CHAPTER 131: CHAPTER 131 A PROFESSOR SIN

Goosebumps crawled across the professor’s body as he stared at the intruder’s dangerous smile. The reality of his fate crashed down on him; he could already see himself sacked, ruined.

"Who... are... you?" he stammered, the words scraping his throat. The student who’d been about to fuck the elderly man didn’t seem bothered—he stood there unbothered, like a storm in human form.

Daniel glared at the boy, irritation flashing across his face. Was it pride? Or just stubbornness? One word from that kid — one word — and the whole school would know. Expulsion would be the least of their worries. But to Daniel, the professor’s career might as well be finished.

"So now you can’t speak, stuttering?" Daniel said, his voice void of mercy.

What did this stranger want? Why had he even entered my office? The professor was sure he’d locked the room; from the cotton curtains to the window, every secret had been sealed. And now his darkest was exposed.

"Do you want to speak, or should I scream so the whole school can come and see you here?" Daniel threatened. The man immediately dropped to his knees, begging.

"Don’t, please! I worked so hard for this career—my whole life is at stake. I’ll do anything you want. Money— I’ll transfer it right now." The professor begged, bargaining for his life.

Daniel felt insulted. Money? Because of the way he dressed, the old man assumed he needed cash. How pathetic. This was the perfect moment to use the advantage fate had handed him.

The student began dressing back, buttoning his shirt, pulling on his trousers. He was about to leave when Daniel refused to let him go.

"Young man, take a seat. I haven’t heard from you," Daniel commanded. The student, whether from stubbornness or shock, spared him no glance and reached for the door—until something flew and landed a few inches from his head. It was a sharp, glinting dagger. His eyes snapped to it.

Air left him. Terror drained the color from his face.

"You are..." he pointed at Daniel, voice small.

Daniel didn’t mind. The dagger had been one of the tools he’d taken from the villa—hidden in the side of a shoe. He’d learned a move or two from Adrian and Alex, mostly by watching. He wanted to be as dangerous and cunning as they were. Killing wasn’t a burden anymore if it served his plan; ending the life of an insect would be a piece of cake.

At Daniel’s command, the student walked like a puppet to a chair. The professor, naked and humiliated, sat with his deflated dick hanging like a flat tire. Daniel wondered what could push a student to fuck an old cargo like this—was the young man’s taste that awful?

"Okay, where do we start?" Daniel said. "First, my purpose of visit—before I address this embarrassing act." He moved to the desk and picked up the golden nameplate: Professor Robin Williams. Daniel grinned.

The laptop was on. The semester results were mid-computation, ready to be submitted.

"Okay, man—do you know Draven Swift?" Daniel asked, more a statement than a question. Robin’s fear thickened.

"Yes. He’s among my final students who are supposed to graduate early next year," Robin answered, voice trembling. Daniel nodded, satisfied.

"Okay, professor. Here’s my problem: you’ve been failing him constantly. And I have a feeling you weren’t always doing that—someone made you." Daniel went straight to the point.

Robin’s heart sank and his breaths came faster.

"I mark honestly. They all know me—how professional I am." He said it like a shield.

"Do they know that you fuck your student in your office?" Daniel said. The question cut the room into silence. Robin shook.

"Because, Robin—pardon my words—you don’t deserve my respect. Draven isn’t daft. If he reads that, he should at least have some credit, but you’ve been failing him suspiciously." Daniel’s glare pinned him.

"Did he send you? Were you sent by Draven? If I make a statement, his academic qualifications will be tarnished for eternity." Robin tried to play his card, determined not to go down today.

Daniel didn’t flinch. He looked Robin dead in the eye.

"Sent by Draven? Nope. But that won’t make me blind to when my beloved needs help. Thank God for the lessons my boys taught me. Now, I think I can pretty much put a person through a dagger attack." Daniel smiled, and his psychotic side edged forward.

This part of him had been dormant, but now he wanted to pour his rage out. This useless man was the perfect outlet. His revenge might have been delayed, but he wouldn’t let anyone take advantage of his people—even if that person didn’t trust him enough to speak up.

Robin nearly peed himself when Daniel advanced, dagger raised. He fell to his knees and sobbed.

"It was a girl. She threatened me—she heard rumors and used a video. She told me to keep failing Draven Swift or my career would be ruined," Robin cried.

Daniel didn’t look moved. "And you continued to screw in your office with that confidence?" he said, letting the words hang. His suspicion hardened: Beatrice Bradford had been behind Draven’s numerous fails—maybe to get him close to her. If that was true, then whoever engineered this was playing a dangerous game. Killing that bitch would end up in Daniel’s hands.

"I won’t hurt you, old man. But take this laptop, compile all of Draven’s recent results again, and repost them. If anyone asks why the sudden change, say it was your mistake—that Draven didn’t fail." Daniel’s voice was cold but certain. Robin’s eyes widened.

"But that costly mistake... it could cost me my job." His voice shook.

Daniel’s glare made him jump. "Maybe compiling the results won’t be that bad," he said. Robin nodded frantically.

"Go on. Start." Robin’s hands trembled as he typed, fingers shaky but obedient beneath the looming blade. He recomputed everything. Draven Swift’s real results emerged. Daniel looked, smiled.

"That’s more like it. Good job, Robin. Now send it to the school portal."

Robin moved to send it. His hands found the emergency buzzer beneath the desk—standard in top-official offices. Panic flickered in his eyes; he pressed it by reflex. Red alarms began to blare throughout the building. Security guards—armed—rushed toward the professor’s office. Daniel’s eyes turned venomous.

"I warned you," he hissed, and shoved the man hard into an iron bar. A cracking noise echoed, and blood pooled around Robin’s head.

Footsteps thundered. Daniel lunged for the laptop and, just as Robin had been about to erase everything, Daniel clicked SEND. The results were delivered.

They battered the door down. Inside lay Robin—stiff, surrounded by a spreading pool of blood. Beside him, a student shivered, gibbering nonsense. Daniel had left him alive on purpose, his warning clear.

"Say anything different about what happened here," Daniel said quietly, "and you’ll be sorry. Midnight—expect me in your most vulnerable hour." The threat worked like a charm. The terrified boy stammered and sputtered, too afraid to meet Daniel’s eyes.