His insatiable desire on her is risky "I thought you were my saviour," she sobbed as she stepped back, sprinting as quickly as she could to avoid being caught by him.
in class His eye continued to gaze at her as if it were trapped.
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"Let me show you," he whispers, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Y/N freezes, her mind racing as she tries to process what's happening. She's just a student, he's her professor...
when y/n realise what she doing she try to push him
But Professor Jeon is too strong, too controlling. He keeps the kiss going, his grip on her waist unyielding. When Y/N tries to push him away, he simply holds her tighter, his other hand reaching up to tangle in her hair. "No, my dear student,"
he murmurs against her lips. "You're mine now. You've been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you." He kisses her again, more forcefully this time, his tongue fighting for dominance. Y/N struggles against him, but it's no use.
y/n try to winggle in his grip
Professor Jeon grunts in disapproval, his hold on her tightening like a vice. "Sshh, my dear," he murmurs, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips along her jaw and neck. "There's no point in struggling. You can't escape me, Y/N."
His eyes gleam with a sinister light as he looks down at her, his breath warm against her skin. "In fact, I think it's time I reminded you of your place." He lifts her off the ground, his arms wrapped around her legs as he carries her over to his desk.
He yanks up her skirt, revealing the skin of her thighs and the thin undergarments beneath. "Ah-ah, my dear Y/N," he says, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You should really have thought of the consequences before choosing to defy me."
With a rough movement, he pushes her forward, so that her upper body is bent over the desk, her face pressed against the cool surface. She can hear him unbuckling his belt, the sound sending a chill down her spine. "Professor, please... " she begs, her voice barely a whisper.
The cold surface of the desk presses against my face, muffling my words as I beg him to stop. But Professor Jeon pays me no mind, his strong hands holding me down as he slowly unbuckles his belt. The sound echoes through the room, each click sending a shiver down my spine.
"Professor...please..." I beg again, my voice hitching as I feel the cool air against my backside. He's pushed up my skirt, baring me to him. I can hear his heavy breathing, feel the tension in his arms as he holds me down.
The sound of ripping fabric cuts through the air, and I know that my undergarments are now nothing more than a tattered piece of cloth. I feel exposed and vulnerable, held down by Professor Jeon's vice-like grip. His warm breath caresses my skin as he whispers cruel phrases in my ear.
"You should have kept your legs closed, kept your mouth shut. Now...now you're going to have to take your punishment."
with sudden golth she wake up from the dream her breathing got fast she check herself a sign of relife accur "it was just a dream"y/n said
Y/N bolts upright in bed, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She takes a few deep, calming breaths, her mind slowly piecing together the fact that it was all just a nightmare. She checks her body, relief washing over her as she finds herself fully clothed and unharmed.
She falls back against her pillows, her arms wrapped around herself as she tries to shake off the remnants of the disturbing dream. "It was just a dream," she whispers to herself, her voice barely audible in the silent room. "Just a dream..."
But even as she tells herself this, she can't shake the feeling of unease that lingers in the pit of her stomach. She tosses and turns, unable to fall back asleep as questions swim in her mind. Why had the dream felt so real? And why did Professor Jeon seem so...
real? She tries to push the thoughts away, telling herself it's just her imagination playing tricks on her. But as the night wears on, the feeling of being watched persists, making her skin crawl. Finally, exhausted and on edge, Y/N gives up on sleep and decides to get out of bed.
She pads over to the window, peeking through the curtains to look out into the darkness. The quad below is empty, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. She's about to let the curtain fall back into place when she thinks she sees a shadow move.
