Falling in love with Professor was the stupidest decision ever. Couldn't you just study for your classes or assignments? Anything to avoid looking at your professor with loving and naive eyes.

You knew that one word from him and you could already whimper and fall at his feet. Pathetic, but you can't command your heart, can you? After all, Stephen himself came out of an old book. Always punctual, always wore strict clothes, wore glasses, spoke only business, had a straight posture and never once allowed himself to behave recklessly. Someone wanted him to close a subject with a perfect score? Do it. Austerity was his middle name.

But there was a second side to this coin as well. The man noticed you among all the students. You were the only one who was constantly preparing for his course, always had her hand at the ready, always near and everywhere. No matter how he looked at the students in his classroom, you were always looking at him. What kind of child is that? A naive, naive child who didn't even hide her feelings. You just didn't know how to do it or couldn't do it.

Now the man was standing beside you while you talked frantically. They were at his house, as they usually were.

“Am I special to you?” you asked, turning your beautiful face slightly towards him. Afterward, his hands were on your hips and his lips found your neck.

“Yes, yes, you are special to me...Lift your skirt up higher.” Stephen replied, inhaling the scent of your sweet perfume.