Romans & histoires Academy Undercover Professor Novel Indo

Jerson mocked. “Fuck you!” Alec shouted. “Anyway, the academy you are part of seemed like something fishy was going on. That prestigious academy must be doing something behind its outstanding education to maintain its name. The Professors had their students educated privately, but after the session, students, mostly girls, were wrecked. Their performances were low, but their ranks were high. The study session seemed like a cover-up to hide the crime. This picture from footage also added to my suspicion,” Alec gave Jerson the pictures. From the images, a man in a black suit entered a building, and the next one to join was the teacher and the student. “I checked the man in the background image

It was another massive flood, filling me up, a hot rush that spilled out around where we were joined, dripping onto the desk below with soft, wet sounds. He collapsed over me, his weight pressing me into the wood, his breath hot on my neck. We stayed like that, joined, panting, covered in sweat and cum. His dick was still buried in me. I still couldn’t believe it, I had fucked my Professor, I mean I just fucked Professor Reed in his office. He leaned close to my ear. “Looks like your story just got a sequel.”

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.

Eddie is one of the nerds in our class, and I don't think we have spoken as much to each other until these days. “Yes, and I think you might want to see this.” He stuttered as he handed me an iPad, and I wondered what he had to show me, but the content shocked me to the bone. “Is this—” I trailed off as I looked at the video of the professor and Jennifer fucking each other in the supplier room, and I was shocked. I watched the video intently, and my toast got dampened as I watched the professor's huge cock plunging in and out of Jennifer while she moaned loudly.

He put a hand under her chin and gently tilted her head, gazing down at her until she met his eyes. “So, ice cream?” Noah asked. Nodding eagerly, Genevieve answered with a wide grin, “Yes,” ******* At three on the dot, Rhodes drove the couple to Joyful Learning academy, and Noah held Genevieve's hand laced with his, feeling way less stressed than before. But the closer they got to Leo's school, a new emotion overwhelmed him. With fear and concern, Noah glared at the sight of different media reporters crowding the entrance as they stood outside the gates with pieces of equipment, looking out on the road.

I nodded pleasantly. “Sir, can we see the gift?” the voice was from the front row. “Why not?” The HOD tore-off the colour insulation before opening the box with impetuous fingers. What happened next was like the frequent power-cuts in my native village. In a flash, the smile and the benevolence went out of the professor’s face. At that moment I knew that something had gone wrong terribly. There was pin-drop silence in the classroom. The Head of the Department raised his head to glare at me. The fierce look had the potential to reduce this simple and humble Indian student to the status of that simple and humble cockroach I had encountered inside the urinal of the New Delhi railway station.

Someone difficult to find ~But you never know what fate has in store for you. Just then as the professor was about to speak the door burst open and there stood a guy in blue jeans and a white v-necked t-shirt wearing a silver cross dangling around his neck, stone-cold dark brown eyes, and no emotion on his face. Adrian Smirnov "Just in time, come in". The professor said.

The fun has just begun, just wait and watch, Anu. Anu: Vikas? Vikas, I'll never date him in my dream even. He is not my type. Inaya: Oh stupid girl, I'm talking about our hottie professor. Anu: What? Really? I chuckled because she is coming into my trap. Inaya: Yup. I really like him a lot. Will you help me? I'm loving it. Anu: You idiot. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Oh my god, she's believing me. I'm laughing loudly, covering my mouth with my palm.

My breath caught as I typed his name into the search bar: Professor Black. His account was private, but his profile picture…God, that picture was enough to undo me. His face was in profile, strong jawline catching the light. The first two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing just enough of his chest. And there, peeking from the collarbone, black ink twisted into a tattoo.

What’s the point? Before I can spiral further, the door swings open and the room falls silent. Dean Whitmore strides in, her heels clicking against the concrete floor. Beside her stands a man I’ve never seen before. "Everyone, listen up," the dean says, her voice sharp. "Professor Langley was in a car accident last night. He’s stable, but he’ll need time to recover." A murmur ripples through the class. Jessica gasps, clutching her chest like this is a tragedy meant just for her. Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern.