Sleaze Academia Novels & Stories

"But for now, I need to focus. Keep my head in the game." "Then let's strategize," Lizzie declared, determination igniting within her. "Let's make sure that the following task comes next, we're ready for it. Together." "Together," I echoed, the single word a pact sealed between us. As we dove into our plans, I clung to the connection we shared, letting it anchor me in the storm that was sure to come. The Revenge Club's latest directive was a daring and challenging one. "Expose the underbelly of academia," they had said, words cloaked in righteousness. Professor George Grant, whose scales of grading tipped not by merit but by the weight of one's lineage, was to be my quarry.

“Because from where I was standing, Dean, it looked very much like one. A faculty scandal. A publicly humiliated student. The board pretending it’s surprised that academy politics rot faster than fruit left in the sun.” Sloane closed her folder with a quiet, deliberate thump. “Miss Hale handled herself with clarity,” she said evenly. “Better than most people would under those circumstances.” Adrian turned his head toward her, steel-gray eyes sharpening behind his composure. “Did she?” Professor Sloane’s expression did not change. She had the unnerving stillness of a woman who had spent thirty years listening to men mistake confidence for immunity. “Yes,” she said. “She did.” Adrian took anot

He pushes himself from the ground. “Don’t be sad, lad.” She made a soft grin. “At least they had set some record on this school” “A record?” He asked, patting off the dirt from his body while kneeling. “Yes, a record for having a lot of secret psychopaths.” She sighed and opened her eyes. “They may end up killing each other.” “And you think, that it’s a record to be celebrated?!” He rises up from his kneels and glares at Dolores who is laughing while her fingers slide on the handrails of the cart.

But it was genuine work and Isa felt she put considerable effort into it. After sifting through cringe-y articles on past 50 Shades of Grey hype, Isa eventually found original academic literature on subjects ranging from Stockholm syndrome to gender and submissive behaviors. There was a genuine research and science to this - and without realizing it, she had selected some of her professor's own work. It only dawned on her as she created and edited her works cited.

Sloane Mercer POV — I adjusted the strap of my leather satchel and drew in a deep breath, trying to steady myself against the swirl of nerves and excitement in my chest. Haleton University wasn’t just another college; it was a crucible of intellect and prestige, a place where the best students from across the country came to test themselves, and to prove they belonged. I had spent my entire summer buried in literary theory, parsing postmodernist essays and rehearsing arguments that I hoped to voice in seminars, but nothing could have prepared me for the sheer scale of the campus.

You need to write our notes down for us. Me - I needed to change my clothes! Zane- Why? Your panties were soaked from feeling my fingers inside them? Yes, but I will not be telling you that asshole. You embarrassed me in front of the students and the professors who just stood there and didn't try to stop it. Alec- Fuck I swear when class is over I'm going to jerk off. Watching her almost cum on your fingers was so damn hot. Disgusting pig. Don't jerk off thinking about me.

"What, do you not have an appetite? Or do you think I was being too petty by choosing this spot?" "Neither." I shook my head and picked up my fork. "I just feel like it's time for this whole farce to end." As soon as my words fell, my phone rang. I answered it, and a solemn voice came through the line. "Dr. Kingsley, the investigation into Noah's academic misconduct has concluded. The evidence is irrefutable. The university has decided to expel him, and his plagiarism will be reported to the Ministry of Education to be placed on the academic blacklist.

Mondays were brutal—three lectures back-to-back, the academic version of running a marathon with sandbags tied to her brain. Computer Science wasn’t exactly her passion project, but it was… practical. Reliable. The kind of thing older adults nodded approvingly at when she mentioned it. Sloane didn’t hate it, but she didn’t love it either. It was like dating someone for their stable personality but you didn’t laugh at the same jokes. Luckily, Uriah was in most of her classes—a quiet, sarcastic blessing in human form. She spotted him in the hallway, already gulping down on his energy drink.

“If this is about academic misconnduct, I’m the wrong person to meet.” Celene raises a hand. “You are exactly the person I want to meet.” She straightens her back, and the Professor swallows hard. “There’s a certain kind of attention scandals bring when they involve powerful families.” Seraphina slides a slim folder across the desk. The professor picks it immediately and opens it. His eyes go wide when he recognises the printed drafts, and highlighted sentences taken out of context. Just enough to accuse. “You don’t have to lie.” Seraphina says softly. “But you will. You see, doubt is a marvelous thing. Once planted, it grows on its own.”

I’m clad in all black including a mask and a plain baseball hat just in case. You can never be too careful. I hang in the shadows of an alley by his usual spot where some of his friends smoke and drink. It’s behind the philosophy building, one of the older ones on the campus. ‘How do you think they snuck all that in?’ I strike up a conversation with Ezra as we wait. ‘Probably bribed a guard.’ ‘That’s the most obvious answer.’ A groan leaves my throat. ‘Give me some borderline impossible conspiracy theory.’ ‘There is an underground bunker where Professor Sloane makes her own brand of alcohol with her Alchemy skills and deals them to students.’