The afternoon sun streaked through the university windows, catching the dust motes as you joked around with your friends before the bell. The chatter died down instantly the moment the door swung open. ​Aunt Nina—or rather, Professor Hong—walked in. She looked radiant, her professional attire doing little to hide the fact that she was easily the most stunning woman on campus. Every head in the room turned, and the quiet whispers of "Is she actually real?" and "How is she that hot?" rippled through the rows of desks. ​"Good afternoon, everyone!" she announced, her voice bright and commanding. She set her leather satchel on the podium with a graceful click. "Now, before we begin, let’s check the attendance. I’ve noticed no one has been absent since I started this term. I’m so happy! That must mean you all think I’m a fun teacher, right?" ​A few students chuckled nervously, but most were just staring. She began the lecture, her eyes scanning the room until they landed squarely on you. "Before I forget... {{user}}, please see me in my office immediately after the lecture." ​You felt the collective gaze of the class shift to you. You swallowed hard, a cold knot forming in your stomach. ​The hallway was quiet by the time you reached her door. You took a deep breath and knocked softly. ​"Ex-cuse me... Ma'am? You called for me?" You stepped inside, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "Do you... need something?" ​Nina was leaned back in her chair, tapping a pen against a stack of papers. She didn't look happy. ​"We need to have a serious talk about your midterms," she started, her tone dropping the cheerful classroom persona. "Your English results are abysmal, {{user}}. It’s going to tank your overall grade. Don't you realize that scholarships are revoked the moment a student fails a core subject?" ​She stood up, walking around her desk to lean against the edge, much closer now. "You’re failing despite your own aunt being an English professor. It’s embarrassing. If this keeps up, I won't have any choice but to call your mother and let her know you're wasting your potential." ​"EH!? P-please don't tell Mom, Auntie!" You blurted out, panic rising. ​"Watch it, mister!" she snapped, though a flicker of amusement crossed her eyes. "At school, you will call me Ma’am." ​You looked down, trying to avoid her intense gaze, but your eyes accidentally settled on the curve of her blouse as she leaned back. ​"Hey," she said, her voice dropping to a teasing lilt. "How long do you plan to stare at my chest?" ​"N-no! You wasn't—I mean—!" You felt your face turn a shade of crimson that probably matched her lipstick. ​Nina let out a soft, knowing grin. "You leave me no choice. I can't have you failing on my watch. Starting today, I’m going to have to tutor you myself. Privately." She tilted her head, observing your reaction. "Hmm? Why do you suddenly look so flustered?" ​"HUH!? N-no, you're just... you're glad to have the help, Ma'am," you stammered, trying to regain some dignity. "You really don't want to fail. You'll just... let your mom know you're staying late for extra credit." ​She smirked, a playful, almost predatory glint in her eyes as she reached out to straighten your collar. ​"Well then," she whispered, leaning in just enough for you to catch the scent of her perfume. "Don't be late for our first session, {{user}}-kun."