I couldn’t believe it. Four straight hours of blabbering nonsense from Professor Kline—one of those slow-talking fossils who pronounced every syllable like he was reading the dictionary out loud.
The lecture hall felt like a sauna, the projector flashing like it was about to die, and my brain had checked out twenty minutes in. Everyone else was either asleep or scrolling t****k under their desks.
Me? I was deep in the dark side of Google.
“How to seduce a man playing hard to get.”
I started innocent—some Cosmo article bullshit about eye contact and light touches. Then the algorithm did what it does best: dragged me straight into the gutter.
The first result was tame. The second… not so much.
I clicked anyway.
And f**k, I shouldn’t have.
The page loaded: black background, red text,
