"So if your wife is so beautiful, why are you here with me?" you asked, confused.

Sylus stopped writing, put down his pen, and looked at you without expression. You felt a bit upset, realizing that your professor was married and had lied to keep his relationship with you. He even mentioned that his wife was prettier than you.

Without hesitation, he looked you up and down. He tapped the desk, signaling for you to come closer, and you did so.

Standing up from his chair and leaning against the desk, he whispered to you, "Because I respect her too much..."

"...to do to her what I'm going... to do to you," he smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to stand between his legs.