Professor Arc Student Of Vacuo Novels & Stories

Then the professor was coming in. “Well, good morning class. My name is Professor Maxwell Swift. You can call me Max,” the professor said as he stated that he was a Ph.D. researcher for Volcanology and he was excited to experiment with the recent volcanic activity in the news. “It seems that this class will be a very good one this year since we have our very special alumni that will be your TA for this Volcanology Ecosystem 101, Mr. Cameron Hayes,” the professor said. I blinked my eyes before Hayes was walking toward the professor and they shook hands. They seemed friendly with each other and I cannot blink fast enough to know that it was not a joke.

Apart from his eight tentacles in the place of arms, everything else was almost the same as that of a human. There was no hair on the professor’s head either. “Professor, a human was brought here by your vortex current, so we captured him and brought him here.” Philip was surprised at the sight of the professor. Philip thought, ‘Is this guy really a professor? Just look at that fit body and solid muscles.’ The professor’s black eyes were surprisingly deep and profound too. Moreover, his level was not low, actually reaching nine stars. When he saw Philip, the professor coughed lightly and said, “I haven’t seen a human for many years. Where are you from?” the professor asked.

, I uttered as I finished licking the last drop of blood beneath my lips. He was one of the Professors of Arcadia College Academy. His name was Dan Austin and I waited for almost fifty-six years to find a man who had huge energy inside his body that could help me to leech inside his body freely. Oops, it's my human body already and I'm enjoying it. I smirked.

Every seat is occupied. Every head turns when I step in. “…which is precisely why siphons were driven into extinction,” the professor is saying, his voice echoing through the hall. “They absorbed power without restraint, blinded by it, until their actions threatened the balance of every realm.” The lecture sounds interesting, but I won’t be taking notes. The professor stops speaking. Then directly at me. “You’re late.” “Yes, sir,” I say quickly. “I didn’t realize on time that the class was scheduled for eight.”

said the girl student and immediately sat in front of him. I just rolled my eyes and put the tray at the table. That was embarrassing but that made me so furious! I was silently eating my food and looks at them. The way he smiled at the student as if he’s not the heartless Lacrus Valencia! He knows how to disguise, huh? “Thank you, professor!” The student smiles while walking away from him. Tsk. “Hi, princess!” I look in front of me and saw Gab walking. “The practice got cancelled, coach was busy.” He slid into the seat across from me. “What are you eating?”

"But I have a photographic memory, Ren. It's why I'm an engineering major. I remember the text." She stood up and walked closer to him. "One of the names on that fantasy list was 'Arch-Mage Volek'. The lore text said he was a 'Heretic of the Arcane' who tried to steal lightning from the gods." Ren nodded slowly. "Standard RPG naming. Volek sounds spooky. 'Heretic' means bad guy. What's the point?" "I searched the real net today," Jinx whispered. "There is a Professor Aldric Volek at the Science Academy. He published a paper last week criticizing the government's energy policy. He called it 'heresy against the laws of thermodynamics'."

“Amara? Are you there?” That voice. Sweet. Pretentious. It dripped honey, but beneath it was venom I’d grown to recognize far too well. My throat closed. My knees shook. “…Nina,” I whispered, my body vibrating like a leaf caught in the wind. The professor’s chest rose and fell in a long, low sigh, his hand finally slipping away from my waist. My skin burned where his touch left. Slowly, he pulled back, straightening himself with an air of annoyance, as if nothing had just happened.

And that will be achieved in a few days. "Ivy, the math professor needs to speak with you urgently in his room," Georgia, the secretary, informs me as soon as I enter the hall. "Okay! Thanks, Georgia!" Speaking of Professor Franklin Aragon. He is one of the best math teachers at this university. The man sleeps and wakes up with numbers, and if you play around, he drinks, eats, and breathes numbers too. However, since we're approaching the final stages, I've noticed his eyes on me. It's not entirely bad. After all, he's a handsome man and has a presence that catches the attention of the ladies. However, you can be sure that I have an idea of what he wants to talk to me about. "I'll look for h

She took my clit into her mouth, using her lips to create a vacuum. Fuck… this was so much different. The sensation was so much softer than a dick, more precise. I reached down and grabbed her hair, guiding her rhythm. "Look at her, Prof," I panted, my eyes hooded as I watched the professor stroke his cock, beads of precum visible on his cock. "Look at your star student. See how well she handles her 'assignments'?" Kelvin’s breathing was loud and ragged. His hand was moving fast now, his knuckles white as he gripped himself.

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-