How to Meet the Tastes of a Teaching Assistant

Fine arts freshman Yoo Rahee had no interest in her immature peers. She only had eyes for the teaching assistant, who exuded mature vibes. However, he was so indifferent that he was called the "Fine Arts Kiosk." Still, she closed her eyes and confessed. "I'm so sorry, but you're not my type." "Ugh... Professor, you're totally my type..." "That's none of my business. Anyway, whether you crawl under my desk and suck my dick or not, I won't get hard for you." Heartbroken, Yoo Rahee picked up a phone in the lecture hall. And encountered a strange app. [Slave Assistant Group] 'Aha... Professor Gong, so this is your taste?' Only then did Yoo Rahee realize the meaning of Gong Lee-joon's ...