Alpha's Human Mate

Caught by Prof Aunty

Gulf's mind wandered away from the class, lost in thoughts of his recent wet dream, eagerly hoping for a sequel. As his imagination ran wild, his body reacted without consulting him first, leading to an unfortunate and noticeable issue.

'Jr, you better behave and don't get excited now,' Gulf admonished himself, glaring down at Gulf Jr.

"You okay, Gulf? You're glaring at your crotch like an idiot," Kokliang teased, keeping his eyes firmly on the whiteboard ahead.

"Nope, not okay. I'm currently locked in intense combat with my crotch. Do not disturb!" whispered Gulf, his eyes fixed on the ultimate foe: his own groin.

Kokliang whipped his head around, incredulous at the sight before him. There was Gulf, looking about as sharp as a spoon, glaring at his pants with the intensity usually reserved for rival gladiators. Kokliang shook his head, silently judging the visual spectacle.

"Gulf, for the love of all that is holy, stop! You look like an absolute plonker," he whispered, diligently scribbling notes as if they held the secrets to life itself.

"I said don't disturb me, Kokliang!" Gulf hissed, his resolve unwavering as he continued his crotch-staring contest.

"Then stop giving your trousers the death stare, you twit!" Kokliang interjected, delivering a light elbow jab with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

"Enough, Kokliang! I'm dead serious!" Gulf retorted, refusing to break his gaze from his junior.

Unbeknownst to Gulf, in the midst of his intense glare-off, the formidable Professor Aunty had taken notice of the bizarre display and was advancing upon him, her eyes narrowing in disapproval like a hawk spotting a particularly delicious field mouse.

"Ahem," she coughed, the sound resonating with all the authority of a fire alarm.

"Stop it, Kokliang! Don't disturb me!" Gulf pleaded, still oblivious to the impending doom.

"Ahem," came the clarion call again, more insistent this time.

"Shhh," Gulf shushed, as though shushing a persistent fly.

"Ahem."

"Honestly, if you don't pipe down, I will personally kick your backside!" Gulf exclaimed, still not tearing his gaze from a critical issue.

"Is there something wrong with your crotch, Gulf?" Professor Aunty asked, one brow raised, the question dripping with the kind of incredulity that could curdle milk.

"Sheaaa, khaaw thoot, Professor Aunty!" Gulf squeaked, glancing up in horror before quickly avoiding eye contact and making a clumsy wai gesture as if trying to ward off bad luck.

"Professor Aunty?! Gulf, to the hall! Out of my class, now!" she commanded, her voice cutting through his panic like a hot knife through butter.

Gulf scrambled to stuff his belongings into his bag, trying to appear cool while sweating harder than a sinner in church. He deposited his bag beside Kokliang and left the classroom as though the hounds of hell were on his tail.

With the rest of the class stretching ahead of him like an unfurling scroll, Gulf pondered his next move. After a few minutes of brainstorming that rivalled a council of scholars, a brilliant idea struck him with the force of an epiphany sent by the gods: he'd have himself a solo campus tour.

As he turned left, roaring forth with newfound direction, he collided with San, who emerged from the blind spot like an uninvited surprise at a dull party.

"Bugger!" Gulf exclaimed, falling onto his backside with the grace of an overripe tomato.

"For goodness' sake, San! Stop bumping into me! I'm not a girl who's going to fall in love just because you keep knocking me over," Gulf said, getting to his feet while dusting off his posterior as if he were a brand-new mannequin.

"Not my fault you were the one barreling straight at me, you noodle!" San shot back, folding his arms with the poise of a six-foot-something philosopher.

Gulf thought, 'Well, of course, he didn't tumble to the ground! He's tall enough to be a tree, for crying out loud.'

"Honestly, once a jerk, always a jerk. Not even a bloody 'sorry'?" Gulf huffed, rolling his eyes and turning to stalk off.

But his strides were halted when San grabbed his arm, a sudden grip that was less 'friendly' and more 'I'm dragging you on an unexpected adventure'.

"San, where on earth are we going?" Gulf inquired, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

"San!" he said, irritation boiling beneath the surface.

San continued his determined march, dragging Gulf like a disobedient child as they veered behind the Medicine Faculty building, the air suddenly quieting as if they'd entered a secret realm.