We Dated our Professors?!!!

We Dated our Professors?!!!

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Met at a nightclub. Called each other weirdos. Hated each other instantly. Accidentally flirted anyway. Only to find out the next morning... they were their professors. What started as one drunken mistake between Est and the terrifying Professor William Jakrapatr slowly turned into complete chaos after the entire friend group somehow got involved with the dangerously attractive professors of JKP University. Secret relationships. Rich family politics. Mafia connections hidden behind academic titles. And one powerful family controlling everything from the shadows. Now six teenage boys are trapped inside a world of luxury, power, emotional damage, and professors who are far more dangerous than they seem. And somehow? The entire gang ends up getting unofficially adopted by William Jakrapatr - the future heir of the Jakrapatr empire.
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