Academy's Undercover Professor Novels & Stories

*placing the file on the table* (D) Is there anything else for me to do? (***) No, You can leave for now. ----------------------------------------- Hearing that the person who placed the folder went out shutting the door behind him leaving the woman in her thoughts. ----------------------------------------- (***) What type of person are you, Mr Mile? ----------------------------------------- Saying that she turned around exposing herself to us. Many of you must have already identified her. She is none other than Vineet Wright, the nerdy goody two shoes. She is not what she behaves like but the exact opposite.

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.

LACE “A Kegel?” He nods. My professor is not the shy nerd he used to be in the classroom. It is like he has two different sides. And he is comfortable in both sides. And I cannot expatiate on how much of a turn on this is for me. I am a woman on a mission though. I am done hiding in the shadows. “ can you show me.” A raised brow in question. He legs are perfectly crossed, his shirt first two buttons are undone and i can see a little bit of tanned skin. His hair is pleasantly dishevelled. This is a new development as this was not how I left him back at the classroom.

Maya was tiny, but she could body a linebacker if pissed off enough. We walked to the lecture hall. I kept my head down. My heart still felt like it had been wrung out and hung to dry. Inside, people were whispering. Not about the fight. Something else. “Did you hear about the new prof?” “Yeah, I think he’s teaching Trial Advocacy.” “He’s supposed to be fine.” “Girl, I saw a picture. He’s giving... big dick energy.” Maya perked up. “New professor?” She slid into her seat next to me and pulled out her phone. “Hold on, let me check the group chat.”

“Don’t worry, babe. We’ll get you deflowered before finals.” The other girls giggled like hyenas, and I wanted to melt into the carpet. “Actually,” Miranda chimed in, “I heard it’s not just the guys. Apparently Weston has… really hot professors.” “Ohhh, now we’re talking,” Kelly purred. “Details, bitch, don’t hold out.” Miranda leaned forward, whispering. “There’s this one—Professor Hale. Teaches English Lit. He’s only, like, thirty? Everyone says he’s tall, dark, tattoos under his shirts, the whole package.”

I was wrong. You see, I had grown close to the Celestial Emperor’s children in the time that I spent here. Shanxi, Peter, and Anna were especially receptive of me. Sharon and Sarong were more difficult to befriend for obvious reasons, but in time they too let their guards down and considered me a friend. From them I learned something. The professors who had come this time were not beyond the average rating in the God Academies! Grandmaster Yue Lao and Grandmaster Cairo were in the lower rankings in emperor Academy, but the other professors were all in the middle ranks. The only person who was in the upper ranks was Professor Stern. Apparently, for academies like God king, Emperor, and King’s

Before the professor can melt into the shadows, Ryder strips his gloves and helmet, shoving them at a equipment manager, and sprints down the tunnel, his skates clacking harshly against the concrete. He catches Adrian just as he reaches the heavy metal doors leading to the parking lot. "Professor," Ryder calls out, his voice raspy from shouting plays on the ice. Adrian freezes, his hand hovering over the push bar. He turns, and for a split second, his mask of academic composure slips, his eyes widening as they rake over Ryder’s sweaty, disheveled form. He doesn't say a word, just nods stiffly, a flush creeping up his neck, before pushing the door open and disappearing into the night. Ryder g

frustration thickened his voice. Marcus frowned harder in confusion, “What the hell do you mean?” Cedric leaned back against the couch, “Dude, I almost got exposed! Killian Salvatore is the king?!” he spat “He’s a professor at the National University! Same department as me! If he caught even a glimpse of me at that party, I’m dead. I’m sure he was undercover!” Marcus smirked a chuckle, crossing his arms. “So you were right under the king’s nose the whole time, and crying for a connection to take his place?” He laughed loud enough to make Cedric glare at him.

Martial cultivator affairs were not easily explained to academics. "Ah, it must be related to the earthquake earlier," the professor deduced, recalling the tremors that nearly trapped them in the tunnel. While they conversed, Adrian hurried over eagerly. "Professor, if this is a palace, think of the treasures!" "Adrian, we're not treasure hunters nor grave robbers," the professor chided firmly, his tone stern. "I apologize, Professor," Adrian muttered, chastened. Seizing the moment, the professor launched into a lecture about professional ethics and the sanctity of archaeological work, reminiscing about his youth.

“We took it upon ourselves because, well… Vaynes have their pride. And even if we hadn’t, someone else would have investigated them eventually. So why wait?” “I see.” She nods, her expression sharpening with thought. “What do you know so far? Maybe I can help with what I know.” “That’d actually be helpful,” I admit, steering us out of the parking lot. “My uncle started tracking the pill’s trail after his son died. His search led him to the Academy, but I was the only one young enough to go undercover, so I volunteered.” “Okay.” “I followed several leads,” I continue, tapping my fingers lightly against the steering wheel, “but they all fizzled out. There was this one student. I had to capture