Depraved Professor

Chapter 9: "Moral Dilemmas"

I'm sitting in my room, surrounded by stacks of papers and notes. In his hands — evidence of illegal actions of Harris. But the closer I get to the goal, the more I'm tormented by doubts.

Is it worth destroying Harris ' career to beat him? On the one hand, he deserves to be punished for his actions. On the other hand, I'm afraid of the consequences. What's in store for me after the truth comes out? Can I move on with my life knowing that I caused someone else's life to collapse?

My head is a whirl of thoughts. I imagine exposing dirt, and Harris losing his position and reputation. But at the same time, I see something else: condemnation from some people, possible threats, a break with those who do not understand my action.

In the evening, I decide to discuss it with David. We meet in our nook in the garden.

"David," I say, looking him straight in the eye, "I have evidence in my hands that could ruin Harris' career. But I do not know if this is correct...

David looks at me seriously.

"Emily, you must understand that this can have serious consequences. Not just for Harris, but for you. Are you sure you're ready for this?

— I do not know, " I admit. "On the one hand, Harris deserves to be punished. On the other hand ... I'm afraid of what might happen next. What if I become like him in the eyes of others?

David takes my hand gently.

— You're not like him. You are acting out of a sense of justice, not out of a desire to harm. But you must be prepared for the fact that the path to justice may not be easy.

His words calm me down a little, but I still have my doubts. I understand that the decision should be mine, and many things in my life depend on it.

At night, lying in bed, I go over and over the possible scenarios in my head. I can imagine Harris losing everything, and others finding out the truth about his actions. But at the same time, I find myself thinking that deep down I want everything to be solved somehow differently, without such drastic measures.

At such times, I seek solace in erotic fantasies. They are like an outlet for stress, a way to forget about moral dilemmas for a while and immerse yourself in the world of sensual pleasures. I think back to my moments of intimacy with David, and it makes me feel better. These memories give me the strength to continue fighting, but at the same time make me think: is defeating Harris worth sacrificing your future and relationships with your loved ones?

The next day, I think again about whether to go all the way. I know Harris won't leave me alone until I put him in his place. But am I ready for what's coming? Am I prepared for the consequences of my decision?

These questions haunt me. I feel like I'm standing at the crossroads of two roads, each leading into the unknown. And not only my future depends on my choice, but also the fate of other people.

However, I feel that the solution is already somewhere close. It is growing in me, and soon I will have to voice it. But for now, I'm still thinking, weighing the pros and cons.

And every time I close my eyes, I see Harris's face-domineering, cold, with the faintest hint of mockery. That face seems to push me to a decision, making me realize that one way or another, the confrontation must end. And soon.

The days are getting harder. The pressure from Harris continues unabated, and my doubts and fears only grow. But every time I feel like I'm running out of energy, I think of David. His support, his love, is what keeps me afloat.

We meet in the nooks and crannies of the university campus, and in those moments I forget about all the problems. I feel safe in his arms, and his touch gives me the strength to keep fighting.

One evening, we find ourselves in his room. The lights are dimmed, and the scent of his perfume lingers in the air. I look into his eyes and realize I need more than just words of encouragement right now.

"David," I whisper, snuggling up to him, " this is so hard for me… I do not know if I can handle all of this.

He kisses me gently on the forehead.

— You can do it. You're stronger than you think. And I'll be there for you, no matter what happens.

His words are heartwarming, but I want more. I want to feel his closeness, his warmth. I slowly undo the buttons on my blouse, looking into his eyes. David understands without words. His hands slide over my body, and with each touch, I feel the tension leave me.

Our lips merge in a kiss, and I'm lost in the sensation. At this point, there is no Harris, no moral dilemmas, no fear of the future. It's just the two of us and our passion.

Later, lying in his arms, I feel refreshed. It's as if these moments of intimacy give me enough energy to overcome any difficulties.

"You are my strength, David," I whisper, looking into his eyes. — I couldn't have done it without you."

He smiles and kisses my temple.

— We can do this together. I promise.

After our meetings, I really feel better. Intimate moments with David fill me with determination. I'm starting to see powers in myself that I didn't know I had before.

But at the same time, I understand that there are still many challenges ahead. Harris won't stop until he breaks me, and I won't back down until I get justice.

Every time I meet David, I go back to my notes, to the evidence of Harris's misconduct, and I feel like I'm ready to go all the way. His love and support give me confidence, and I firmly decide: I must win.

However, I know deep down that the price of winning can be high. Still, I'm willing to pay the price, because now I have something worth fighting for.

With these thoughts, I fall asleep in David's arms, feeling happy and safe. And at the same time, I still have the feeling that the most difficult tests are still ahead of me.

But as long as I have David, I'm ready for any challenge. His love is my strength, my support, and my salvation.

Tension at the university is at its peak. Harris doesn't let up and prepares to give me the final blow. I feel that he is preparing to publicly humiliate me, make a mockery of me in front of the entire university.

At one of the lectures, Harris starts asking me provocative questions, clearly trying to make me lose my temper. His tone is caustic, and his eyes are mocking. I try to stay calm, but I'm seething inside.

"Emily," he says, looking down at me, " are you so sure of your accusations?" Or is it just an attempt to attract attention?

A whisper ripples through the audience. I feel the eyes of my classmates on me — curious, judgmental, sympathetic. But I'm not going to back down.

"My accusations are based on facts," I say firmly. "And I'm willing to provide proof."

Harris chuckles.

"Proof?" I wonder what evidence you have? Do you really think anyone would believe a student's words against a professor's?

At this point, I make up my mind. It was time to answer him. I take out the prepared documents and put them on the table.

"Here's my proof," I say, looking him in the eye. — It has everything: financial irregularities, eyewitness accounts, records that confirm his illegal actions.

The audience freezes. Harris pales, his face contorted with anger.

"That's a lie! — Stop it! " he shouts. — It's all a setup!

But I can already feel the attitude of others changing. Some people start whispering, others look at Harris in disbelief.

After the lecture, my hands are shaking as I leave. But at the same time, my confidence is growing: I made the right move.

I'm meeting David tonight. He hugs me, whispers words of encouragement. I feel safe in his arms, but at the same time I know that the most difficult part is yet to come.

Later, when we are alone, our relationship takes on a new level. In a fit of passion, we reveal new aspects of our feelings to each other. This time, the intimacy feels special — as if we are confirming our connection, our willingness to fight together to the end.

I close my eyes and feel his hands slide over my body. In these moments, there is no fear, no doubt — just the two of us and our passion.

When it's all over, I lie in his arms and think about the challenges ahead. But now I know that with David, I can overcome everything.

Still, I know in my heart of hearts that the shocking revelations have changed the way people think about Harris. His reputation has been shaken, and he may soon lose his position. But the price of this victory is high, and I will have to think again and again about whether it was worth it.

In the meantime, I'm just enjoying the moment, feeling strong and confident around the person I love.