My Professor, My Mate

Chapter 3

THE BET

I could feel my lips on something rather soft and beautiful. It was mesmerizing and I just had to see what exactly I had landed upon.

The sight of Professor Chris’ staring directly at mine intrigues me. And upon looking a little bit down I saw the truth. My lips were on his the whole time and he had the same plain face.

"I am so, so, sorry about this. I slipped and…", he placed his index finger on my lips all of a sudden, shutting me up in an instant.

"I understand, it's okay", he said with a level head. He was pretty cool with me and wasn't like other teachers who detested my presence all because I couldn't wolf out. He seemed to be quite the gentleman and I could feel a connection between us.

"I pledge my full loyalty and support to you Professor Chris ", I said unconsciously. I could see his cool gaze turning into a shocked one.

"Do you know what it means for you to pledge your loyalty to me?"he asked, still shocked by my words. I nodded my head, trying not to let my mouth get in the way once more.

"It means you would be submissive to me. You will become like my assistant with me telling you what and what not to do. Do you still want to pledge your loyalty to me?", he explained in an attempt to make me back off.

"Nevertheless, I pledge my loyalty to you. From this moment onwards. You have become my master and I, your submissive servant.", I responded.

Professor Chris held up a smile before standing up. He moved towards me and at the last minute patted my head. "Why don't you head to class? I don't want my loyal servant to miss classes.", he said with a smirk on his face.

Classes that day seemed far more interesting than before. Maybe it was because he was on my mind throughout the entire session. I couldn't just forget that charming smile he held when he patted my head. He was 6 ft 9 and I was 5ft 7. The perfect relationship combination a girl would dream of.

After school, I visited the Gym just to see Professor Chris . He was doing an arm push-up with ease and counting out loud "10001, 10002, 10003…".

"Professor Chris, can I help you with anything?" I asked. He looked towards me and the next minute he pretended I didn't exist. I could feel a surge of anger building up inside of me. I was used to being ignored but this seemed to make me paranoid for some reason.

"Professor Chris...I am here." I retorted once more. This time he didn't even look at me. Must I have done something wrong? Was he just not in a bad mood today? What had happened to the nice professor?

I approached him, standing in front of him till he decided to notice me. With a heave, he stood up from his workout and moved towards me.

"What are you doing here?", he asked in a rugged tone.

"Just came to check up on you before I left for home.", I said almost immediately.

"So you didn't come for training", he dropped the bomb on me.

"Training?", I asked. I had never taken any training after school due to the professors who believed I had zero potential to harness anything.

"I signed you up with me. You will be my loyal student and train with me till I decide you're worthy of standing on your own", he said, pushing my forehead with his index finger.

"I can't wolf out. I have zero abilities, no potential I am useless", I explained my situation to him but he didn't care.

"Come with me", he commanded. We both entered a door hidden behind the curtains. It seemed like a sports center that only professors of the school could access.

"This is where the training would take place. Don't miss a day of it, no matter the hardship you face.", he added before heading out.

As days passed I began to take after-school training from Professor Chris. I was always so eager to go for training and always drained after one. He made me do a hundred pushups even if I did it wrong. He didn't care if I was tired, he hung up on the water-only call.

I could feel myself gaining strength day after day. Usually, I had it tough running up 245 steps to get to the library but I got used to it after 5 days of non-stop running up and down the stairs.

During training, he had zero pity on me. If I failed a session I was to repeat it before the next session. He never forgot a missed session and he usually tripled the training if one was ever missed.

I once thought about escaping his training but that didn't turn out well. I had escaped from classes and was about to head off when I spotted him standing at the college gate. It was like he knew me in and out all of a sudden.

"Can I take a break from training? Just one day off.", I pleaded as he sipped a cup of coffee down his throat.

"If you want to skip training you have to prove to me that you have learned even a little something." His face became plain with no emotions. I could feel his aura becoming steep on me.

"A thousand push-ups? 10 laps around the field? Running 10 times up and down the stairs? Just name it.", I asked, wanting to do anything to have just a day off.

"You have to spar with me", his voice became deeper than before. He took off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and a nice set of abs. I couldn't believe I was getting to see him in this state. It felt just like heaven to me.

"Why don't we make a bet? If I beat you, I get a day off and another something extra but if you beat me you get to do anything you want."