing desks, Mr De Montmorency," he said, moving away."Who says I haven't already?"He furrowed his eyebrows, the veins of his neck popping slightly. "You actually did it?"I cleared my throat. "Yeah. Why are you so surprised, Professor? It was good practice."He was silent for a few moments, deep in thought. My stomach turned into knots as silence fell between us.What the hell was happening to me?"I want to see it," he

Last Updated : 2026-07-22

His apology

He reached for my upper arm, halting my stride. His touch wasn't harsh or hard, just solid. He kept me in place. "What happened back there?"I turned to him, my mouth in the shape of an "o". What happened? Was he seriously asking?"Dr Reynolds, with all due respect, but are you fucking kidding me?""Language, De Montmorency," he said gravely, but I cut him short."You ask me to come here, to your office, at this hour, to show you a painting I did outside of the academic context, when you're not even my art teacher, just to smear in my face how terrible it is?"He let go of my arm. Maybe my speech made something click in his brain."How do you think that made me feel? You aren't even a painter! This was just mean. And I won't apologize for disagreeing with you, what you said wasn't constructive criticism, at all."He was silent, my voice echoing in the deserted entrance hall."I came after you because I forgot to say a few things."He said, his hand reaching the back pocket of his pant

Last Updated : 2026-08-05

Can't stop thinking about him

FELIX'S POVWhat the fuck was wrong with me?What the actual fuck was I doing?It all started with a stupid joke about his name. A harmless joke to lighten the mood of that tense class.I wasn't expecting the boy to bite back the way he did.I wasn't expecting him to reply with the exact same energy and not get instantly offended.I wasn't expecting to like it so much.I don't know how it got so out of control. The banter, the sarcasm, the rude remarks. All of it was inappropriate and we both knew it. Fuck, he even said it to my face when he was explaining to me why he had blurred lines in his painting.Oh, and then there was the painting.I purposefully left it in my office. I didn't want to bring it home that night because I knew I'd think of him and how much of an ass I was.I guess I didn't need the painting to remind myself of that, unfortunately.I parked my car in my garage. I checked the time as I took the elevator to the apartment. Almost 9 P.M. Just in time to cook something

Last Updated : 2026-08-06

The artist

BLAIR'S POVProfessor Reynolds asked me not to talk about it, and I'd respect that. Even though he didn't deserve my secrecy after how terrible he made me feel, if I told Maddox, I was sure he would be annoyed.The next morning, I had the useless Contemporary Art Thought and Practice course, and lo and behold, like I predicted, the syllabus was entirely composed of guest speakers talking about their most recent art projects. Maddox was also in this class, and he rolled his eyes at how pretentious this whole charade was."They just want to give their artist friends some clout..."He commented. I had to agree with him, although I was trying to be open minded. One good thing about this was that I could see what other up-and-coming artists were working on, see how they navigated the Art world, get some tips on the right people to keep around, and ultimately grow my network."Our guest for our first lecture is a very special person to me," our lecturer, Dr Turner, said. "He is an alumnus o

Last Updated : 2026-08-08

fantasies

FELIX'S POV"I'm a fraud. Everyone is gonna see that I'm a fraud." Gary said through the line, desperately. I could picture him pacing back and forth, his head gleaming with sweat.I was on my way to Kingston Museum. I had promised Gary I'd be there earlier with him for support. He was completely losing it."Kent, listen to me, will you shut the fuck up man? No one thinks that of you." I tried to instill some sense in him."Felix so many people are gonna be here. The press is gonna be here, they'll ask me all sort of absurd questions like 'when did you start painting?' and 'when did you know you were an artist?' and shit like that.""And you're going to answer with decorum and respect." I said, my voice calm. I had to transmit him my calmness, even though I was a little nervous for him.This was huge for his career. He couldn't fuck it up."Ah shit..." he sighed on the phone. "Are you on your way?""Of course, I just turned on Denver Avenue.""Great great, that's good." He exhaled, hi

Last Updated : 2026-08-11

So drunk

BLAIR’S POVI had to go to the bathroom to freshen up. The moment Dr Reynolds approached me, my body temperature rose to a dangerous level. I could feel sweat on the back of my neck and tapped it with a dampened tissue paper.Whenever Professor Reynolds was around, I felt weird like my chest tightened and my mind raced for no good reason. It wasn’t about attraction or being gay. I wasn’t gay. Back home, my parents used to call me effeminate because I never wanted to sleep with girls like they expected. But that didn’t mean I liked guys either. I just was who I was.But damn, why the hell did the professor always look at me like that? Sometimes I thought he might be gay. Maybe that’s why his eyes lingered on me longer than usual.Do you think you look good in that suit tonight? Do you think you're all grown up?"Fuck!" I exclaimed, slamming my hand on the marble counter of the sink."What's wrong?" Asked Maddox as he came out from one of the stalls."Knocked myself ." I said, concealin

Last Updated : 2026-08-11

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