He's the Human Anatomy professor, and Dahlia is his favorite student.

Young, soft, and obedient.

He wants to learn what makes her smile, where to make her mewl, and how to get her addicted to his touch.

Professor Nixon wants to be a certified expert on his little student.

His desires are wrong, but Nixon is not a man with many regrets—only that he didn't touch her sooner.

Maybe if he was a good man or a better professor, they wouldn't be here. He doesn't feel an ounce of remorse for tainting her innocence, nor does he feel guilty about reeling her in with affection.

He tastes of paradoxical heaven, a continuum of glorified sins and high morals.