MISTER LEE

Four

I couldn't keep my head away from thinking about it. Mister Lee is handsome, sexy, smart and rich — basically every girl could ask for. But I never knew he has that in him.

Why would he do that to me if he's not attracted to boys? I start to assume he's gay by the way he made me move my hips on top of his clothed dick, even though he can ask for a girl and fuck her.

I shake my thoughts off to focus on Mister Yangyang's class. He blabber things about language and I take note of it, making sure to write down every important notes.

I draw a small dot and write the sentence Mister Yangyang said and drew an arrow to the next line and put a subtitle. I'm quite fazed by my own organization of words even though I still need improvement.

Renjun, my chinese friend who is Mister Yangyang's student assistant nudges me on my side. I whip my head to him and saw him with a brow raised.

"What is it?" I ask kindly.

I can say he's already my friend since I'm with him most of the time and we are classmates for every subject, I don't know for the next sem though.

"Are we going to make this research later?"

"What?" I whisper. "What research?"

"You were not listening?"

I furrow my eyebrows and saw that the board already has lists of partners for the research in language. I gulp and turn my face into Renjun.

I was probably not listening.

"I'm sorry. Are we partners?"

"Yes. And I suppose you have work under Mister Lee tomorrow so we need to do this later."

I nod and turn my back into him so that he won't notice the brimming tears in the side of my eyes. Up until now I still can't get over the hot hands that was holding my thighs and rubbing my back. I still can't move on from his chilly and thin lips just above me and his sexy body.

I know I shouldn't think like this since... that was... harassment? But no, he didn't force me though, he gave me a choice to leave but it was unfair for him to include removing me in this school! I guess it's just... sexual rising tension?

I huff and bury my face into the table.

"Are you okay?" Renjun whispers but I have no other choice but to nod. I can't tell him the things that has been bothering me.

My mind was even more bothered when I remember that I was about to fucking move on top of him. I admit, he was tempting and I could say yes only that I was genuinely scared. His dark eyes, his twitching lips, his sly grin, everything was hot that I couldn't stop masturbating even when I got home.

And I know it's wrong. Mister Lee is my professor. A teacher. It is unethical for him and for me. He is almost like my uncle and I'm almost like his neice or son even though he really looks young for his age. I'm working under him and under this school so I really shouldn't and he shouldn't touch me as well.

I'm not even sure if he already has a family, a  girlfriend or a wife. That bothers me most. I'm not willing to be a concubine for my professor, especially if he has a family, I have decency.

If the students knows this, they might think that I'm favored and that I don't deserve the grade I earned. If the higher ups will know, they will surely kick me. If the other professor will know, it might affect my grade as well.

I walk towards the cafeteria alone as I think over and over about it. My mind was still battling with arguments when one man bumped into me and shoved me away from the hallway. I hiss in pain, my hips just hit the railings and I'm sure it left a bruise.