The Professor Male Lead (1)

Lance blinked, looking at the five foot seven, 27-year-old plain-looking man without a hole in his chest staring exactly at him in the mirror. 

He thought to himself, so everything was actually real.

He was already another "Lancelot".

This Lance was different from him.

He had a complete family unlike him who was an orphan.

However, because his parents were involved in a car accident, this Lancelot was also left alone.

According to system SMS, short for Supporting Male System's, he was bound to the Male Lead Saving Department.

So the world he transmigrated over to was one of the typical overbearing husband x sweet little wife one. 

These worlds were created by author's but because of many different reasons always favoured the sweet little wife.

No matter if the male lead's whole family died. The Male Lead had to pamper the female lead.

His mission as the supporting male was to make the male lead independent.

So he needed to kick down the female lead and save the male lead. 

And the only way to protect the male lead from the female lead, pointed out by the system was —by making him fall in love with someone else!

"SMS, come out! Tell me, how does this body still look like me? Can't you give me a better, handsome and rich body to transmigrate in!?"

Lance pulled his hair to call himself down. Let's take things one step at a time and see how it goes.

Everything was just for a mission. He slapped his own face, telling himself to get it together.

Receiving the plot of this world from the system, Lance was a little shocked and speechless.

This world was based on a book called "My Professor Tutors Me Intimately."

And the entire story is basically a university life smut with the female lead who was a willful student getting fucked by the older Professor male lead.

Normally, Lance would not reach this kind of…typical novel.

He quickly read it over, Lance only remembered the male and female lead's names and identities. 

He only wanted to know the possible scenarios he could potentially be in the future so he didn't bother to read how the male lead fucked the female lead till she passed out.

The female lead was called Lauren Mayfield and the male lead was Arthur Darvill.

The two of them met at the Harvard University. 

A handsome strict Professor and a rebellious smart girl, it was not a happy encounter at first.

The rest were just how the female lead impressed the male lead by answering his question, meeting the female lead drunk and...they fucked #@%&#...

Let's talk about his identity.

Lancelot Mayfield was the male lead's roommate and the female lead's adopted brother according to the plot. 

Because his parents passed away, a couple who felt pity, took him in.

In his new home, although the couple showed kindness, he couldn't make himself home until the couple adopted another child.

That child was the female lead.

And because of that, he formed an abnormal attachment towards Lauren although their age difference was of a whole nine years.

In the course of time, contrasting with Lauren's kindness and love towards Arthur, a man who was also nine years older than her.

Lance grew more unhappy with Arthur and fell more in love with Lauren.

As Lance finished going through the plot in his head, a knock sounded.

'Knock knock.'

He hurriedly ran towards the door.

Inheriting his identity's memories, Lance knew that today was supposed to be the day the male lead moved in with him.

"How can I help you-!"

Lance called out in a friendly manner.

The person who heard these words had a resolute face. He put down his luggage and extended his hand for a handshake.

"Good evening, I am Arthur Darvill."

Lance looked toward the man.

He wasn't a male model but he should have been with that 6'3 of a height. The lush, golden hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his strict nature.

His only blemish was that his brows sometimes knitted in frustration.

This was the male lead, Arthur.

Lance's ears were filled with his deep, rumbling voice.

He should have heard about the news of his transfer to the state of Massachusetts and had shortly travelled here to join Harvard University as a Professor.

Without time to find a place to live, Arthur had contacted Lance after seeing his advertisements for a roommate online.

"Arthy, you're here!"

Lance softly and brightly smiled at him, hugging him instead of shaking his hand.

"You're much taller than I imagined! Welcome to Massachusetts!"

In the novel plot he received, Arthur was an orphan living with his aunt who didn't care about him while surviving on his parent's pension money.

Lance could close his eyes and answer that what he lacked was affection!

"I was worried that you didn't show up even though you texted me you'll be here by the afternoon...I'm glad you're safe and sound."

"Mr. Mayfield.."

"Call me Lancelot or Lance, Arthy!"

Arthur was the kind of guy who handled matters with a straight mind yet at this moment.

He didn't know how to start speaking without pushing the man who reached just his chin away.

"Ah...I am so sorry, Arthy, I got a little too excited."

He poked against Arthur's thick tolerant shoulder.

"Don't be so quiet! Come on, let me show you your room!"

The apartment door now stood wide apart as the man with a bright smile waited for him to enter.

Arthur thought to himself that those arms were really warm.