Professor Student Affair Novels & Stories

"Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts." At the end of his speech, the students in the class reduced by a quarter. "Now we may start. I will be marking the attendance first." Alistair picked up the paper and took out a pen from

I closed the report and played a video on the large screen. As the video played, I raised my voice so everyone in the room could hear me clearly. “A certain university professor has twisted the truth. Not only did she betray her professional ethics by having an affair with her own student, but she also stole ten years of her husband’s research and tried to use it to turn her student into a genius. “Professor Lawson, Felix, I wonder if you know who I’m talking about.” The moment Wendy saw the video, her face turned deathly pale.

“Mr. Huntley, since I caused this problem, I’ll take care of it myself. The school won’t be affected.” “It’s already affected!” Alex slammed the table. “Do you have any idea how bad this looks? A tenured professor has used her position to cheat with a male student! The university is getting swarmed.” Shiloh sighed, “I guess... I’ll resign.” Alex paused and covered his face helplessly. “Do you think resigning solves anything? To be honest with you, we already found the person who posted it. It isn’t your husband. “See for yourself.”

**Obsidian Queen:** I’ll be there. The words sent a fresh wave of shame and dark excitement through me. At twenty-nine, I was supposed to be the one in control. The respected professor. The woman who had fought tooth and nail to build a life after clawing my way out of a difficult past. Instead, I was agreeing to spread my legs on my own desk for a twenty-two-year-old student whose future I had nearly destroyed. The guilt from the board meeting still sat heavy in my stomach. My father was recovering slowly, but the video was spreading like wildfire. Campus gossip accounts were having a field day. “Hot Professor Pays Student for Cam Sex” was trending in private group chats.

“You have to say your truths because it won’t be fun when the investigation team takes over this case. It will cause huge damage to the school and to both of you.” “It is true, and I’ll take responsibility for it,” Cole blurts out. In my book, the best way is to deny it. Investigate all they want. They won’t find anything. But, as usual, Adrian is the man who plays by the book. “Thank you for your sincerity, Dr. Cole. Now this matter will not reach my superiors. I’ll give my judgment here. You both are adults, and I cannot tell you what to do concerning your relationship. But it is also unlawful for a student and a lecturer to be in an intimate relationship in this school. Therefore, it’s be

“Then this goes viral. Not just to the dean, every alumni group, every news outlet. ‘Star Student Turned Stripper Fucks Professor for Grades.’ You think you’ll graduate? Do you think anyone will hire you?” I stared at the drive. Then at him. The door burst open behind me. Jax. He looked furious hair disheveled, knuckles already bruised like he’d hit something on the way here. “Nyx—get out.” Marcus stood. “Rivera, this doesn’t concern—”

I pointed out and he nodded. “Twelve.” He corrected like thay was more important than the fact that they were actually close. “That is not the important part.” I groaned, feeling my anxiety getting over the roof. I have read about how they expel students caught in relationships with their professors. I have also seen how they sack the said professor. It was unethical. And this was practically forbidden. Clearly, Nikolai didn't see that as a reason to panic. Because he took a sip of water, my knees started bobbing.

I walk faster, then break into a run for the last stretch to the parking lot. Nora is already in the car, face pale. She shoves her phone at me the second I open the door. “Something bad happened.” I take it. The school forum post is already dense with comments. The headline sits in bold at the top: Professor–Student Relationship Exposed: Ravenscroft Faculty Member and Undergraduate Photographed in Multiple Intimate Settings Below it, the pictures load one after another.

The room was silent for some seconds before he sighed and left the room, banging the door shut. I wrapped my arms around my body and sat on the bed. I felt so disgusted. I had just had an affair with a married man. If I think about it, there were so many things wrong with our relationship. First, he was ten years my senior, he was a professor and I was just a student. Now, he was a married man with a kid[ and I am now a homewrecker. I felt like throwing up and rushed to the bathroom, emptying my gut into the bathroom sink. Once I felt relieved, I washed my face and slid to the floor. I held myself and shut my eyes against the ache in my heart.

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.