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I threw my head back and began to moan throatily and loudly, forgetting my surroundings, as my pussy began to tense and — “What the fuck?!” The familiar voice was like being doused with a full bucket of ice water. Arousal fled immediately and I jack-knifed to a seating position even as I automatically ripped the sodding wet dildo out of my pussy. I was trembling from head to foot as I scrambled off the desk and turned to face the angry professor. Professor Calix Eleftherios was here! In person! I was dead! I was officially dead! Calix Eleftherios was even more handsome than I remembered in a navy blue turtle-neck sweater and a pair of stone-wash jeans. He was also angrier than I had ever see

Daniela Barnett pushed up her glasses again and said calmly, "Enough with the boasting. I've seen your grades, and I don't recall you getting an A++ in calculus." I rolled my eyes subtly. "So, what response were you expecting when you asked about my grade?" Resting her chin on her hand, Daniela Barnett scrutinized me. "You're quite audacious. Few students speak to a professor like this." Naturally, I respected her as a professor. But Daniela Barnett... I just couldn't see her as a professor. Regarding the six protagonists, including Quentin Bennett, in that dreadful book, I despised them all, without exception. I detested Quentin Bennett's promiscuity and loathed the aggression and dominance

“Close the door.” I did. The lock clicked. “Sit.” He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. I stayed standing. “What do you want?” Marcus finally met my eyes. “You’ve been a good earner, Nyx. But your professor friend? He's in trouble. Been sniffing around my books for weeks. Asking questions. Threatening my operation.” I swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed short, ugly. “Sure you don’t. But here’s the deal: you feed me everything he tells you.

She is tall, she has dark hair pulled into a neat braid. Sharp intelligent eyes that scan the scene instantly. Mira walks beside her. Oh. I recognize Mira. Which means this must be... “My mother,” Mira says calmly. The woman nods politely. “I am Professor Calista.” Ah. The new professor. The one replacing Davina. Cassain’s mother straightens slightly. “And you are?” Calista’s gaze moves briefly to me. “I have been appointed as the academy’s new magical theory instructor.” Her tone remains calm. Professional.

His hand is shaking as he hand me my notes. I get my notebook from him and give him a polite smile. But a banging sound of something startle me. My eyes search where the noise occur. Only to find out that it was Professor Fortez’s doing. He slammed his book on the table in front. He looked pissed. "Always bring your notes with you. I don’t want something like this happen again, understand? I was once a student like you but I always made sure to carry my notes with me.” he said to the class then he look at me. “I hate to share… EVER!” he keeps his eyes fixated on me while saying those.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

Bianca informed but their conversation was caught short the moment the professor walked inside the class. “Good morning sir!” the whole class chores together. “As you all know, this is ‘criminal law 1’. I’m professor Daniel Bryan Cranston and I would be taking you these courses for the rest of the semester.” he informed them. “So, this is my class requirement. You all better take note of all of them because I won't discuss them again!” the professor told them, Bianca instantly took out her note but her mouth was left wide open when she noticed that she was the only one with a book.

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.

Then she opened the book and showed the math to Kevin. Kevin saw the problem and said, "Well, it's a long process. It will take some time. The professor can come to the class at any time. So if you want we can go to the library. No one will disturb us there. I can explain it to you well there. And you can also take notes if you want. What do you say?" Ezlyn said immediately, "Yeah yeah ok. That would be good. What do you say, Calista?"

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.