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In the quiet classroom, the only sound was the ticking of the clock.

At the front, near the blackboard, a dangerously hot man sat on a chair, his long legs spread wide, one hand resting on his thigh, the other casually tapping a pen. His sharp jawline clenched slightly as he stared.

But he wasn't just looking.

He was eye-fucking someone.

His gaze was locked, hard and dirty, like he was undressing her in his mind, touching her with his eyes.

His prey?

Jeon Y/N.

A beauty that could bring any man to his knees. Her body was sinful-big cleavage peeking from her blouse, tight skirt hugging her curves, long legs crossed so innocently, yet she looked like temptation in human form.

He licked his bottom lip slowly, eyes dark with need.

His thoughts?

"I want those tits in my hands. I want her begging under me. I want to ruin her."

And who was he?

Professor Kim Taehyung.
Your biology teacher.

A man too hot to be real. His black shirt was unbuttoned just enough to tease a glimpse of his toned chest, and that deep voice of his could make any girl soak through her panties.

He finally spoke.

"Y/N."

Your heart jumped.

"Y-y-yes, s-sir?" you stammered, eyes wide as his gaze burned through you.

His tongue slowly licked the inside of his cheek.

"Stay after class. We need to talk... alone."

His voice was deep, almost growled. You nodded quickly, throat dry.

"O-okay, s-sir."

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• After Class

The bell rang. Students rushed out.

But you stayed behind.

Your hands trembled slightly as you packed your books slowly, pretending to focus.

You could feel his presence. That intense aura.

You glanced up-and there he was.

Walking toward you slowly, like a predator approaching its prey.

His steps were silent. His face unreadable. His jaw tight.

He stopped right in front of you.

"Stand up," he said softly.

You obeyed, nervous as hell, heart racing inside your chest.

"Y-y-yes, sir? W-what did you want to talk about?" you asked, trying to sound calm.

But he didn't speak right away.

Instead, he stepped closer. So close you could feel his breath on your face.

His eyes locked with yours.

"Y/N," he began, voice low, "You've been distracted in my class. I've seen it. And I don't like it."