My Cold Professor Is My Online Sugar Baby

After getting roasted by my advisor at our group meeting, I sent my online boyfriend a photo of my legs.

Show it to your master right now!

I looked up.

My usually cold and aloof sharp-tongued advisor suddenly had his Adam's apple bobbing, his ears flushed red.

Curious, I sneaked a peek at his phone screen.

There was the message I had just sent.

Ah!!!

I was instantly dumbfounded.

But my hand had already initiated a video call with him...

The buzzing of Ethan Ford's phone vibrating was particularly jarring in the oppressively tense atmosphere of the group meeting.

I never would have dreamed in my wildest imagination.

That my cold-blooded, ruthless advisor was the online boyfriend who would cry while calling me master!

Ethan Ford's fingertip moved toward his phone screen.

My heart leapt into my throat.

Was he about to answer the video call?

Yes, answer it!

Hurry up and answer!

Ten minutes ago, he had just publicly berated me, calling my fifth-draft thesis a pile of garbage.

Once he realizes I'm his master, he definitely won't hold up my thesis anymore!

Oh heavens! How exciting!

Brother, I finally have hope of graduating!

I immediately sat up straight and proper.

The next moment.

The video call was rejected.

185 Dumb Rich Guy With Abs (the nickname I'd given him) sent messages in quick succession:

Baby, I'm in a group meeting right now, it's not convenient to show you.

I'll contact you later, okay~

Transfer $52,000

Puppy loves youjpg

I paused.

The smile hadn't even left my face yet.

When my advisor Ethan Ford's stern reprimand suddenly rang in my ears.

"Vincent Scott! What are you grinning about?"

I jumped in fright.

Hastily looked up.

Right into Ethan Ford's cold, sharp gaze.

Ethan Ford seemed furious to the extreme, staring at me without giving me any face:

"During your undergraduate years, you neither participated in any major research projects nor had any relevant academic background. I didn't even want to recruit you into the group back then. It was your academic counselor who strongly recommended you to me, saying you were a promising candidate worth cultivating."

"And the result?"

"Your experiments are a complete mess, your thesis writing is utter nonsense, you don't say a word during group meetings, and now you dare to play with your phone!"

"Do you even want to graduate?"

This is bad, this is bad.

I think I've really messed up big time.

My heart trembled with fear.

The other students were also too scared to breathe, but they all unanimously looked at me.

Their gazes were sympathetic, confused, relieved it wasn't them getting chewed out...

Since childhood, I'd excelled academically, making it all the way through university graduation on a steady diet of teacher praise and classmate admiration.

But after starting graduate school, from my proposal defense to my thesis, I'd lost count of how many times Ethan Ford had berated me.

My face burned with embarrassment.

Hot tears welled up in my eyes.

But Ethan Ford is so gentle with me online.

He even acts coquettish with me, saying things like "baby give me kisses" and "love master the most"...

I tried to explain to him.

But my voice shook like a sieve from grievance and nervousness.

"I was just... messaging my boyfriend. My boyfriend is actually..."

"Zero people present care, zero people want to know about your relationship drama!"

Ethan Ford coldly interrupted me:

"Next time you can't distinguish time and place like this, go apply for a new advisor. I won't supervise you anymore."

Ethan Ford wasn't just the youngest master's degree advisor at the schoolhis father was also the CEO of a publicly listed company and even had shares in the university.

If he refused to supervise me, the other advisors would be afraid of offending him and definitely wouldn't take me on either.

Then I'd be completely finished.

My blood ran cold.

After a long while, I stiffly squeezed eight words from my throat.

"Understood. It won't happen again."

As soon as we left the academic building, my senior Ryan Jenkins asked me with a worried expression.

"Vincent, how did you dare to make a video call during the group meeting today?"

Because I discovered Ethan Ford is my online boyfriend.

I was so happy I nearly lost my mind in that moment.

But thinking about it now, it's very strange.

I looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then lowered my voice and asked, "Do you think Professor Ford could possibly be dating a guy online?"

Ryan froze for a moment, then laughed:

"Professor Ford is famously an aloof ice prince. He doesn't even get close to women, let alone date guys online."

His expression changed, and he asked me seriously:

"You're not believing those online posts about confessing to your advisor about online dating when your thesis won't pass, are you?"

"Those are all clickbait. Don't believe them."

"Professor Ford is already dissatisfied with you. If you go and offend him with pranks, you really won't be able to graduate."

My heart sank with a thud.

I thought I'd hit the jackpot being in an online relationship with Ethan Ford.

But from Ethan Ford's perspective, it really does look like I'm deliberately retaliating against him.

After all, I made him call me master and wear a chest chain while showing off his abs.

Just now, I even asked him to show it to me!

Oh god, how humiliating, how terrifying.

I absolutely cannot let Ethan Ford know it was me he's been dating online!

I feigned composure: "I'm just curious. I wouldn't do something like that."

Only then did Ryan relax.

Shortly after I returned to my apartment, Ethan Ford sent me a message.

Baby, I'm free now. Should I show you now?

Ah!

Just thinking about how Ethan Ford is cold and cutting in person, with his shirt buttons always fastened to the very top.

But privately he's gay and shameless enough to want to pull down his pants for me to see.

The contrast is just too huge.

And he's my advisor!

How could I still dare to mess around?

Me: No need.

Ethan Ford panicked: Why not?

Am I not attractive to you anymore?

Or are you angry I didn't agree immediately?

No wonder you haven't accepted the money.

Baby, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I'm begging you, give me a chance to show you.

Then a video call came through.

My heart trembled along with the ringtone.

Perhaps because Ethan Ford had been so harsh with me, seeing him so humble now stirred a huge sense of satisfaction in me.

I even wanted to make him more miserable.

I wanted to humiliate him, then dump him.

But looking at the $52,000 he'd transferred...

...forget it.

I'll keep being the dominant one and continue this relationship for now.

However, the humiliation cannot be skipped.

I answered the video call.

We tacitly didn't show our faces as usual.

"Baby, are you angry?"

His clear, deep voice drilled into my ears.

Before, I hadn't thought about connecting it to Ethan Ford.

Now hearing this voice, it really was the same as Ethan Ford's.

I was afraid he'd recognize my voice.

I typed back to him: Not angry. You do your thing, I'll watch.

Ethan Ford breathed a sigh of relief.

His tone became cheerful.

"Okay, then I'll start."

I stared intently at the screen.

Ethan Ford unbuckled his belt...

"Ah!"

I couldn't control my outcry and even dropped my phone on the bed in fright.

Though I talk dirty all the time, am attracted to men, and love reading erotic fiction to decompress.

This was the first time in my 24 years of life seeing another man's... and it was Ethan Ford's, no less.

It was simply too shocking.

Ethan Ford's voice carried a trace of anxiety.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Did I... scare you?"

I patted my burning cheeks.

Ended the video call.

Deliberately asked: Did you not develop properly?

Ethan Ford: ?

Me: In novels, the male leads are all 30.

Ethan Ford didn't understand: 30 what?

Me: Centimeters.

Ethan Ford: ...

Ethan Ford: Novels are all made up. My 21 is already very impressive.

In fact, I'm even worried you won't be able to handle it (awkward.jpg)

This horny dog...

My cheeks burned even hotter.

Indeed can't handle it.

You're too old.

I like pink.

Maybe I should find a younger boyfriend.

Ethan Ford was already 30 years oldthis was enough to devastate him.

Sure enough.

Ethan Ford immediately called via video.

Seeing that I rejected it, he sent a voice message, saying anxiously:

"Baby, you can't find another man."

"Whatever color and shape you want, I can get surgery to achieve it."

"Please."

"You can't abandon me."

"Master."

By the end, his voice was trembling.

Hahaha.

I was extremely satisfied.

Thinking I still needed to revise my thesis later, I deliberately tormented him, saying:

Depends on your performance.

I need to get busy now.

Ethan Ford was very nervous: What are you busy with? Can I help you with anything?

Of course he could help.

But I didn't dare tell him.

Something I wrote got called shit. Now I have to rewrite it.

Ethan Ford felt so sorry for me: Then that person really has no taste. Sounds like trash.

Huh?

Cursing himself.

I burst out laughing.

Baby, send me your address. I'll come back you up and make sure he apologizes to you.

As if.

He clearly just wants to trick me into meeting in person.

Ethan Ford and I met in a livestream room.

I'm a faceless sleep-aid streamer.

He's my fan.

My parents both know I'm only interested in men.

They wanted me to start working early and earn more money while I'm young.

In case no one takes care of me when I'm old, at least I'll have money to support myself.

But high-paying jobs also have high educational requirements.

So I lied to my parents about having a job when I'm actually secretly pursuing my master's degree.

Besides needing to earn my own tuition and living expenses, worried that living in the dorms would expose me, I even rented an apartment off-campus.

I really desperately needed money.

After discovering that Ethan Ford was very dependent on me and very wealthy, I started reeling him in.

For example: deliberately not replying to his private messages, or not streaming for several days in a row.

When asked, I'd say I took on private clients.

That's when Ethan Ford would transfer money to buy my time.

I smiled and played hard to get:

There are people bidding higher than you. Why should I agree to you?

Ethan Ford's tone was pitiful: Then what do you want?

Me: I want an obedient puppy that belongs only to me, the kind that calls me master.

Ethan Ford coldly replied with Oh.

I thought I'd overplayed my hand.

Then he asked: Do you need me to sell my body?

Would you want to see my eight-pack abs?

Eight-pack?

I thought he'd fool me with stock photos from the internet. I didn't mind stock photos either.

Yes.

Ethan Ford sent a voice message.

His voice was low and seductive.

"I only show my boyfriend."

"Be my boyfriend, and I'll agree to anything you want."

And so, we established our romantic relationship.

But I only held the mindset of working to earn money.

To protect my privacy, we agreed not to send face photos or reveal our names.

But who could have imagined he was Ethan Ford?

I pretended to complain:

Afraid you'll show me something ugly.

Don't come.

Don't bother me today, or I'll block you.

Ethan Ford indeed quieted down.

I took the money and put down my phone.

But as soon as it passed midnight.

Ethan Ford, as if he'd been watching the clock, sent me crying voice messages.

"Baby, it's a new day now."

"Are you asleep?"

"I can change whatever you don't like about me."

"I need only you. I want you to be my wife."

"Please don't abandon me."

"Masters can't abandon their puppies."

"Master, please, just reply to one message."

...

I was still up late revising my thesis since I had to submit it to him tomorrow.

Originally full of resentment.

But hearing Ethan Ford crying that he needed only me and wanted me to be his wife.

It was like being hit by a sugar-coated bullet.

My heart sweetened.

My resentment immediately dissipated by more than half.

I asked him: Am I really that important to you?

Ethan Ford's voice was hoarse yet exceptionally firm:

"Extremely important."

"You're like the ray of light that illuminates my life."

"These two years with you, every single day I've been so happy."

"You're more important to me than my own life."

"Let's meet. I want to see you every day, take care of you, and spend my whole life with you."

My ears burned hot hearing this.

My heart melted completely.

Although Ethan Ford was usually cold, cutting, and harshmaking one regret that such a handsome guy had to open his mouth.

But thinking about his face, money, abilities... and his current obedient clinginess.

I really hit the jackpot.

I happily replied: I understand. Let's talk about meeting in June.

I need to get my diploma first before meeting.

Ethan Ford was very happy.

The next morning, I went to the academic building to find Ethan Ford on time.

Ethan Ford frowned at his computer screen.

"Are you sure you revised this according to my comments?"

My heart panicked. I leaned toward the computer screen.

"Yes. Is it wrong again?"

Ethan Ford's face was cold, the pressure around him frighteningly low.

I anxiously wrung the hem of my clothes.

"...Then should I revise and send it again?"

"But I think... I can't revise it anymore."

Ethan Ford glanced at me.

"Believe in yourself. Consider it fate's way of testing you with obstacles."

Ah, I was stunned for a moment, not expecting Ethan Ford to change from his venomous style and comfort me.

Could it be that thinking about meeting me, he's being nice to the whole world?

The little bit of joy in my heart hadn't even had time to spread.

When Ethan Ford poured cold water right over my head.

"But fate seems to think you're a donkey that needs constant grinding."

Me: "..."

Ethan Ford pointed at a section of the document with his mouse.

"What is this paragraph? Did AI write it?"

"No, I wrote it myself."

"You wrote it yourself?"

Ethan Ford scoffed lightly, his tone bone-chillingly cold:

"Next time you show me this, I won't let you enter the review and defense stage. Just apply for delayed graduation then."

A long ringing filled my head.

I was already under tremendous pressure, secretly pursuing my master's degree behind my parents' backs.

If I can't get my diploma, haven't these three years been completely wasted?

How would I explain this to myself and my parents?

And Ethan Ford said last night he'd back me up, but now he's the one driving me crazy!

I felt like Ethan Ford had stabbed me right in the armpit.

It really hurt so much, yet was so absurd.

In truth.

I had completely broken down.

I slammed his desk hard, saying:

"Ethan Ford! Are you really going to prevent your wife from graduating?"

Ethan Ford paused and looked up at me sharply.