Professor Venomous Novels & Stories

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-

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

If only she knew how difficult this class was, down to the motherfucking professor. “The thing is, no one knows who the professor is. He has two assistants who teach us, gives us tests and exams. So, if we have any complaints whatsoever, it goes to the assistants and not whoever the professor is and it is a fucking pain in my ass.” I held my head with both hands and landed on my bed, then screamed into my pillow. I hate the life I had. Why didn’t I have the life influencers I see online? I should be making short videos of useless things on the hundredth vacation that I didn’t need to take. But here I was, in a small room, worried about my grades.

I asked her again, my eyes drifting down to her lips that she was chewing on violently. “Professor, this is highly inappropriate,” she managed to croak, shimmering herself away from me. I didn’t fight her, and I allowed her to get away. But I wasn’t going to allow her to leave the room. I stepped in front of the door, blocking her from leaving. She narrowed her eyes at me and folded her arms across her chest. “Do you make it a habit to keep your students, prisoner, in your classroom?” She had jokes. “Only when I’m influenced by the scent of their blood.”

Then, I looked down and started fiddling with the ballpen in my notebook. "Welcome to Psychology 119, I'm professor Aiden Solarez Master teacher of psychology class. I expect all of you to take notes while I discuss about human behavior. I don't want a slow and playful student here, don't expect me to show any mercy to anyone of you especially when I recite.. if you think you can't do it and it's difficult, you can leave now" his deep voice sent shivers to my spine I bit my lip as I watched the other students leave the lecture hall, I was still thinking twice whether I should leave or not

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.

She held a long ebony pipe that didn't emit smoke, but rather small, glowing runes that drifted toward the ceiling. "Welcome, initiates," the Department Head began, her voice like grinding stone. "I am Professor Vane. This is your advisor, Mistress Vex. In this department, we do not care for your titles or your bloodlines. We care for your results. High Sorcery is not a hobby; it is a violent art form." Mistress Vex stood, a slow, cat-like movement that drew every eye in the room. She tapped her pipe against the podium, and a shower of sparks rained down.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE ~DAPHNE~ I decided that I was going to report Yolanda and Yasmine’s attempt to drown me. They need to pay for what they had done but firstly, I needed to speak to Professor Raven after the first period. She seems nice, plus as a woman, I felt she’d be able to advise me better. Right now, I was looking forward to Professor Blowfish’s class which only happens on Fridays. From what I have heard, he is one of the best healers in the universe and was known to have healed wounded wolves and brought them back to life.

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

His chest heaved violently because of the anger. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and warned, "If anything happens to the Venomous Insects, I will kill you all!" How could Professor Heist not know the importance of the Venomous Insects? But this was an accident. He was in distress, so he could only turn his head and order his subordinates to find out the reason quickly. What they didn't know was that half an hour ago, Selon had just finished feeding the Venomous Insect Overlord and was about to take a rest when a researcher hurried in and walked straight up to him.