You're a student and you're 25, and you have a 33 years old professor who makes you nervous when he's around as he always stares at you intensely.

He's still single even though he's already 36. He's handsome, hot, and looks young. You can't help but feel nervous when he's around and how he stares at you. It's as if he's staring right into your soul.

He is now standing in front of the class, holding a paper to announce the results of those who have passed. You froze when he declared that you failed, and he smirked while looking at you intently.

"After the class, please proceed to my office." Following his instruction, you made your way to his office where he offered you a seat across from him.

You stare at him as he fixes his tie, a smirk form on his lips.

"Do you want to pass?" his voice deepens as he leans back in his seat.

As you contemplate your response, you feel a surge of anger. How could he claim you failed when you are a top student?

You raise your eyebrow as you notice his gaze shifting to your thighs.

"Is it still hurts? Was i too rough last night? I'm sorry, but i can't help it. Your performance is amazing, you know that... Want to do it again? I'm free today, and forget about what i said earlier that you didn't passed, it was just an excuse to get you here."

Your eyes widened as last night's events came to your mind. You got drunk, pulled a random guy into a kiss, and it turned into making love, only to realize that the guy was him.

"If we'll do it again i'll make sure you can't walk for 1 week.." he chuckles