Professor Arc Novels & Stories

“Sure. What do you need?” “I’m interested in Professor Elena Thompson’s lectures,” Ren said smoothly. “She gave a fascinating talk this morning, and I’d like to know if she’s teaching any upcoming seminars or classes that are open to visitors.” The man smiled, clearly pleased by the interest. “Professor Thompson does have a talent for captivating an audience,” he said. “She’s leading a seminar on comparative mythology next week. It’s a bit niche, but if you’re interested in folklore, it’s worth attending.”

I grab the remote, flip to Channel 3. My face fills the screen, a photo from the university website. Then Mateo’s. Then the headline: PROFESSOR’S SECRET STUDIO: STUDENT CLAIMS COERCION IN NUDE MODELING SCANDAL I feel the room spinning. “That’s not…I never claimed…” “Keep watching,” Sofia says. The anchor continues: “In an exclusive interview, an anonymous student alleges Professor Mateo Sandoval of the University of Barcelona created a pattern of inappropriate relationships, using his position to pressure female students into modeling nude for private art projects.”

Everyone got to their feet. An old man said smilingly, "War Legate Draco, I've always been very interested in Gostia and Partingia, but I never had the chance to conduct research on them. Thank you for fulfilling my dream." "This is Professor Steve Vargas, an archaeologist from Southeast University. He's sixty-two and has a vast knowledge of ancient ruins. He's also brought a few students with him," Mya introduced. Adrian said, "Thank you for your service despite your age."

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.

Isa had persistent trouble staying focused the rest of the week. She couldn't tell if she was dreading the approaching Friday... or anticipating it. The size of the class dwindled significantly. Readings were lengthy, assignments rigorous, but Isa found the subject fascinating. And as intimidating as he was, Professor Ashford was a captivating and charismatic lecturer. He was extremely well-versed and knowledgeable in his field, warranting his many accolades and respect amongst peers. The week flew by, Isa almost forgetting about their post-class encounter on the first day...

If he knew all the thoughts running through her head, she would die of embarrassment. “Uhm, uhm,” Terra cleared her throat, drawing Layla’s attention back to her. “Can we get back to the issue at hand?” Her voice had a sharp and irritated edge. Layla knew when someone didn’t want to be where they were, and it was obvious that Terra had the feeling. “That’s right.” Alaric nodded, sitting straighter. “Allow us to reintroduce ourselves. I’m Professor Alaric D’Arcy, and this is Professor Terra Geode, and we would cordially like to invite you to study at Nox-Luminis Academy.”

“Not really. But the way he looked at me when he took off his coat… I swear time stopped. It’s stupid, right? He’s our professor. Cold as ice most days. But there’s something under that. I can feel it.” Zara smirked, lying on her side with her head propped on her hand. “Cold until you show up with your boobs out and legs for days. I saw his face in class. Man nearly dropped his marker. Proud of you for clapping back at Sophia too. That ‘fake tits’ line? Legendary.”

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

he gives back my pen and responds with his adorable boxy smile, and I retrieve my pen to continue to work peacefully. I try to solve all the calculation but ends up struggling with my work and not knowing what to write. "do you need my help?" professor's voice passes through my eyes. He bends over me and one hand gets placed on the back of my chair. I feel it touching me and he's now almost guarding my figure by putting his other hand next to my right hand. I don't like this tension, he's too close to me and I can smell his arousing male fragrance which is making me remember that one night's memories, his touch, his face, his voice, everything about that night.

The student clutched to his chest a half-open backpack with scrolls and a quill sticking out. "Fascinating. Better than he had expected. " Better than you had hoped for? What do you mean by that? " “Uh… It doesn't matter. It has truly been everything he had hoped it would be. " "Professor Theodria is certainly an excellent speaker, right?" "It is obvious that he is a man of great intelligence and a scholar of the arcane arts." "Extremely," the other young man agreed enthusiastically. "Was this your first class?" "Yes. Also yours? "