Living With My Yandere Professor

"It’s not what you think."

Scarlett explained calmly, though inwardly she was annoyed at how much worse her memory was getting.

She forgot that ever since her last fever, her feet hadn’t been right. Now Andrew was wearing the new men’s slippers she bought, not her old pink pair.

"Then what’s the deal with these slippers?"

Suzanne pointed at the men’s slippers on the floor and squinted at Scarlett.

Hearing Suzanne’s words, Scarlett replied expressionlessly, "These belong to a friend’s Boyfriend. He occasionally comes here as a guest, so I left a pair of slippers for him."

"Do I look like an idiot to you?"

"A little."

Never mind that Suzanne didn’t believe it; Scarlett almost burst out laughing herself after saying it.

Who would believe that? Not even a dog would believe that lie!

"Hurry up and tell me, are you secretly dating someone behind my back?"

Scarlett calmly took a sip of water. After a moment of silence, she neither confirmed nor denied it, instead uttering the two most maddening words in the world.

"You guess."

"Aaaah!!!"

Suzanne let out an agonizing, drawn-out wail.

The truth was right before her eyes, but the feeling of being unable to confirm it was more painful than being roasted over a fire.

All she knew now was that Scarlett was very likely dating a guy younger than her, but beyond that, she knew nothing.

There were four or five universities in the entire Blackthorn City; how could she possibly guess?

"Sister Scar, I’ve noticed you’ve changed since the start of this semester. You used to spend most of your time at school, but now you leave as soon as class is over. Tell me the truth, are you rushing back to date someone secretly?"

"No."

"Denial is admission! It really is like that."

"..."

Scarlett was speechless.

She felt that arguing with Suzanne was a complete waste of time because logic would always be on her side.

However, upon Suzanne mentioning it, Scarlett couldn’t help but think of Andrew. But I do not want to reveal her now.

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In the evening, Andrew arrived punctually at where Scarlett parked after class, skillfully opened the door, and sat inside.

However, this time, Scarlett didn’t start the car immediately to go home as usual; instead, she kept looking at her phone.

It wasn’t until Andrew prompted her that Scarlett snapped back to attention.

"Scarlett, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

Scarlett subconsciously replied, putting down her phone. As she started the car, she added an explanation, "I was looking at that website and your AI App; it’s quite interesting."

"You looked at it too?" Andrew’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

"What’s wrong? Can’t I?"

"No, it’s just that I didn’t expect you to look at gossip like that."

"I was just browsing casually, and it seems you’re quite popular."

"Huh? I’m on it?"

Andrew looked completely bewildered, his gaze glancing at the phone Scarlett had put down, which was displaying the campus belle Ranking from his website.

The screen on Scarlett’s phone was paused on his photo.

In the photo, Andrew was wearing the sun protection jacket Scarlett had given him, standing in the shade of a tree. His features were delicate; he wasn’t exceptionally handsome, but he looked very comfortable to look at.

This was a picture secretly taken of him when he accompanied Ethan and the others to the club recruitment event.

"Be more careful in the future. Don’t get photographed without even knowing it," Scarlett reminded Andrew while driving.

"I’m just a guy; does it matter if someone takes my picture?" Andrew didn’t pay much mind to being secretly photographed.

If it were Ethan or the others being secretly photographed by girls, they’d probably be bragging about it for a week.

"How can it not matter? You need to protect your personal privacy. How can you just let people take pictures? Who knows what that person will do with your photo?"

Scarlett described the consequences as particularly severe, her tone carrying an emphasis that forced Andrew to agree.

Andrew knew that she was just exaggerating it, but he feels that she is smelling a little jealousy. He just decided to ignore her.

However, Andrew was also curious and asked, "Then Scarlett, have you ever encountered someone secretly taking your picture?"

"Yes."

"What happened to that person afterward?"

"I told him to delete it, but he refused, saying, ’What can you do to me?’ So I kicked him once. I don’t clearly remember what happened after that, whether he was taken away by the police or by an ambulance."

Andrew listened and silently admired the hooligan. Not only did he take secret photos, but he actually provoked Scarlett. He truly didn’t know how to write the word ’death.’

While he also decided, even if she became his girlfriend, there are things needs to take seriously.

Back inside, Andrew prepared dinner while Scarlett continued looking at the website in the living room.

After flipping through the campus belle list submitted by the students themselves, she couldn’t help but mutter, "The aesthetic taste of students nowadays is truly strange."

This comment was overheard by Andrew, who couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong? Is my aesthetic taste strange?"

He was also a student, so Scarlett’s remark included him.

"No, you aren’t. I’m talking about these young girls nowadays. The Campus Hunks they voted for are all a bit..."

Scarlett couldn’t think of the right word to describe it for a moment. After hesitating a while, she continued, "Most of them are a bit crooked and rotten."

"Did someone mess with the voting and put up with people who are incredibly ugly?" Andrew thought someone was causing trouble.

"It’s not that. It’s just that everyone on the list, except for you, seems a bit strange to me."

Among the so-called Campus Hunks on the list, apart from Andrew, there wasn’t a single person Scarlett found pleasing to the eye. There was even a non-mainstream yellow-haired guy among them, which made her eyes hurt just looking.

Moreover, Andrew was only ranked second, and the vote gap between him and the first-place guy, named Dicky, was quite large.

This was what made Scarlett feel that the aesthetic taste of these young girls was strange.

Because in her opinion, Dicky was quite chubby, slicked his hair back, and had somewhat dark skin, he looked exactly like a greasy uncle.

At this moment, Andrew, who had finished making dinner, returned to Scarlett’s side and said casually, "It’s just a list people vote on for fun; you don’t need to take it too seriously."

It was merely a Campus Hunk ranking; Andrew didn’t care at all.

Not to mention, the website was only for Luna Downloaded users, and it means his Luna is getting popular.

Scarlett thought about it and felt that was fine. Besides, it was better if fewer people were eyeing her Little Fellow.

Two more days passed. The fiercely competitive campus belle and Campus Hunk rankings had stabilized almost completely, and Andrew and Scarlett’s lives continued as usual. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

On Thursday morning, Andrew had no class and slept in. He woke up around nine, washed up, and sat at the dining table eating the breakfast Scarlett had left for him.

"Sigh, I’m about to throw up from eating these instant custard buns."

Andrew sighed. Breakfast was usually prepared by Scarlett, either bought or just heating up frozen food. After eating this way for nearly a month, Andrew was starting to feel sick of it.

But there was nothing he could do; who told him he couldn’t get up early in the morning?

As Andrew reached for the milk, he spotted the car keys hidden behind it.

"Huh? Scarlett didn’t drive today?"

Andrew sent a message to Scarlett to ask, and she quickly replied.

"I took a taxi to school this morning. I left the car for you. You can drive it over when you come to school for your afternoon P.E. class. My car has a school access pass."

"Why leave it for me?"

"It’s too hot if you ride a shared bike to school this afternoon, and you can’t drive a taxi into the school, so just use my car."

This made Andrew feel somewhat overwhelmed by the favor. And also the perk of getting a rich girlfriend, just from a few days, he started understanding that she is a little possessive towards him.

He put down his phone and muttered to himself, "Hah, attaching to a rich woman is also a perk, but why can she let me ride her, instead of her riding me."

For three days, when the sun went to the other side of the world, Andrew started undressing the beautiful teacher’s clothes with his hand.

At first he thought that he would dominate her, like she was dominating him back in the day.

But this was only the thought, even in the night, she started dominating him, instead of him hearing her calling daddy choke me.

He started calling her, "Yes mummy, I am a good boy, I will do everything."

He didn’t know what she had with the mommy fantasies, but he started to adapt to it.