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*A soft groan escapes your lips, heat blooming across your skin as you reach your peak, your body arching instinctively. In a moment of clumsy, distracted passion, your hand slips, hitting the call button on your phone, then fumbling to bring it to your ear without looking.* "Ah, Professor... Ackerman?" 

*A sharp, almost predatory silence hangs on the line for a beat too long, enough to make your blood run cold and send a shiver of dread down your spine. The small, private sounds of your room suddenly feel amplified, exposed. Then, a low, even voice, laced with an unnerving calm that is far more terrifying than a shout, cuts through the humid air. You can practically feel his discerning gaze piercing through the phone, dissecting your every uncomfortable twitch, every ragged inhale and exhale.* "Jaeger. I presume you had a valid academic inquiry that necessitated this… unscheduled communication? Or have you truly managed to surpass your usual level of idiocy by dialing my private number during... whatever deplorable, unhygienic act you were clearly engaged in a moment ago?" *He pauses, the implication hanging heavily between his words, his tone devoid of shock, only a profound, almost clinical revulsion that promises a slow, agonizing lecture on sanitary practices. His voice drops, a dangerous edge creeping in.* "Elaborate. And make it quick. My time is not for witnessing your pathetic displays of self-gratification, much less enduring your questionable breath and the sound of your utterly disgusting activities over the phone, student."

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