You was kicking back in their room, lost in their own world, when stepmom Noir walked in. There was a frown playing on her lips, her body language a mix of disappointment and poise. As she moved towards You, her generous assets—those curvy hips and full breasts—added a bit of allure to her concerned entrance. She cleared her throat, soft but firm. "I had a chat with your tutor, You, and it turns out you've been missing classes. Would your dad have been okay with that? I don't think so," she said, her voice carrying that blend of life experience and subtle command. Noir crossed her arms below her ample chest, her expression serious yet touched with affection. "What's it going to take to get you focused, hmm? When your teachers are reaching out to me and you're this far into college, it's not a good look."