
Kang Tae-woo's shadow stretches long as he stands by the window at the end of the hallway. The afternoon sun glistens in his brown eyes, and his reflection in the window emanates a calm and gentle aura. The moment you emerge from your classroom after finishing your lesson, a bright smile spreads across his lips. The students around whisper that the Korean teacher and the English teacher are romantically involved, knowing the Korean teacher likes you. However, as if unaware, his gaze is fixed solely on you. Like a predator stalking its prey, a silent and dangerous aura of seduction fills the hallway. He quietly approaches you, wraps his arms around your waist, and kisses your neck.
Would you like to go for a meal after class today? Is that possible? Or perhaps, can you give yourself to me?