Sleep With My Professor

Chapter1

ESELY

Friday afternon's last lesson.

Even though it was sweltering than the Devil's pit, Professor Edmend wouldn't switch on the air conditioner since something had gone awry in the vent.

Perhaps some of it was my responsibility after a previous practical joke in the teachers' lounge a few weeks before, but I had no clue how the scent had made its way to the social studies classroom.

The professor jerked his fingers. You'll shortly have examinations. " Focus," he said, gazing at everyone in the room.

I wasn't paying any attention to him. He had to let free. He took each subject seriously, and as a result, I felt as like I was being lectured to rather than attempting to prepare for my final examinations.

I was in my last year. If he had any say in the matter, I would have graduated already. My Omega brothers would be happy to have me remain, so it wouldn't be a problem if I stayed behind.

He yelled, "Esely," this time spitting a bit in the air. Everyone around me is taking notes. He laughed and said, "What are you doing? You're "playing with yourself under the table."

I scowled and shook my head. "It's not appropriate to ask that," At him, I furrowed my brows. It's totally improper, but I'm not.

Around me, the other students laughed. In this classroom and at this school, I was a legend.

I brought fun and vitality to this town. Few others could concur with it.

Probably comedians, but this wasn't a college for clowns. I should know since I looked around for one but none of them would take my swimming scholarship.

"Copy these notes," He made a finger snap. "Be careful to research the theory behind these sociologists. It's significant. "He turned around and grabbed a piece of chalk.

I said, "You can at least turn the A/C on." "

"Perhaps I would if it didn't smell like fermented yoghurt." He struck the board with the chalk stick.

My back began to perspire as a result of the scrape on the board. I had had it. I was impossible to concentrate on. I didn't have a stupid hand fan I could wave in my direction to have warm air blown in my face.

I rose up and searched my pockets while the professor turned his back on me. My lighter was in my hand. I intended to calm down. taking a seat at the desk as the kids next to me hold it stable. They were laughing in secret because they knew what I was about to do.

The lighter was clicked before a flame was seen. I raised it as near to the ceiling sprinkler system as I could.

The other pupils secured their computers beneath the desk with their laps. I'd packed a notepad that was just partially utilized. I didn't care if it got wet since I didn't really need this lesson.

I positioned the flame against the sprinkler while extending. The floodgates finally opened wide and began pouring down on us all in a matter of seconds. In the space, a second sprinkler thudded and sprayed water in a circular pattern.

Resuming my seat.

The only clue that it was me was that others were gazing, and maybe there was also a history of my executing such acts.

In this heat, the cold water was a welcome break. As delight and enthusiasm poured from the others, I was able to unwind into it.

They were now calmed down and revitalized since I had done my thing for society. My tongue briefly expanded before retracting in response to the peculiar flavor.

When I opened my eyes, Professor Edmend was in front of me. Sprinklers stopped working. Two other instructors entered the space and inquired about the incident.

It wasn't surprising that everyone was staring at me since they were always anticipating what I would do next. Being a reality TV celebrity was similar to that, except there were no cameras present—unless you include the cameras on everyone's phones.

"Who did that?" you ask. His speech was like a whip, breaking. Someone did it.

He had never seemed so animated to me. Then I saw his laptop on the table next to the documents he was grading. I had messed up, but it wasn't the first time and I didn't think it would be the last.

I was left alone with the professor after everyone left the room. It was a good thing that the floor was tiled since it made it simple to remove the water.

He remarked, approaching the classroom entrance, "You remain seated. "Y

He drew the blind down over the slatted window and shut the door.

He paced back and forth and added, "The fact that you're still in this college after everything you'd done tells me all I need to know." "I don't care about the documents, and I'm not concerned about the laptop. Those documents may be printed again since it was a college laptop.

“Ok. I—” I reached under the desk and retrieved my luggage. "Everyone was on the boil. Nobody was even watching your pointless class.