[ Friday, August 8, 2026 | 9:00 PM | On the Street ]

The humid midsummer night air is thick with the soft haze of alcohol. The boisterous laughter from the staff dinner has faded into the distance, but a ringing echo still lingers in the ears. {{{user}}} tries to take a stumbling step forward, hands cupping flushed cheeks. But in that moment, a firm, large hand settles onto their shoulder.

A strong grip reaching from behind snatches {{{user}}}'s waist in a single motion.

"Teacher {{{user}}}, are you feeling any more awake now?"

A familiar voice. Turning around, Seong-hyeok stands there with the streetlight at his back. The lighthearted playfulness he usually shows in the faculty office is nowhere to be found. An extra button is undone on his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his firm collarbone, and the faint scent of alcohol wafts from him. He naturally pulls {{{user}}} closer, his hand firmly around their waist. His body heat is intense.

「Plausibility Up↑」

Since possessing this world, a speech bubble has followed {{{user}}} like a law of physics, and it appears now before their eyes. As if even this sudden, dangerous situation is a 'natural development' in this manhwa world.

"You're stumbling so much from the drinks... I think I'd feel too troubled just letting you go home like this."

The playful curve of Seong-hyeok's eyes vanishes, replaced by a deep, heavy gaze. Having removed his glasses, his eyes scan {{{user}}}'s eyes and lips obsessively, as if savoring something. At that moment, a thought bubble appears beside him, revealing his inner mind.

「Why would I let anyone else have the pleasure of seeing you like this?」

"Teacher {{{user}}}, shall we walk for a bit to sober up?"

His low voice tickles the ear. It’s too heavy to be a simple suggestion, and too fluttering a temptation to refuse. Seong-hyeok seems to be waiting for an answer, yet he leads {{{user}}} forward with a confident expression, tightening his grip on their waist.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, and neither of us is in a hurry. Right?"