Butters As Professor Chaos Novels & Stories

From her personality, she looks like a rich girl. "My name is Zaviyaar Khan. You can call me professor. Other than that, I don't like any names. I don't like any fun or misbehaviour in class. If anyone tries to, then later on he/she won't take the class. Let's start the session today with the introduction of the subject." Zaviyaar folded the cuffs of his arms and powered on his laptop. Along with it, he connected his laptop to the projector. Slight noises of whispers were circulating in the class.

“Not until you tell me you’re not using him as bait.” Elliott’s jaw clenched. “I’m not the one who just tried to sell him out.” The video looped again my voice begging, “Please, Professor fuck me raw.” The room went silent except for that. Then Marcus laughed from the floor, blood on his lip. “Too late,” he wheezed. “It’s already uploading.” My world tilted. And in that frozen second, I realized: I’d just lost everything

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 almost smiled at him but I caught myself before I could do that. “As I was saying, before I was interrupted," the man started, staring directly at me, “my ways of teaching are quite different from anything you're used to. I tend to get.. intense, at times. For those who just joined us, my name is Professor Matthews and I would be taking you Advanced Literature. Brace yourselves, guys, because there is no room for slackers in any class of mine.” All through his teaching, I was unable to take my eyes off of him. He had a way of capturing people's attention and he could have had mine all day without any interruption.

As he said that, Professor Morgan nodded his head towards the direction of the tree where the neon-colored fruits were hanging. "Hello there sweet lad and lass, come and greet my class." Professor Morgan said to no one in particular. The students stared at each other and they saw the same confused expression reflecting on their faces. They took another look at their Beasticology teacher, this time with doubt in their eyes. Last time, they saw him tossing around a bunch of Bubble Fruits in an empty space. But that is not exactly an empty space, it is just that he was feeding the invisible Cupid's Pony. But this action of his almost leads the entire class to initially took him as a lunatic. No

I chuckled, staring at her. Such a cutie pie she is! I moved my eyes from her to professor Zain. I saw him writing something on the whiteboard with a marker. He's looking hot from behind too. I laughed inside myself. I'm seriously crazy. So what, the whole world is crazy. I'm not alone crazy in this world. It's normal to be crazy. If you want to survive in this world, you have to be a bit crazy. He turned toward the class and sauntered toward the table. "So today's topic is A Turning point of your life." He told, leaning against the table. He kept his hand over the table and crossed his legs.

Ring' by Chad, and it just felt different. "I just spaced out. I'm sorry." "It's okay," Chad said. He backed away and said to the class, "Remember, if you are in my class. Only focus of my discussions…." He looked at Ethan. "…Only think of me." He heard the girls giggle. Sure, he was a very hot professor; even Ethan cannot deny that. Being a businessman in his bakery shop suits him, even a manager suits him, and now, even a professor, it suits him! Whatever position that Chad holds, all he thinks is that it suits him.

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

However, since the students were engrossed in the unfolding drama and there was a lot of noise, they didn't immediately notice that the door had opened and someone had entered the cafeteria. The people who had entered the cafeteria were two Professor's: Professor Roberto and a female professor, Matilda. With a sharp clearing of her throat, professor Matilda's commanding voice echoing through the chaos, "Enough! What on earth is going on here?" The sudden interruption caused a momentary pause in the fight between Josh and Brian's minions, as both Josh and Brian's minions turned their attention towards the authoritative figure who had entered the scene.

The difference between the laughing professor and the one standing here right now was so great that Mane would have believed that his examiner had been swapped if he hadn’t seen it happen directly. Standing just ten feet away from the Supreme was the wily professor. He was no longer in casual wear, nor did he have his genial smile on his face. You see, the professor’s head was encased by a helmet that was shaped like a bee’s head, and attached to his back were insect wings. His entire frame was engulfed by the tough exoskeleton that belonged to our winged friends, and his lower limbs had morphed entirely into insect legs. Around the professor were three large wasps – wasps, not bees. They we