Graded by his cock.

Professor Elias Hawthorne leaned back in his leather chair, the oak-paneled office heavy with the scent of old books and aged whiskey. Late afternoon light filtered through the half-drawn blinds of his university office, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. At forty-eight, he was a towering figure in the literature department—six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and a gaze that could pin a student in place like a butterfly on corkboard. His reputation was legen