Part 3I Won’t Marry You If You Refuse To Let Me Graduate

I watched, unable to tear my eyes away.

Kevin unbuckled his belt.

"Ah!"

The gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I dropped my phone onto the bed in a panic.

Even though I talked a big game online and loved reading spicy web novels to destress, I was twenty-four, and this was the first time I had ever seen a man's... well, let alone my advisor's.

The sheer shock of it was dizzying.

Kevin’s voice came through, laced with worry.

"Baby? What happened?"

"Did I... did I scare you?"

I slapped my burning cheeks and declined the call.

I typed back deliberately: [Are you sure you're fully developed?]

Kevin: [?]

Me: [The male leads in the books I read are usually twelve inches.]

Kevin: [Where on earth did you read that?]

Kevin: [Those books are pure fiction. Mine is over eight inches, which is plenty. Honestly, I was worried you wouldn't be able to handle it.]

The absolute nerve of this man.

My face burned even hotter.

[I definitely couldn't handle it.]

[You're too old anyway.]

[I prefer younger guys.]

[Maybe I should find a college student instead.]

Kevin was thirty, so this blow was bound to hurt.

Sure enough, he immediately tried to video call again.

When I declined, he sent a frantic voice note.

"Baby, you can't look at other men. Please."

"Whatever you want, whatever size or shape, I can look into cosmetic procedures. I'll do anything."

"Please."

"Don't leave me."

"Mistress."

By the end, his voice was actually trembling.

I smiled, thoroughly satisfied.

Remembering I still had a thesis to revise, I decided to torture him a bit longer.

[We'll see how you behave.]

[I have work to do.]

Kevin typed back quickly: [What kind of work? Can I help you with it?]

He absolutely could, but I didn't dare say it.

[Someone called my writing total garbage. I have to rewrite the whole thing.]

Kevin sounded heartbroken for me: [That guy has zero taste. He sounds like an absolute piece of trash.]

I burst out laughing. He was literally insulting himself.

[Baby, send me the details. I'll come handle him for you and make him apologize on his knees.]

Right. He was just trying to trick me into meeting up.