Martha came through faster than he expected.
Ethan has decided that the next smart move would be to mingle with one of his professors, though, he noted that he must be quite cautious in doing so. One wrong move, and things could get very icky.
He asked martha to get him the number of his social sciences professor, Elara quinn.
She’s the youngest professor on campus, and relatively young too.
If that wasn’t impressive enough, she skipped half the usual ladder and landed the position before most of her peers even finished their post-docs.
On top of that, it’s currently one of the many subjects ethan is at risk of failing, even when he was studious, he was never quite fond of it. He stared at his professor’s contact for a while, contemplating how one would ideally approach this.
Charming your professor is already a difficult task, even more so when you’re failing their subject!
He decided to keep it simple, said he was struggling with the upcoming finals, which is quite believable given his laughable grades at the moment. And asked if she did private tutoring.
He waited almost a full day before hearing from her.
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Elara: I’m not really giving private sessions right now.
He pushed a little, said he was willing to pay extra than students normally would, and emphasized that he has lost hope of passing the material without help
Although she was initially reluctant, she decided she was rather free today, and wouldn’t mind.
They met at her place, her apartment was in one of the newer faculty buildings near the northern edge of the campus.
Clean, minimal, easy on the eye. She opened the door in a plain white blouse and dark slacks, her dirty blonde hair pulled back, and glasses on.
"Hello ethan, come in please, make yourself at home" she gestured him politely into the apartment, he followed her inside.
She stepped aside and pointed at the small dining table already set up with two chairs and a stack of printed pages "Well, without any further pleasantries, let’s get started"
She said, ethan nodded. He wasn’t really given the chance to start any small talk beforehand, well, good start.
The lesson itself was dry, or atleast for him. She talked, he half listened, occasionally asking questions so it didn’t look like he was completely checked out. This chapter is updated first at novelping . com.
Most of his attention stayed on her, the way she sat with her back straight as an arrow, the small crease between her brows when he corrected something.
Furthermore, the complete lack of flirtation or softness in her voice. She left absolutely no space for advancement.
How could a young women such as her not be flustered by being in the presence of such a handsome young man?
Or perhaps, simply, his perception of women has been significantly altered by all the sex he has been having both remain irrelevant, for he has to find a way to get in between her legs, one way or another. He isn’t here to learn, for fucks sake.
Still, an hour in, once the formal part wound down, the conversation loosened just a little.
"You’re so far behind you know, where’s the work ethic, you never skipped a lesson since I’ve known you, now I never see you on campus anymore." She asked, almost as if scolding him a little
"Well...My parents are getting divorced, just a lot of family problems going on...and yeah my grandmother also passed away. Its tough" he said, convinced thorougly of his own lie.
She nodded silently
"That’s unfortunate. Hope everything goes well."
Ethan shifted the topic a little, mostly out of amusement
"It’s quite the achievement, being the youngest professor on campus"
She smiled a little
"It all comes down to work ethic" she said, dropping the pen on the paper and stretching her back a little, her tits propping up a little at the movement, but ethan tried not to look at it directly.
"You think so? It doesn’t seem to me that we live in a society that rewards merit" he said, almost as if challenging her claim
And she found that quite...exciting, actually.
"Are you perhaps suggesting that I took...other routes... to achieve what many couldn’t comprehend?"
"No, not at all. It’s very impressive, that’s all im saying" he said
"No no, don’t backtrack on me, what are you suggesting" she insisted
He looked at her for a moment, then back at the papers
"Well, I’m just wondering if you come from a big family, paid your way up. That sort of thing"
She nodded, continuing the wear the smile from earlier
The small talk dragged for the better half of an hour, he found her to be surprisingly talkative, and actually witty.
Surprising, she seemed the stoic type for so long.
He nodded along, throwing in a couple of comments that made her snort once; and for a few minutes he thought he may be onto something special.
She glanced at the time through her phone, then looked back at ethan.
"So, ethan. That’s enough for today, I think." She said, her professional tone returning. "Review the notes I have given you, and you should be good"
"Yes, I will, thank you very much. I’m just wondering, can we have another session, say tomorrow same time?"
She pondered for a moment, then shrugged "I’m not promising, I’ll let my schedule decide. But I’ll send you a confirmation tonight."
Ethan stood up after her, slipping his phone into his pocket after transfering her the tutoring bill.
"Let me know, I would be very grateful if you could make time for another session."
"I’ll see" she said with a nod as she walked him to the door.
He started walking back toward the apartment, hands in pocket.
Already turning the whole over over in his head, it wasn’t all that eventful as he had hoped, he has gotten so used to women getting wet just by his presence that he couldn’t comprehend how she kept it so formal.
She literally treated him like any other student who needed help and then sent him on his way.
Did the system’s soft influence not do shit to her, he wondered it’s starting to seem like the more desperate he is, the harder it becomes to seduce.
Or maybe that’s just a theory.
Perhaps its even simpler than that, she is just not interested in students.
"Nah, there is no way she wouldn’t find me attractive" he shrugged it aside well, next time might be a chance to finally crack her shell, he hopes to himself. Refusing to give up just yet.