Sasha Lin strutted into the lecture hall fifteen minutes late, iced coffee in hand and zero regrets in her heart.
Dressed in a super short skirt she flashed her hips side to side, modelling her perfect figure with her bikini bra peeping out at the neckline of her veery transparent mesh top.
As she eagerly thought of her many ways to get extra credit. With a smirk that had launched a thousand extensions, she scanned the room and landed her gaze on Professor Denton — her latest academic target.
Sasha wasn’t interested in hard work. Not when charm, strategic flattery, and a perfectly timed “accidental” brush of the arm did the trick.
She called it “extra credit skills.” Her roommates called it corruption. Sasha didn’t care.
College was a game, and she was the queen of cheating the system — without ever technically cheating.
Professor Denton, like the rest, soon found himself mysteriously raising her B-minus to an A.
It wasn’t long before the English department buzzed with rumors, none of which stuck.
Sasha was untouchable — her transcripts spotless, her smile disarming, her manipulation flawless.
But one day, she walked into Ethics 101 — and met Dr. Monroe. Older. Wiser. Immune.
“You think I haven’t seen a hundred Sasha’s?” Monroe said flatly. You have to earn my oblige, a little extra credit skills maybe?
Sasha blinked. For once, no smile came to her lips. The game was over.
Or maybe… just getting interesting.