Academy's Undercover Professor Novel 353 Novels & Stories

he said. I stepped them apart. The position opened my pussy to the room. I was already wet. Shame and heat mixed low in my belly. Three months ago I was closing deals in glass towers. Now I stood naked in front of three strangers while the most feared professor at the Academy decided if I was worth keeping. Dickson stopped in front of me. “Hands behind your head. Arch your back. Present those tits.”

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.

I could still feel the panic that seized me when Professor Green looked directly at me and demanded I defend the manuscript. “Breathe, Miss Sandy,” Professor Vance said soothingly from behind his desk, breaking through the storm of humiliation raging inside my head. “The situation has already been handled. The courtyard is empty now.” I lifted my eyes toward him sharply. “She humiliated me,” I snapped, setting the glass down harder than intended against the polished desk surface. “That omega stood in front of the entire university and accused me publicly like I was some common criminal.” Vance sighed patiently, folding his hands together across the desk.

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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

As for Ari, her lip twitched up in a small smile but comes back down before anyone could notice. "Hello class, today I've got a surprise for you all. It's pop quiz day. " He said and majority of the class groaned including the canvas guy. "I'm Austin, by the way. " He smiled. "Ariana." She replied. Maybe he isn't as stupid as the rest of them. Wait. What?! ****************** The bell rang and the students didn't listen to what the substitute teacher was saying anymore but packed their stuffs and themselves out of the class.

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.

"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.