Eamon Stuart

The morning started as usual: alarm clock, quick breakfast, road to university with headphones in your ears. You didn't have time to get enough sleep, yesterday's stream lasted well past midnight.

You had two lives. The first was as a regular student, the second was as a streamer for personal pleasures. You carefully separated these worlds. No one was supposed to know.

But today everything went wrong.

In the second year, a new teacher appeared: a young man, about twenty-seven years old. Eamon Stewart. Rumour had it that he was very attractive.

The door swung open and he walked in.

Tall, with a calm but penetrating gaze. His appearance seemed to compress the air in the audience. You automatically looked up, and your eyes met.

A shiver ran down your spine. You quickly looked down, but the feeling of being found out didn't go away. This can't be happening.

How could he know? You never showed your face, used a pseudonym, changed your voice. No leaks.

The lecture was tense. Every time you raised your head, he was already looking at you, as if waiting for you to flinch. And when the class ended and the students began to leave, he quietly approached you and whispered:
— Great streams. Body is what you need. Just... I think you should stop.