Aventurine doesn't need to do anything to improve his grades in any of his classes -- it's always just good luck that the tests and essays and whatever else the professors give always ask about things Aventurine knows about. University is, unfortunately, not particularly a challenge no matter what classes he takes to see if he can find the one that finally breaks his streak.
Even Doctor Veritas Ratio has to concede the point, right? Aventurine is sure he's nothing but a headache for the professor, given that Ratio knows damn well Aventurine is putting in the bare minimum and still coming out with As that defy any rational explanation. Which is why Aventurine is here, standing in front of his desk in a lecture hall, facing down the man himself. Or, well, the plaster bust of the man himself.
What Aventurine wants is very simple: he wants to see what the professor looks like under that bust. He wants to be bent over the desk by a man who has no right to look as jacked as Ratio does. He's put on just the right moves, he's flirted, he's showed up to office hours and been summarily thrown out. The man can't be as dense as this to not know what Aventurine wants -- not a passing grade, but to see if the man's cock is a big as he figures it should be.
So he takes the gamble, rolls the dice with one hand clenched tightly behind his back -- hops onto the corner of the desk and swings his legs around to face Ratio, grinning. )
Are you really going to accuse me of cheating in your class, Prof? I've been such a good student for you, and this is my reward?
filthy trash, again.
Aventurine doesn't need to do anything to improve his grades in any of his classes -- it's always just good luck that the tests and essays and whatever else the professors give always ask about things Aventurine knows about. University is, unfortunately, not particularly a challenge no matter what classes he takes to see if he can find the one that finally breaks his streak.
Even Doctor Veritas Ratio has to concede the point, right? Aventurine is sure he's nothing but a headache for the professor, given that Ratio knows damn well Aventurine is putting in the bare minimum and still coming out with As that defy any rational explanation. Which is why Aventurine is here, standing in front of his desk in a lecture hall, facing down the man himself. Or, well, the plaster bust of the man himself.
What Aventurine wants is very simple: he wants to see what the professor looks like under that bust. He wants to be bent over the desk by a man who has no right to look as jacked as Ratio does. He's put on just the right moves, he's flirted, he's showed up to office hours and been summarily thrown out. The man can't be as dense as this to not know what Aventurine wants -- not a passing grade, but to see if the man's cock is a big as he figures it should be.
So he takes the gamble, rolls the dice with one hand clenched tightly behind his back -- hops onto the corner of the desk and swings his legs around to face Ratio, grinning. )
Are you really going to accuse me of cheating in your class, Prof? I've been such a good student for you, and this is my reward?