Living With My Yandere Professor

Andrew instinctively wanted to say no, to argue, but seeing Scarlett’s eyes that seemed ready to shoot lasers and burn him, he was so scared that he swallowed his words.

"Don’t even think about arguing. That Friday, I was preparing lessons for the next class, and I forgot to close Word. When I went back to check today, I found that what I had done last time was gone. My computer always auto-saves. You must have looked at it then and panicked, forcing a shutdown, which caused it not to save."

’No way! Does she remember that? How can her memory be this good?’

Andrew felt completely numb. He never expected Scarlett to remember it so clearly.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t intentionally increase your workload."

"It was just the preparation material for one class; losing it doesn’t matter. I’m asking you, what did you see at that time that made you panic and force the computer to shut down?"

Scarlett didn’t care about the lesson preparation; she wanted to know what Andrew had been looking at that scared him into shutting down the computer directly.

After all, it was an event from the week before last. Scarlett only remembered it today when she opened her lesson preparation folder. She couldn’t clearly recall what was running in the background on her computer at that time.

"I didn’t see anything, I was just startled."

Andrew still wanted to casually brush it off.

But that seemed unlikely.

"Think carefully before you speak! What exactly were you looking at on my computer?" Scarlett glared fiercely.

Andrew felt as if he had been poked in the chest by a laser, almost losing the ability to form coherent sentences.

"Do... do you really want me to say it? I’m afraid you’ll get angry!"

"Say it! If you don’t, I’ll really lose my temper!"

Andrew swallowed hard and said tremblingly: "I just accidentally... saw... saw the video you had running in the background that you hadn’t closed."

"A video? What video? A video for lesson preparation? What’s so scary about that?"

Scarlett thought maybe she was watching a preparation video that day.

"Not that one."

"Then was it a cartoon? That’s not scary either."

"Not that either."

"Then tell me! What exactly did you see? Stop dragging it out."

Scarlett was curious what on her computer could scare someone into reacting like that. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Hearing this, Andrew helplessly puffed out his chest, adopting a look of facing death, ready to be executed.

Since she insisted on him telling her, he might as well say it.

"I don’t know what the video running in your background was called, but it was just a woman tightly hugging a young boy against her chest, looking extremely content."

To be honest, this video wasn’t that risqué. The people in the video were fully clothed, especially the female lead, who was wearing a low-cut top, which was much more modest than what those borderline streaming hostesses wore online.

It was just that a little bit of the woman’s cleavage was showing, and she was stroking the young boy’s head, making the scene look somewhat ambiguous.

It couldn’t compare to the study materials on Andrew’s own computer at all.

"Hmm? Hugging a young boy?"

Scarlett didn’t react for a moment, wondering if she actually had this video on her computer.

However, the next second, Scarlett finally realized what he meant, and her entire body stiffened and turned to stone on the spot.

Andrew watched as Scarlett’s entire body turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, trembling with shame, "Ah... Ah—"

She mumbled something unintelligible, then her vision went black, and she was about to faint.

"Hey! Scar, are you okay?"

"I’m okay..."

—

"Scar, I’ve made the pasta. Get up and eat," Andrew said.

Andrew came into Scarlett’s room and poked at a round thing wrapped tightly in a quilt on the bed.

But there was no response from inside; it remained the same.

Ever since Scarlett found out that Andrew had watched the risqué videos on her computer, she had been hiding in the quilt and refusing to come out.

And she had wrapped herself especially tightly, without a single gap.

"Then how about eating something else? You’ll get hungry if you don’t eat. It’s very late now; you must be starving."

Andrew poked the wrapped quilt again, but still got no reaction.

Andrew himself was getting hungry and was tempted to go eat dinner first.

After waiting for a while, a sound finally came from inside the quilt.

"Grrrroooan~~~"

"Scar, stop being angry. I was wrong. Let’s eat something first."

Andrew coaxed Scarlett again, and this time there was finally some rustling inside.

Andrew expected Scarlett to come out, but instead, a small hand, still a little red, emerged from the round, bundled quilt, pointing toward a drawer in the bedroom cabinet.

"The drawer?"

Andrew followed the direction of the finger and opened the drawer.

It was full of snacks!

Andrew recognized at a glance that these were bought when Starly was around. After she rushed back to the capital, all these snacks belonged to Scarlett.

Andrew understood what Scarlett meant, took a packet of biscuits, and placed it into the hand that was sticking out from under the quilt.

After receiving the biscuit, the little hand quickly retracted back into the bulging quilt.

There was some more rustling inside.

A moment later, a wrapper was pushed out from under the quilt, followed by the little hand reaching out again, signaling that she wanted more.

Andrew had no choice but to toss the wrapper and give Scarlett another snack.

After repeating this several times, Scarlett stopped moving inside the quilt.

"Scar, why don’t you get up and eat noodles? It’s not good to only eat snacks."

Andrew said, poking the bulging quilt again.

This time the bulging quilt reacted, but it shrank even tighter, and Scarlett’s embarrassed voice came from within.

"I’m not coming out, I’m too embarrassed!"

"It’s not embarrassing. I already know, it’s fine. Besides, I watch that stuff too."

Andrew originally intended to comfort Scarlett, but upon hearing this, she instantly sat up in bed. Even though her face was still red, she glared furiously at Andrew.

"What! You actually watch those women online! Are they that good-looking? Could they be better-looking than me?!"

Facing Scarlett suddenly holding up the quilt and angrily questioning him, Andrew sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at her with a bewildered expression.

"This... I don’t watch them much. And... you... you don’t let me hug you either."

"..."

Scarlett pouted for a moment, blushing, unsure how to retort.

The next moment, she flopped back onto the bed, curling into a ball.

"Uh..."

Andrew could only continue to persuade her helplessly. He also flopped onto the bed and leaned close to Scarlett’s bundled-up quilt, saying, "Scar, you should get up, or the pasta will get cold."

Just as he finished speaking, a hand suddenly reached out from the quilt and grabbed his arm.

"???"

Before Andrew could react, he was yanked inside, his entire upper body buried in the quilt.

It was pitch black inside; he couldn’t see anything, but he could clearly feel the hot breath exhaled from Scarlett’s nostrils, and the faint fragrance wafting toward him.

"Hmph! Didn’t you say I’m not allowed to touch you? Hug me all you want today!"

Without giving Andrew a chance to speak, he felt himself being pressed tightly against something soft and fragrant by a pair of slender arms, making it hard to breathe.

"Mmm!!!"

Scarlett was simultaneously getting revenge on Andrew by deliberately hugging him so tightly that she was suffocating the Little Thing.

Secondly, since her little secret had been discovered by Andrew, she might as well enjoy herself to the fullest.

She just loved the feeling of hugging Andrew and couldn’t resist gently nibbling his ear with her small mouth.

Being held like that made Andrew’s heart restless, but Scarlett’s strength was too great, firmly restraining him and preventing any possibility of him causing further trouble.

It wasn’t until Andrew was about to pass out from suffocation that Scarlett finally let him go.

Both sat on the bed, faces flushed.

Scarlett, panting, glanced at Andrew and asked lightly, "Have you had enough hugging now?"

Andrew took a deep breath, recovered slightly, and then chuckled, "Not quite enough. Can I hug you for a little longer? That feeling just now was really nice."

"Little Pervert," Scarlett rolled her eyes and ignored Andrew, getting off the bed and walking to the dining table.

Andrew followed her out, thinking the matter was over, and prepared to sit down to eat the pasta.

But Scarlett walked to the refrigerator and opened the door.

"Sister, I already put the sauce away. You don’t need to add more."

Andrew thought Scarlett was going to add more sauce and reminded her.

But Scarlett paid him no mind. Instead, she reached into the very back of the refrigerator and took out the durian peel she had asked Andrew to keep for her.

When she held it in her hand, Scarlett even stroked it.

Having been frozen for so long, the durian peel was already quite soft. It was still wrapped in plastic wrap and wasn’t prickly.

"This should be just right for punishing this Little Fellow; it won’t hurt too much," Scarlett murmured to herself.

But she wasn’t completely reassured. She pressed her face against the durian peel and pushed down hard to confirm it didn’t hurt before taking it out.

Andrew was startled when he saw Scarlett take out the durian peel. Then he immediately remembered that Scarlett had said it was for making tea, and a sliver of hope remained in his heart.

"Sister, do you want to make tea? I’ll go boil some water for you."

Just as Andrew was about to go to the kitchen, Scarlett called out, "Stop right there!"

"!!!"

Andrew froze on the spot, trembling slightly.

’Damn it!!!’

Scarlett placed the durian peel on the floor and coldly commanded Andrew, "Kneel."

"Can I kneel after finishing dinner?" Andrew tried to plead.

But clearly, this was just a dream.

"No! Kneel properly for me, and I will feed you while you eat your noodles."

"Oh."

Andrew stopped talking nonsense and knelt down.

It felt cool, without much pain. He felt it was less severe than being punished by kneeling directly on the floor.

Of course, Andrew didn’t say this out loud. He wasn’t a masochist; there was no need to endure the punishment unnecessarily.

Besides, Professor Scarlett herself was going to feed him pasta, how great was that.

Scarlett took a bite herself, held the bowl, and fed Andrew a bite.

She enjoyed the pleasure of feeding him while also punishing Andrew, truly a matter of killing two birds with one stone.

"Do you know why you are being punished?"

"I know. I shouldn’t have spied on your computer, Sister."

"Wrong!"

Scarlett took back the noodles she was about to feed Andrew. "Think carefully! Why exactly! Otherwise, no food!"

"Uh..."

Andrew’s brain spun rapidly, and he quickly answered again, "I shouldn’t have looked at the study materials."

"Good that you know," Scarlett nodded with satisfaction. "What if you look again in the future?"

"If I look again... if I look again..." Andrew’s eyes twinkled, and he suddenly grinned mischievously, "If I look again, then punish me like this one more time."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Scarlett tapped his head.

"You wish! You’re treating my punishment like a reward?" Scarlett glared at the grinning Andrew.

"Hehe."

"If you look again, I’ll tie you up."

"Oh."