Novel & Cerita Professor Paradox

“You are the craziest man I have ever met in my entire life!” Laro froze in his tracks. I pointed at him. “What the fuck was that?” His chest rose heavily. “You were talking to a man.” “What?” “You were touching him.” I blinked. For a moment I genuinely thought I had heard him wrong. “That was my professor, dude. My professor.” His expression only darkened. “Oh, so you like the student-professor kink?” I stared at him, then I laughed. Not because it was funny. Because it was ridiculous.

“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.”

“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?”

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.

“Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…” I zoned out of what she was saying. My mind raced to the night before. The bar, the intense gazes, the reckless comfort of a stranger who wasn’t supposed to matter beyond dawn. A one-night mistake I had decided to get rid of my mind completely except he was here right now and he was my professor. Was the universe playing a cruel joke on me? Why wasn’t anything going my way?

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.

“What do you think, Professor?” All eyes shifted to him. Stephan adjusted his glasses, calm as ever. “I think,” he said evenly, “that no credible documentation has ever supported the existence of shapeshifting animals. History is built on what we can prove, not what we imagine. So no, Malik, it’s not possible they existed.” A few chuckles rippled through the group. Malik’s shoulders slumped. But then Stephan’s mouth curved faintly, just enough to shift the mood. “Besides, if shape-shifters were real, wouldn’t they have shown themselves by now?” he smirked, “Imagine them sitting quietly in my classroom, pretending to study history.”

he said as if he were reading my mind. “Holy shit,” I mumbled, tightening my hold on the cup. “Well…let’s get this show on the road. As you know, I am Professor Elias Grey, and it seems there has been some sort of…improper pairing. My wolf and I recognized us as mates, but nothing will come of it,” he insisted. A brow slid to my hairline. “Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.”

“But the power imbalance alone creates concern.” Concern. “As faculty, you are the authority in that classroom.” “Yes,” she said evenly. “Which is precisely why nothing happened.” He steepled his fingers. “Even so, when a student publicly expresses sexual interest in a professor, it raises questions. Especially when that professor specializes in—” he paused delicately, “—public scandal.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “I teach political history.” “And you are now part of a narrative,” he said. A narrative. She almost laughed.

the Grand Professor said quietly, not daring to meet her eyes. They had promised her— They would never lie to her. Everything else, they had always been honest about. But this—this was the one thing they could never tell her. Until today, when they could hide it no longer. The Grand Professor’s voice was low and gravelly as he went on: “Your teacher… even though he was younger than all of us, he was a prodigy. In chemistry and biology, few in the world could match him at the time. And now—Briella, you’ve become one of those few.”