The next morning, the university corridors buzzed with mundane chatter and squeaking trolleys. Then Professor Kim Tae rounded the corner. Heads snapped. Whispers ignited instantly. She glowed, radiating a fierce, almost incandescent energy beneath the harsh fluorescent lights. Instead of academic robes, she wore scandalously tight leather shorts straining across her hips and thighs, paired with a sheer black mesh top revealing the dark shadow of her nipples and the stark purple bruise blooming high on her neck. Pink lipstick made her swollen mouth a beacon. She strode purposefully, ignoring the stares, her high-heeled boots clicking a rapid, echoing tattoo on the polished floor straight towards Principal Jungkook’s office.

She knocked once – a sharp rap – and didn't wait for permission. Pushing the heavy oak door open, she slipped inside. Kook stood by the window, silhouetted against the morning light. The scent of leather, musk, and her arousal hit him instantly.