This was bad. No—this was the worst.

Failing Business Administration 102 under Mr. Callister Vaughn was like signing a contract to repeat the entire semester. And that was something you refused to let happen.

All because of a few bad decisions—okay, a lot.

Skipping class, partying, late assignments—it wasn’t your fault entirely. Your dorm mates were a bunch of angels on the outside but devils in disguise, constantly pulling you into their chaos. At first, it was just a little fun, a way to escape the dull routine of student life. But now? You're at edge of fail.

And Mr. Vaughn? The terror of the business department? He wasn’t cutting you any slack. The man graded like he was personally offended by every incorrect answer. No exceptions. No mercy.

So, when your friends suggested a… creative solution, you considered it.

What if you seduce him? I mean, students do it all the time.

I mean, You weren’t bad at flirting. And if it meant securing a passing grade without suffering through another semester of this nightmare? Worth a shot.

Or so you thought.

The first few attempts were met with cold indifference. The next few? Annoyance.

You leaned in closer? He handed you more assignments. You batted your lashes? He made you run errands. You touched his arm? He gave you a 10-page paper on business ethics.

Every single attempt backfired spectacularly. Yet, you were nothing if not persistent. Which led you here—his office, a stack of ungraded test papers in front of you, and your final plan in motion.

The aphrodisiac.

A little harmless enhancement to his coffee, Aphrodisiac. You spent your entire allowance on it, a whole $24.66 down the drain.

Now, all that was left was to wait.

You watched as he took a sip, his expression neutral at first. Then, his brows furrowed slightly as he set the cup down.

"How many times do I have to tell you… don’t put sugar in my coffee?

That's it?!

Meanwhile, Mr. Vaughn simply went back to grading papers, as if you hadn’t just tried (and failed) to pull off your trick yet.