Academy's Undercover Professor Novel 353 の小説・ストーリー

Now she'd have to pair up with a stupid ass for a fucking project. According to her. "Amanda Andrews and Aaron Walker" A long blonde girl smiled at her partner. "Austin Parker and Ariana Bliss." Hearing her name, Ariana sank into her chair. "God I'm cursed. " She muttered. "And you two are working on the reason for pre-marital sex." "Shit." She cursed out. "Mind your words miss Bliss. The project is to be submitted on Friday." She said and the final bell rang. Ari arranged her stuff and went to meet Austin who was beaming at her.

the professor wasted no time and changed his laboratory robe into a more formal garb. The professor lived in the middle of the desert of an undisclosed location which only to his trusted allies knows as one can never be too careful nowadays. As technology gets better so did the tools for death such a laser guns and invisible assassins. The professor felt that his safety must be assured completely leaving no margin of error in his security as he lived underground in a secret bunker for extra guarantee. "I tried but your phone was not online professor. You're an hour behind." Celeste told the professor in a respectful manner.

The room was full, and she went to her normal seat and took out her notebook and was ready to take notes while she listened half-heartedly to the professor drone on and on. When the class was over, she overheard some of the students in the back of her as they rated the professors on the campus. When Max was brought up, all of the girls sighed and said the same things. That he was too proper, but he was the sexiest of everyone who taught there. That was when the girls all made a bet. They were going to through themselves at him and see who ended it up with him. A rush of jealously ran through Deanna, and she was mad.

"But for now, I need to focus. Keep my head in the game." "Then let's strategize," Lizzie declared, determination igniting within her. "Let's make sure that the following task comes next, we're ready for it. Together." "Together," I echoed, the single word a pact sealed between us. As we dove into our plans, I clung to the connection we shared, letting it anchor me in the storm that was sure to come. The Revenge Club's latest directive was a daring and challenging one. "Expose the underbelly of academia," they had said, words cloaked in righteousness. Professor George Grant, whose scales of grading tipped not by merit but by the weight of one's lineage, was to be my quarry.

Jennifer's POV I thought my professor would have turned me down just like every other time, but today he stood still with desires in his eyes, and I knew he wanted it just like I do. “Did you want my help, Professor?” I asked, as I circled my hand around his pants, and before he knew it, I had thrashed his pants to the side, leaving me with only his brief, which was a moment from ripping apart. “I…I'm shameless; how could I do this with you after what you went through—” he was saying, but I stopped his words as I kissed his cock through the brief.

Professor Runn: Tapping my holo-display, I open the email Headmaster Noah sent, and a video starts playing. "Attention all professors," he starts. In the video, I notice the headmaster is armed with his axe, a sword, and a bow with arrows. "Something is wrong with the academy's shield. They're failing." I turn my head and look out my window. The headmaster is right. The academy's shield flickers on and off, sparking, fizzling, and smoking. A few minutes later, the shield turns off and the academy is exposed.

Zaviyaar, who was just stepping into the class, noticed this scene and clenched his jaw. The whole class turned into silent mode on Zaviyaar's arrival as the anger spread on his face was enough to make everyone mum. “It seems today the professor fought with his wife before coming to the university.” Amaar spoke, chuckling to her. Sensing the dangerous aura of Zaviyaar, Anaaya pinched Amaar on his arm. “Keep your mouth shut….if you don't want the professor to kick you out of the class, so keep your nonsense jokes to himself.” They both were gossiping with each other in a whisper.

Airin shrieked as her backside hit the hard lobby floor. "Sorry, I..." A man who accidentally bumped into Airin apologized, extending his hand to help. However, he was stunned when he saw who the woman he accidentally collided with was. "Airin?" "Mr. Fachri?" They exclaimed simultaneously, both shocked by each other's presence at the hotel at such an unusual hour. Fachri, one of her professors at the university, was undoubtedly surprised to find one of his students at the hotel. At dawn, no less, wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

“Like, how is someone’s relationship your business? I could be dating a cow for all I cared and it won’t still be your business.” “That is what I don’t understand either. If this person thought it was just inappropriate, they’d have gone to the school board first but they didn’t. They want something.” “Yeah, to blackmail you obviously.” I could almost see Alyssa roll her eyes. “But for what? I don’t have anything. I’m as poor as poor can get.” “Jared’s fucking rich.” I sat up on my bed and brought up my knees to my chest. “Not a lot of people know that. He’s a professor. That’s not the first thing that comes to anyone’s mind. Doesn’t that narrow the list?” It felt like we were closing in on

He draped the jacket over my shoulders, “I should probably take advantage right? Graze them accidentally, rip the shirt and gaze at them. All accidents of course.” “Everyone is back at the house. They’ve asked us to pick up lunch.” My professor tells us. His eyes are jump from my chest to my face. Then to Leo's hands on my arms, dangerously close to my tits. My professor coughs loudly. But Leo's hands do not budge. “Got something stuck in your throat professor?” I ask as innocently as I can muster. Leo’s hands slide up a bit, “Yes, professor, do you have something stuck in your throat?”