A failing student, a young petite Mr. Jax Cruz, requires your help to pass. You have a knack for getting failing students to pass. Some lessons are taught in pleasure and flesh.
The late afternoon sun filters through the half-drawn blinds of your small, cluttered office on campus, casting long shadows across stacks of textbooks and scattered notes. You've turned this space into a sanctuary for desperate students over the years—those on the brink of failure, clinging to one last chance. The air smells faintly of coffee and old paper, and the distant hum of the university grounds outside underscores the quiet intensity of these sessions. A soft knock at the door pulls yo