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The operator of the video camera focused on Trish's face and projected her dazed expression onto the screen. "I want to thank my friend, Officer Eve Bousquet, for lending us this servant so we could have today's live demonstration. That's it for today, but remember you'll be tested on this material next Monday. After 4:00 the video and photos from this class will be available on the Department of Medicine website. Make sure you d******d them for study.

"I have seen you don't have any classes tomorrow. Because they are attending a seminar, not all of your professors will be available tomorrow. And anyway, there are only two subjects. Watch to see if they text you later on." Oh, my goodness. He's already seen my schedule, so he should put his in the refrigerator as well, right? What is it about this situation that is so unfair? My phone buzzed, and I believe he was aware of it because he points it at me. Shoot. My two professors have already texted me about their seminar. Of course, he insisted on my dressing up. And the bastard was just sitting in the living room, watching television, waiting for me. "Sir, we can watch television in this ro

--- The drive back to my private hostel felt like forever. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. Andrena and Christiana sat quietly in the back, stealing glances at each other like they were scared to speak. I hated that look. It made me feel small. By the time I reached my room, the video of Professor Winsley throwing me out of the class was already trending on the university’s W******p groups and I*******m stories. Comments flooded in:

I am splayed open, completely exposed in the middle of the hall. Then, he turns on the flat-screen TV. Moans immediately fill the room. The screen is filled with a woman being thoroughly pleasured. I watch as she is fingered, then fucked, her eyes rolling back as she screams through an intense orgasm. Fuck! I want this badly right now. I shift my eyes to the side. I can’t watch it. It’s driving me crazy. He’s so cruel. This time, he takes my punishment to another level. "Focus on the video, Professor.” Will commands as he settles on the sofa right above me, spreading his legs.

He started, and that totally got my attention. "Yes, is there a problem?" I questioned, looking up at him as he stepped closer. "I think you need to see this, Sir," he said, showing me a live stream from Crane University. I could see Lola getting yelled at by a little brat as she tried to defend herself. "Find out what this is all about." I said, and he nodded, exiting the office.

Tears welled in her eyes—because in all the lies, the fear, the fake smiles, this felt like the first thing that was real. “I love you too.” And for one perfect second… everything else disappeared. Cliffhanger Ending — Chapter Twenty-Three (Final Scene) Back at the principal’s office, a manila envelope sat waiting on the desk. No return address. Inside it? A single flash drive. Labeled in red ink: “Watch Me.” As the principal clicked it open, a video began to play. A girl. Long dark hair. Pale uniform. Standing in a dorm room mirror. “If something happens to me…” the girl’s voice began.

************************* 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.

I keep my eyes on my professor who sat so still you’d think he was a statue. “Good things take time.” Leo grinned at me and then whistles. “You look like you wanted to be eaten up.” I see my professor stiffen, he made that possible somehow. “But it’s still kids friendly.” Jessica defends. A simple sleeved shirt, with a corset on top and a mini wide legged short, paired with flat boots. “Shall we go?” I watch Cecilia and Jessica leave, I hang back to watch how my professor will respond. He finally leaves the island, walking to the door with his eyes focusing on the door.

I sank into the seat with a sigh, my head rested against my fingers as I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. My office door burst open without a knock. Kieran leaned against it, his emerald eyes bright with curiosity as he crossed his arms against his chest. "Rough first day back?" My Beta's grin was all teeth. “Because half the campus is talking about how Professor Ravencrest looked like he had been struck by lightning throughout his class." "Shut the door," I gritted through my teeth, my brows raised. His smile faded at my tone and he stepped inside, shutting us in.

"Welcome to English Literature. My name is Professor Alabaster, and for the next semester, you’ll be under my watch." His eyes scanned the room, sharp and authoritative, and when they passed over Belle, she thought she saw the briefest flicker of something, something dark and heated. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the professional, unyielding facade of Professor Alabaster. Belle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on what he was saying. He moved around the room, talking about the syllabus, the expectations, and the importance of participation. His voice was steady, his words calculated, but underneath it all, Belle felt the tension between them building. Every time