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"Listen, I don't want to kill you" The professor seemed to be trembling now that we arrived in his den. Was I ever aware of how he used to be in class? Yes. I was watching from the corner of his house. "You guys suck. Acting all bully vibes inside and then tormenting women outside" My professor was shivering, on the verge of passing out urine. I laughed from the sides, ensuring it was suppressed by how my lips were pursed. "You sound like you are unsure" "Tell me, how honest are you in checking the papers of students" How could he answer? His lips were pursed in a hanky and his limbs tied up with a shawl. Though I felt sad, he looked like he had no idea this was happening to him. "Come on speak" He mumbled and huffed, but not a word came out. Ash looked not so surprisingly hot,