Mother's Subject: Professor Mrs. Dimitrescu x Female Student Reader

✵ Chapter X︱Truth or Dare

Author's note:

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Happy Halloween, my dear pookies!

Also, happy birthday to our cuntiest, most beautiful wife, Alcina. 

As there is a following tradition for her special day, smut will make its surface again.

More of it will be seen in the upcoming chapter.

- Carla.

────5 A.M────

The early morning began already miserable when the loud alarm woke you up from your dreamy two hours of sleep. With a little grunt, you tiredly tilted your hands to your eyes, rubbing your eyelids within your palms as the street light beamed directly into your sleepy face, leading you to regret leaving your curtains open for the night. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you mumbled agitatedly beneath your breath as you reached for your alarming phone, which was vibrating loudly on the nightstand.

You couldn't help but yawn deeply into your palm as you sat on the edge of your warm bed, staring down at your wooden floor as you felt your lids slowly fall. The chirping birds outside your window startled your dozing figure awake again, before you stood up from the bed and with a light murmur, you stretched your sore bones out.

Glancing through the windows, the weather appeared to be warmer than usual, despite the fact that it was the middle of autumn. So, an appropriate blouse in your favourite colour, paired with black trousers, was ideal for today's weather and certain lecture classes, as you've adapted your fashion style from the woman you've been admiring.

You've been paying more consideration how you dressed lately, from looking through your closet for more modern outfits to making sure your hair was neatly done every day. You always ate a refreshing gum before biology lectures and sprayed your most expensive perfume just before class. At a certain point, you were ready to confess to yourself that you wanted to please your biology professor, because there was nothing to impress her with. She wouldn't even notice if you had been struck by a car, let alone buy clothing and jewellery she would adore. So you thought at least.

After peering into the mirror, you strolled over to the bathroom that was and down the corridor. You gave more time and attention into your usual morning routine, properly brushing your teeth and washing your face before applying your casual make-up you did every day before school. You didn't wear much, but it was enough to make you feel confident about yourself. Along a heavy yawn, you switched off the light in the bathroom and were quick to notice the utter silence this morning, considering your ears were mostly flooded with the ongoing television downstairs whenever your mom fell asleep once again on the couch, but today it was rather quiet, even haunting as you paused for a brief moment.

After you shrugged it off, you realized you actually didn't care about her since last night's accusations. So, you headed back to your bedroom down the hall, where you lifted your school bag up from the floor before tossing it over your shoulder and taking your phone along with you from the charger. As you headed down the stairs, you noticed the living room door was slightly open, which was strange as you heard your mom vividly slamming it shut yesterday night. With a puzzled, light frown, you pushed the door open and peered over to the couch in the living room, where you thought you would have seen your drunk mom slumbering all over it, but her presents were nowhere to be seen.

Thinking she had gone to the closest gas station for more alcohol, you looked into the kitchen, only to hear chirping birds as you neared the counter. You set your school bag aside for a moment and took a deep breath, noticing she wasn't there, which caused a bright, relieved smile to spread over your lips because you didn't have to bear her thudding voice this relaxing morning, despite falling asleep on your feet every time.