Novel & Cerita Academy's Undercover Professor

He says, annoyance latched to his tone. What's his fucking problem? Tessa holds my hands and nods her head gently. I sigh and we both walk out of the door. "Why does he always keep lecturing?", I grimace. "Maybe he's a lecturer at this Academy?" Tessa replies. "Hmm. Maybe you're right." I think over it. I don't know half of the Proffesors here, except Professor Sheila. That brings me to the point… "What exactly do they teach here?" I ask.

please help! I pretended to have a stomach ache and asked Coach Brian to get me to the medics room. I spotted Uncle Rouge wearing a hat and glasses. Is he on an undercover too? “Hello, Mr. Malcolm. I am Mr. Woods. What is your concern?” He then whispered, “I know your concern, so act natural I will take you to our own restroom here.” The relief washed over me. “I have a stomachache.” I fake coughed and he nodded. He then guided me to the restroom. “I brought your things in advance here so rest assured, go have your shower.”

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

“I know most of you are not familiar with me, but I will officially be taking over this class. My name is Sebastian Hawthorne… You may call me Professor Hawthorne. I'm sure most of you know that up until today your previous professor was just a placeholder until Dean Reeves was available to step in and take over. Due to his untimely death his teaching duties now fall onto me.” I actually hadn’t known that the dean was technically the professor for this class so I definitely did not expect to see Sebastian here. It was also obvious I was one of the few though because whispers immediately started spreading through the room, the female student voices making up most of them. Straining a little I

He showed the pattern of scholarship reviews happening right after students declined job offers, the timing too consistent to be coincidence. The room got quieter. Then Professor James walked onto the stage and the energy shifted completely. She identified herself, stated her credentials, looked directly into the cameras with the same sharp expression she'd used to terrify me in class. "I am a tenured professor at one of Britain's most prestigious universities," she said. Her voice carried across the room without a microphone. "And I was told to fail students or lose my department's funding. Alexander Drake doesn't support education. He corrupts it."

“So I have this frenemy, who is also a student of this school. He’s a nephew of the dean of faculty. He once told me he stumbled upon a contract in the dean’s laptop. It has something to do with you being approved into this school early on. The request was made by the associate professor. You don’t know how lucky you are, girl.” Wait. I thought my early acceptance was weird. But who the hell is this associate professor? “The professor, who is it?” I ask. “You don’t know?” Tory’s voice takes a higher pitch again. Gods, it’s screeching. “He’s a popular scholar in Rockland. Professor Adrian Cole. I thought you knew him.” My fingers still. Everywhere grows quiet. The world pauses again for the f

By the time I reached the dais, my face had returned to its usual stoicism. “Good afternoon, students, and welcome to Nocturne Academy. My name is Professor Elias Grey, and I am pleased to welcome this year’s incoming freshmen and transfer students. I want you all to know that you didn’t choose Nocturne Academy—Nocturne Academy chose you. “For generations, Nocturne Academy has been a sanctuary for those who are extraordinary in unseen ways, and it is a privilege to guide you as your professor, mentor, and fellow seeker of knowledge.

Every word, every image, a carefully designed lie. My chest tightened until it hurt to breathe. Students were whispering louder now. Some pointed. Some shook their heads. Someone snickered. The professor for that class walked in, a briefcase in one hand and coffee in the other. But instead of starting class, he froze mid-step when he caught sight of me. His face fell into a frown — that measured, careful kind professors wear when they don’t know how to handle scandal. “Miss Black,” he said slowly, “perhaps it would be best if you… stepped outside until this matter is resolved.”

~Maddy Class started by 9am but I took extra time to get ready. I entered the class wearing every possible dress code violation. The buttons on my tight top were open exposing my very succulent tits. My skirt was so short that if I bent low enough, you could see just how wet my pussy was. All this was for Professor Wilson, the youngest Professor to teach Econ in Vanguard college. The moment I walked in, the entire room paused. The guys in the back row stopped breathing, and the girls started whispering.