روايات وقصص ضمن Academy's Undercover Professor Novel 353

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

My brain tried to find another meaning, another explanation, but there wasn’t one. “What the hell?” I whispered, the book nearly slipping from my fingers. “That’s what happens when you get strike three,” Professor River said, voice unnervingly calm. “And given your… impressive history of outbursts, I’d say you’re already halfway there.” I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw the book back at him and tell him I wasn’t some experiment, some cursed monster to be studied and put down like a rabid dog. But I didn’t. Because at that moment, I realized exactly what Moondusk Academy was. Not a school. Not a sanctuary.

Voicemail. "Pick up," I whimpered, clutching my stomach. I felt like I was going to puke. I could still feel the ache between my legs, a throbbing reminder of the betrayal. I had sold him out for a lie. I was a Judas. A pathetic, spiteful Judas. The cab pulled up to the faculty housing, the quiet, upscale units where the professors stayed during the week. It was too quiet. No security guards in sight, no students lingering. Just the low hum of the crickets and the orange glow of the porch lights.

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

As though a wolfless omega being publicly crushed beneath hierarchy was not injustice at all, but simply the natural order correcting itself. “Well,” Professor Vance said at last, adjusting the sleeves of his coat while glancing toward the dispersing crowd, “I believe that unpleasant distraction resolves itself. Let this serve as a reminder regarding the consequences of academic misconduct. We will now proceed with final candidate confirmation for the Elite Combat and Leadership Squad.” “The assembly is dismissed.” My voice cut quietly across the courtyard, yet the weight behind the words landed heavily enough to silence the remaining whispers almost instantly. Professor Vance frowned toward

Every headline is a new blow. [OXFORD STUDENT EXPELLED AFTER SCANDAL WITH PROFESSOR] [15,000 PIONEERS OF TRUTH: HERE'S HOW A PETITION SET THE STANDARD AGAINST SEXUAL PRIVILEGES IN HIGHER EDUCATION] [IMOGEN DARCY, DANTE'S SALVATORE MISTRESS OR MODERN DAY EXPRESSION OF A SEXUALLY DESPERATE STUDENT]

His face was flushed and he was almost breathless. “Class,” I answered, watching impatiently as he tried to catch his breath. “What's wrong with you?” “Class? You don't have a class to teach today,” he pointed out, frowning. “Yeah. Milgram gave me her period to use. What do you want? I'm heading home now.” “No,” he said, then he shut the door and moved closer to me. “Have you heard the rumors going around?” “What rumors?” “I overheard two girls talking about a professor having an affair with a student and your name was mentioned,” he explained, looking at me as if he believed what he had heard.

"She spent her last three days before she vanished researching the academy’s original layout. She found a blind spot in the basement floorboards." Adrian stepped past us toward the iron gate. He didn't touch the glowing red runes directly. He raised his hand, and a thin, precise layer of blue frost coated the bars, completely freezing the magical alarm system. The red glow dimmed and died. He pulled the gate open, the hinges moving silently in the cold. "The frost will only keep the alarm dead for ten minutes," Adrian warned, looking down into the pitch-black staircase leading underground. "Move." We hurried down the narrow stone stairs, the air getting colder and thicker with every step. Th