Semua Bab MY PROFESSOR'S FILTHY GIRL : Bab 1 - Bab 7

The lecture hall smelled of old wood, dry paper, and the faint buzz of nervous freshmen. Mia Sinclair didn’t belong among the nervous ones. At twenty-one and in her final year, she had already aced every literature course that mattered. But this one was different. This one had Professor Adrian Vale. She arrived early and took the exact center seat in the front row, crossing her long, toned legs so her short black pleated skirt rode dangerously high on her thighs. Her white blouse was tailored tight, the top buttons undone just enough to show the soft swell of her full breasts and the delicate black lace bra underneath. She wanted him to notice. She *needed* him to notice. When Adrian Vale entered the room, the air shifted. He was six-foot-three of pure authority—broad shoulders filling out a crisp charcoal waistcoat and white shirt, dark wavy hair with silver threading the temples, and piercing grey-blue eyes that scanned the room like a predator assessing prey. At thirty-seven,

The university library’s restricted upper floor was nearly deserted by 9 PM. Only the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional creak of old wooden shelves broke the silence. Mia had claimed a corner table in the rare books section, surrounded by towering stacks that smelled of dust, leather, and aged paper. Her laptop was open to notes on *Delta of Venus*, but her mind was elsewhere—specifically on the thick load of Professor Vale’s cum still faintly leaking into the fresh pair of panties she’d changed into after his office. She crossed her legs, feeling the soreness between them, and smiled to herself. Footsteps echoed from the end of the aisle. Adrian appeared between the shelves like a shadow, carrying a small stack of reference books. He froze when he saw her. “Miss Sinclair,” he said tightly, voice low enough not to carry. “This is not a good idea.” Mia leaned back in her chair, letting her short skirt ride up. “I’m just studying, Professor. You’re the one who came

The campus was already on fire by the time Mia left the lecture hall. Word traveled faster than she could walk. Students she barely knew shot her sidelong glances, whispered behind their hands, and pulled out their phones the second she passed. By the time she reached the quad, her name was buzzing on half a dozen group chats she wasn’t even in. “Did you hear? Professor Vale and a senior…” “Lucas Grant lost his shit in class…” “She’s been fucking him for extra credit, obviously.” Mia kept her head high, jaw tight, but her stomach twisted into knots. The short skirt and confident strut that had felt powerful yesterday now made her feel exposed. She pulled her sweater tighter around herself and hurried toward the dorms. Sophie was waiting outside their building, arms crossed, blonde ponytail swinging as she paced. The moment she spotted Mia, she grabbed her arm and dragged her inside and up the stairs without a word. The second their dorm room door shut, Sophie exploded. “What

Mia stared at the ceiling of her childhood bedroom until the first gray light of dawn crept through the heavy curtains. Sleep had been impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, the grainy photo burned behind her eyelids — her body arched against the library shelves, Adrian’s powerful frame dominating her, his hand wrapped possessively around her throat in the heat of passion. The caption “cumslut” mocked her in Lucas’s crude handwriting. One wrong move and everything would explode. She had lied so convincingly to her parents the night before. They had bought it — or at least pretended to — and her father had already started making calls to the Dean’s office, leveraging his donor status to frame the entire situation as a harassment case by a jealous ex. But Mia knew the truth was far more fragile. Evidence like that photo could destroy Adrian’s career in hours. She couldn’t sit and wait for her parents’ influence to work. She had to confront the source herself. After a tense break