Professor Garlick Mod Novels & Stories

“I met with Professor Anderson Pym to discuss my study plans. He was the only professor who responded to dozens of emails I sent to several different professors. How about you? Who is your mentor?” “Wait, you emailed them? Didn't they email you?” Scott chuckled dryly as he chewed his crunchy pie crust. “Never in history has a professor emailed a student to offer to be their mentor. They are super busy. They never even memorize the names and faces of each student.” "But I think the professors will email us after seeing the study plan we submitted on the campus website. I got an email from Professor Simmon Kendrick about two months ago.” “Who? Professor Kendrick? Are you kidding me?”

“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

My professor was going to violate me right here, right now. “Linda, I've been waiting for this for a very long time.” Gary’s tone of voice suddenly softened as he gently placed a hand onto my breast. “Since the day you chose me as your professor, I’ve liked you. If you accept me, I can give you everything you ever wanted. For example, I can make your research on mermaids receive government recognition and you’ll receive a lot of funding. Or, I can even make you a biologist who’s more famous than Charles Darwin.”

Releasing a small growl from his throat he charged into the path of Professor Huckleberry, his spear-wielding arm pulled back menacingly! Spiralling Spear! *Boom* A simple thrust it seemed, but Professor Huckleberry’s expression changed swiftly upon sensing the dangerous might of that thrust. The wind pressure generated by that thrust alone had blown his clothes back with great force! His attention switched from Kylie to Jack once again, and his thoughts of capturing both momentarily disappeared from his mind. How long had it been since he felt danger like this, the professor wondered. Now more serious than ever, he pulled his arms back and spread his fingers apart. Taking a small breath to

The teacher welcomed them in, explaining the reason for their late coming to other students, and also confirming it with the group which had just entered. Everyone settled in their seats. ___________________________________________ "Students today I'll be teaching about the mod functions of every commonly available mod and some rare mods present in the cyborgized community, How many of you spun the gacha ?..." asked the teacher. Almost everyone in my class raised their hands. "So when I call out the mod names and if you have those common mods and rare mods present in you, you must come and show the function to all of us present here, Is that fine?", asked the teacher.

I gulp and look to my right side, I slap my forehead lightly because I forgot that I don’t have seatmates right now. Kyle and Zein Rose, my usual seatmates in this class, are absent today, so I am alone here at the last row of chairs. “MISS VILLARAZA!” yelled by an irritated voice. I shift my eyes to look in front, where the voice comes from. There, I see Professor Guevarra smiling at me, but, if you will look in her eyes, you can see the displeasure in it. Her smile can deceive anyone but not me. I can easily read her. She is a cunning professor in the university.

“It… it makes it more intense? Because you know you shouldn’t, so you want it more?” A few people murmured in agreement and he looked at me a little longer. “That is correct,” he said. “The prohibition creates the tension, while the risk makes it addictive.” He paused. “See me in my office after class, Miss Harlow. We’ll discuss your participation.” The class oohed softly. Eden elbowed me under the table with a mischievous grin. “Damn, girl. First class with the hot prof and you’re already in trouble.” I forced a weak laugh. “Shut up.”

The class was silent, waiting for him to speak. "Good afternoon. This is psychology twenty-two hundred, the study of deviant behavior. I'm Professor Theodore Ashford. Dr. Ashford is also fine, " His modulated, deep voice resonated within the walls of the room with ease. "Now, I know half the class is here to just pass. The other half are actually up for the challenge." The sound of uneasy students shifting in their seats filled the air. Isa saw a glimmer of a smirk appear on the professor's face in response to the discomfort.

Just the sight of him can push me to cum. Today he was dressed in black and white. A black shirt and white slacks that did nothing to hide that fat bulge of his. Looking fuckable as always. He was still staring at me. My exposed cunt throbbed harder under the table. "Good morning class. Let's get started for today." Professor Garrett droned, the sound smacking me right on my clit. I bit my lip as hard as I could to stop myself from shoving my fingers back inside me.

“I’d do anything, Professor. Anything you want. Just keep this our dirty little secret.” He stood up abruptly. “I don’t tolerate this kind of behavior in my office. Leave. Now. Before I call security.” I smiled, and slid off the desk, stepping closer until I could smell his cologne. “I see what’s happening here. You’re playing hard to get.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “But I’m going to get you, Professor Garvin. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But I’m going to get you… and when I do, I’m going to get you good.”