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

NEVAEH I have a romantic crush on my best-friend's father who also happens to be none other than my professor. I know what you must be thinking about me and yes, you're right. I'm a dirty, little slut with no shame and a potentially horrible best friend but can you blame me? Castia, my one and only best friend has been nothing but kind to me. We've been best-friends for seven years even before we graduated high school. We were so close that it got to the point where we couldn't be separated.

I turned my gaze to Wenna and gave her a deadly look. While Rajiv just laughed next to me who also heard what Wenna said. "Char, it's just a joke!" Wenna chuckled and burst out laughing. I was a little relieved. Some people look at our students. Some of them look at me badly, others are curious. Maybe they are wondering why the new professor at this university is at the same table.

" You really are the professor Timothy, aren't you?" He rolled his eyes and said " What like you really didn't know, you're no different from the other girl students of your class. They want me to fuck them and they please me to pass their semester." I had never been so angry in my life before and I slapped him trying to hold back my tears. He huffed out a laugh and nibbles his tongue into his cheek. I pushed myself up and tried to run. "Shit" he mumbled, "you really didn't know?"

Given how the ladies were screaming for him as if they had never seen a man before, I wondered what was so special about him or why they were reacting that way. He hadn’t even done anything to stop them. Instead, he kept adjusting his shirt, almost as if he were showing off his muscles even more. That annoyed me more than I wanted to admit. First, because I had no reason to feel that way. It wasn’t as if Mr. Ashford was my favorite teacher. I told myself that. Perhaps it was Julian’s presence that made me this irritated, I tried to justify it that way. How he had moved on in less than two days after admitting to cheating on me.

Fingers, tongue, cock, every inch that's what is left. His lecture didn't go smoothly as usual, slides blurring as his eyes traced my cleavage, breathing shallow. "Precisely. The... release." The pointer shook slightly as I uncrossed legs deliberately, flashing garter. I watched satisfied as he gasped, audible. The whole class began to notice his uneasiness, my phone vibrated. *Mia: GO GET DADDY PROF. Film creampie!* “Class's over.” Prof Will's voice rang across the hall.

Rage boiling off him like radioactive steam. But that wasn’t the worst part. No. Because right beside him—arms awkwardly at his sides, expression horrifically neutral, eyes darting like a deer caught in a very inappropriate headlights—stood... Mr. Cristiano Wright. My professor. In his dark slacks and half-buttoned shirt. His perfectly composed face trying to calculate whether he’d walked into an emotional intervention or a domestic warfare documentary. I could see it in his eyes. That exact moment when his soul quietly whispered: “I am a dignified professor afterall. Why the actual f**k am I here?”

The professor ended, as he cleared his throat. Lucas tried to become serious. But as he walked and gazed at the professor's bald scalp, he can't help but giggle. He was lanky and looked like a cartoon character: like Rick and Morty, the meme he saw. That one was the meme peeling the wall. Hands behind him and walking gleefully, Lucas waited for the professor to speak. He tried walking slower, to hide his small laughs. Surprisingly, Moon was absolutely right! Lucas enrolled into something with fire. Maybe he will apply for the Fortune Telling Class for this skill in guessing things.

Bree: “He’s so smug it makes me SICK.” Leo: “He used to be in the military or something? Explains a lot.” Alyssa: “I CANNOT breathe. I got a straight-up 42.” Jules: “Who tf made him a professor? He’s like a punishment from God.” Moni: “He should be fired, fr. I don’t care.” Vik: “Finals week and this is how he wanna play???” Sam: “I need a drink already. I can’t do this.”

But halfway through, the door opened and Crocs walked in. My childhood friend. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy smile he always wore when he looked at me. He had transferred back to Bells University this semester, but I barely noticed him before. Today, he slid into the seat right behind me and leaned forward. “Jojo,” he whispered, voice low and concerned. “I saw the video. You okay? That professor had no right to grab you like that in front of everyone.” I didn’t turn around. “Mind your business, Crocs. I’m handling it.”