Luka

"Hi, Professor." Kayla purrs, walking slowly through the door, wearing a short floral dress with a few of the buttons left undone, exposing her cleavage and the lacy black bra she wore underneath.

I normally wouldn't have taken note of her attire, but as such a soft-spoken shy student, it seemed odd to me that she would wear something so revealing, especially since she came to my classroom seeking me out.

"Kayla, how nice of you to drop in. How can I help you today?" I ask, grabbing the stack of ungraded papers I had on my desk, making myself look busy, hoping she'd ask her question and leave.


"It's just my grade." She huffs, jotting out her bottom lip. "It isn't where I want it to be, and I was hoping, the was something I could do to raise it." She remarks, her hand reaching up and fiddling with the pendant of her necklace that sat between her cleavage.

Is she...No...Definitely not...Not Kayla.

"Err..." I swallow hard, adjusting my tie, wishing I'd removed it earlier when I stopped by the dorm, "Let me pull you up in my system here and see if we can work something out."

"PURRFECT!" She exclaims, bouncing on the balls of her feet and giving a little clap of excitement; her behavior seems out of character for the person I'd painted her to be.

Had I judged her wrong? I consider myself a good judge of character, yet this Kayla wasn't the girl who attended my classes, typically standing in the background and only speaking when called upon. Still, she could be excited about the possibility of raising her grade, and who knows, she might be dressed for a date and decided to check in with me on her way out.

Shaking my head and clearing my thoughts, I shove the paperwork in front of me aside, and pull my computer back toward me, closing the midterm file and pulling up my student records file; Katrina's school photo instantly pops up due to her file being the last I'd looked at before closing down the application. As I exit her file, my thoughts wander to have incredibly sexy she looks in her school uniform and how I can't wait until I can take her again in this very classroom, hopefully, this time over my desk. First, sprawling her out, devouring her delicious pussy, coating my face in her sweet nectars, and then flipping her over, dragging her legs off the desk, and fucking her over it.

My cock springs alive at the dirty scene I've managed to conjure, forcing me to adjust in my seat, resting my foot across my lap. I blame my mind filth of Aphelion. Hanging out with him has fried my brain and is now causing me to behave like some fratboy, focusing solely on pussy.

Distracting my sex-craved mind, I work on entering the credentials required to access Kayla's student file. She's passing all her classes with high scores, mine being the only one she struggles with. Opening up her grading chart, I quickly scan through it, noting she's passed all of her written assignments and exams with flying colors and has struggled with each visual presentation and test. Her grades are a perfect example of why this midterm should only be based on physical skill. Planning on using her scores as proof the written exam isn't needed, I take a quick screenshot of the report and save it for later. Hopefully, the academic council will see this as proof of what I've been trying to tell them for the last year and remove the written portion of the exam. As soon as Kayla leaves, I'll research the rest of my students struggling in the class to see if their lower grades are due to the same reason and send the documents over. Hopefully, the council will get back to me before the midterm exam in two days.

"So, is there anything I can do?" Kayla asks, perching on the corner of my desk and leaning in to see my screen. She's sitting so close that I can feel her body heat radiating off of her. I'm about to ask her to remove herself from my desk and sit in the secondary chair beside me, but then I recall that I had the chair moved out of the way for a class demonstration. Since her behavior is innocent enough, I bite my tongue and scoot my chair slightly, creating a little more distance between us, before swiveling it to face her.

"Looking over your grades, I can see you are excelling at the bookwork part of the class, but it seems you're struggling with your physical performance."


Her eyes widen, and she sticks out her bottom lip, making me feel like I've just struck a puppy. "I know." She responds quietly, her voice barely audible, making it hard to hear her. "It's why I was sooo excited about your tutoring sessions. I came here hoping to schedule another tutoring session to improve my... umm... physicality."

The way she pronounces the word physicality, all breathless-like, makes it sound like she's using it as an innuendo for something else, but it could be because she'd been struggling with deciding what word to use, having paused as if making a choice. Her anxiety could be rearing its head.

"Or she could be trying to seduce you." My inner conscious adds, making me feel uncomfortable with the entire situation.

"Sorry, Kayla. Midterms are only a few days away. There's no time for extra lessons right at this very moment." I reply, giving my best apologetic look, hoping she'd sigh, hop off my desk, and scurry back to where she came from.

"I'm willing to do anything to get my grades up, Lula!" She exclaims, dropping my professor title. "And I mean anything." Her voice drops to a deeper, huskier tone, her legs spreading wide, revealing her to be panties, as she encloses them around me, grabbing my tie and using it to tug me toward her.

I'm too shocked to react immediately, her slight yanking sending me propelling forward, bringing my face flush against her breast. Fuck, her naivety was something I'd dreamed up, and my inner voice had been right the entire time. Damn me for not listening and putting myself in such a highly inappropriate, awkward situation.

My arms reach up, hands grabbing her around the waist to push her back hard enough to steer her body from mine but gentle enough to not hurt her when my door opens wide, a tuft of blond hair poking through, a loud shocked gasp sounding, followed by the loud echo of the door slamming shut, and heels clacking on the linoleum flooring.


"GOD DAMN IT!" I yell, shoving Kayla off of me, using more force than I'd originally planned, sending her sprawling off my desk in my attempt to get up to chase after the blonde-headed figure.

Her body thudding on the ground is accompanied by a loud shriek of surprise.

"What's wrong, Luka?" She pouts, sprawled out on the floor looking up at me. "It wasn't anyone important. No need to worry."

I want to chase after the blonde figure, but I can't. Not just yet. I have to address the issue at hand first. My duties as a professor require it of me, and I must continue proving that I can do both. That I can be a professor while being fated to a student or two.

"What's wrong is that what you did just barely is highly inappropriate, and you're lucky I'm not reporting your ass to the council. AND TO ME, THAT PERSON IS EVERYTHING. SHE'S MY VERY REASON FOR BREATHING. SHE'S MY FATED; OUR DESTINIES WERE ALIGNED BY THE ANCIENT ONES, BY THE VERY STARS THAT LIGHT THE NIGHT SKY." I Shout, my voice raising a half octave with each word flying from my mouth.

Kayla gasps, covering her hand over her mouth in shock. "You're fated to Katrina?"

"YES!" I shout, saying fuck it to the consequences; there may or may not be for revealing the truth. Our bond doesn't deserve to be hidden; it should be shown off to the world, and I'm tired of hiding it. "Now, Get The Fuck Out of my classroom. I don't want to see you again unless it's during your scheduled class. I'll assign a student to tutor you after midterms are over."

"I...I'm so so..."

"Just leave, Kayla." I sighed heavily, straightening my tie and heading toward the door, hoping my sweet kit-kat hadn't run off too far and that she'd believe me of my innocence.

**Author’s Note***
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*Hey all, sorry for the delay in updates. My mental health took a toll on me the past few months, and I wasnt in the best headspace. I struggled with the basic day-to-day activites as I battled with myself internally. Im now on a new regiment of medicine and Im feeling loads better (not quiet 100% yet, but better than below zero). New content will be posted within a few days. I hope you enjoyed the newest three chapters.*

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