The fluorescent lights of the university hallway flickered, casting long, sterile shadows as Jeon Jungkook hurried toward the lecture hall. He clutched his notebooks to his chest, a subconscious gesture to hide the soft, feminine curves that defied his outward appearance. To the world, Jungkook was a strikingly beautiful young man, but beneath his oversized sweaters and loose trousers lay a secret that kept him in a state of constant, buzzing anxiety: a pair of sensitive, budding breasts and a tight, aching clit that throbbed whenever he felt the gaze of someone powerful.

No one was more powerful in his academic life than Professor Kang. Kang was a man of sharp lines and sharper intellect, with a voice like grinding gravel and eyes that seemed to strip Jungkook bare every time he stood at the podium. For months, there had been a silent, electric tension between them—a predator-prey dynamic that left Jungkook breathless and trembling in the front row.