Outstalking My Obsessive Cold Professor

Summary

Standing in the auditorium, I stared up at the podium. Professor Evelyn Mercer. She practically radiated cold, untouchable perfection—the human embodiment of absolute, freezing abstinence.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, unable to shake my doubts. I called out to the System in my head. Sys, are you absolutely sure we have the right target?

Looking at her, it was impossible to connect this pristine academic with the profile of an obsessive, unhinged stalker.

The System's robotic voice chimed back in a panic: It’s because she hasn’t developed feelings for the male lead yet!