OUR OWN ENDING [KimChay Stories Compilation]

IF WALLS COULD TALK [R-18]

"Actually that's my secret — I can't even talk about you to anybody because I don't want any more people to know how wonderful you are."

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Professor Kittisawat is a famous professor at a prestigious university in Bangkok. He is known for his extremely good looks and for being a fair teacher to his students. Many students adore him for being righteous and proficient in the subject he is teaching. He was still young, that's why everyone was willing to throw themselves at him.

One summer afternoon, Professor Kittisawat is teaching as usual. However, he is not in his usual self. Frequently, he will roam around the classroom to help his students immerse further in the topic. But today, he was just leaning casually at his desk as he taught. It was fine with the students. Perhaps, the professor already had a long week. Hearing his voice was enough, they were soft and melodic. Enough to make people's day complete.

The heat must be bothering the professor because he's been fumbling his turtleneck now and then. But the AC is working perfectly well. What's troubling him? The professor also kept shifting on his position like they are something between his pants. Perhaps, they are too tight for him to wear. But, they look good and not as tight as they look.

One of his students noticed his ragged breathing. It's been like that since the start of the class. That was unusual of him. Concerned, the student asked, "Sorry to interrupt, Professor Kittisawat. Are you okay?"

The professor halted for a while and smiled, "Yes, I am fine. Thank you for asking." he said. He subtly exhaled a shaky breath. Then, he heard a snicker from the very far back of the classroom. Professor Kittisawat glared at the laughing student, "Is there something funny, Mr. Theerapanyakul?"

Everyone looked behind, staring at the student who has a mischievous smile on his face, "Nothing, Professor. Sorry for disturbing your class. You may continue, sir." he said with a smug face. Professor Kittisawat puffed out an annoyed breath. He kept his professionalism intact. They continued the class as usual. The student smiled wider.

The student, Kimhan Theeranpanyakul, is a pain in the ass. He was a graduating student. The thing is he has been a graduating student for 3 years already. He is with the same age as Professor Kittisawat. It's ridiculous. He's being held multiple times due to conflicts. The only thing he can do is to cause trouble in the university. But the university can't do anything about it since his family is one of their huge investors and has been helping them ever since. They just had to deal with the little devil until he graduated. God knows how long that would take.

Moments after, Professor Kittisawat's breathing became heavier. He kept rambling on his words for the past 30 minutes. His knees are getting weaker as the seconds pass. His face gets redder as the heat inside him rises. He grips at the edge of his desk to support himself or else he will fall. He won't let someone get satisfaction just because he can pleasure him in the middle of his work. But he can't stand it anymore.

Exhaling another shaky breath, Professor Kittisawat rounded his desk and sat on his chair. He almost moaned in intense pleasure as he felt the thing inside push deeper into him, but he held back. "I'm sorry, class. I'm really not feeling well today. I'm afraid I need to dismiss you all early today." he said in his usual soft voice. Some cheered and some protested. They wanted to spend their time with Professor Kittisawat. "I know, guys. I'm sorry," he said with an apologetic smile.

Students started packing and going out. The professor spoke again, "Mr. Theerapanyakul, a word with you please." he said in a serious tone. Kim smirked, stood, and moved toward the front of the class. He sat in one of the seats in the front row. His eyes were all focused on his professor who didn't even glance at him since he sat in front of him. They waited for the room to be emptied.