"Please don't cling on me too much, Professor." Harker asked politely for the nth time already.
"Hm? Why not?"
Harker's eye twitched. "Your sweaty breasts are making my arm sticky. It's already stuffy here as is."
The annoying professor chuckled."But it's fine since you're gay anyway, right? It's not like my generous, supple breasts would have any effect on you. And if anyone asks questions, just tell them I'm your mom or supportive auntie to the queers."
"Whether I am gay or not, I still have the right to my personal space." Harker eventually yanked his arm away and stomped off.
Professor Seward laughed heartily as she tried to catch up. "Oh come on, Harker! I'm just teasing you here. Also, didn't we agree to stroll together to jog my memory of my own hometown? Don't go leavin' me behind in these woods!"
