The computer program

1. Dangerous thought

He planted a kiss on my cheek.

"You're my best student", he said. "Why do you think I like to fuck you all the time?"

"Because of my splendid personality?" I asked sweetly.

He pulled my trousers down, went down on his knees.

"Don't play sarcastic with me, Izuna." He started kissing the backs of my thighs, further and further up.

"Ohh..." I moaned, clenching my fists, closing my eyes.

"But yes. You do have a fantastic personality. However..." He put his hands on my hips, licking the inside of my left thigh, leaving no doubt in my mind as to where he was going. His long, brown hair fell forwards, touched my legs. "'Yes, please' still isn't enough."

"Hahh... Hahh!! More!!"

"Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want."

"What do you want?" I whimpered.

"To know whether you want me or not."

"Yes!!"

"Yes, what?!"

"Yes, please, professor Senju!!"

"Good boy", he praised.

And using his tongue, he showed me exactly how good he thought I was.

I smiled, shuffled closer as he put a strand of my dark hair behind my ear over and over, caressing my scalp with his fingertips meanwhile. He put his arm around me, planted a kiss on the top of my head.

"Remember our first time?" he asked.

"Yes", I whispered.

"You were so sweet. So shy..."

"Mmm", I said, hiding my face a little, showing him I was still just the shy boy he'd fallen for.

He pulled his fingers through my long, black hair, even longer than his.

"You're by far the best student this university has. The best student, in fact, that this university has ever had. Everyone says so."

I would have dismissed it if it wasn't for the fact that I knew that it was true. I went to the best technical university in the world according to current rankings, doing my final year on my Bachelor's degree in technical engineering. Next year, I would do my master's in computer engineering, specialising in artificial intelligence. I had a brain for mathematics and was a natural at coding, and artificial intelligence truly was the future of basically everything in science. I was highly sought after by the different professors we had; they constantly requested me to come work in their research projects. I had declined them all, saying I wanted to focus on my studies while truly, I hadn't found any of the projects challenging enough to consider them worth my spare time. 

One who hadn't begged me, however, was professor Hashirama Senju. He was our main teacher in artificial intelligence, which was a small but important part of the bachelor's program. He was young to be a professor, only thirty-five, which made him twelve years older than me. I enjoyed that age gap, and he seemed to enjoy it, too. He was frightfully smart, very pushy, and a master at holding engaging lectures which involved basically every student.

He was the only professor who hadn't asked me to join his team.

Even so, with his handsome face, strong jaw, kind eyes and long, glossy hair which he kept loose unless he was fucking me, when he preferred to have it in a low bun, I had immediately fallen for him.