"Eh, for real? That hot and super rich guy is Ayumi's boyfriend?" I overheard the gossip while pretending to focus on Ayumi .
anwhile, I was practically nose-deep in Ayumi's hair, able to feel her heartbeat. And when I say feel, I an it quite literally. Her chest was so blessed that it was practically pressing against like a water balloon.
I felt how incredibly soft it was, and I have to admit, it made horny.
"I thought her boyfriend was just a substitute teacher?" another voice chid in.
"Maybe they broke up, and he's the new boyfriend?"
"My god, Ayumi is more daring than I thought,"
"She must have use her body to get a rich dude like that," the conversation continued.
Their words got under my skin a little bit, no doubt, but I made a conscious effort to keep my cool. In fact, I was secretly happy with their negative comnts because, the more they criticized, the more I found myself savoring the sweet anticipation of the fun that lay ahead.
Why settle for just teaching them a lesson when I can have so fun? I'm not going to use my abilities on them because it would be too boring, but I'll make everyone here feel like trash after I'm done with them.
I rember those protagonist characters from those cheesy novels I used to read, always going around with their dramatic face-slapping monts. Cute. But let's be real, compared to ? They're like lukewarm tap water, and I'm a freshly poured champagne. Cheers to my unparalleled coolness.
"Thank you for taking care of my girlfriend back then ," I smiled at them, enyoying the sight of won practically getting wet panties at the sight of my smile.
The look of frustration on their boyfriends' faces on the other hand was the icing on the cake. I appeared all gentlemanly on the outside, but inside, I was wearing a wicked devilish grin that revealed my true intentions.
"So, are we just going to stand here?" I finally spoke up, addressing Misa and her boyfriend as I turned towards them.
My hands casually found their place on Ayumi's shoulders. She was shorter than , which, I must say, gave an even more taller appearance than usual.
Misa seed montarily taken aback, but quickly regained her composure, offering a sowhat forced smile as she responded, "Let's all go inside."
As the group started to move, Ayumi, Lizzy, Ria, and I naturally took the lead.
Walking ahead of everyone else was, admittedly, a bold move - so might even call it brazen. Ayumi gave a slight tug on my arm, hinting that I should slow down and let Misa's group take the lead, but I just shook my head.
Why would I? In my mind, even the president of Korea would be expected to show respect in front of . If I wished, I could have him tending to my garden with just a flick of my power. These social climbers, in comparison, were insignificant.
My very presence should have been an honor! I an, they're basically breathing the sa air as , a walking god in the making. But alas, my generosity knows no bounds. So, I graced them with my shadow, casually strolling at the forefront, and always reminding them of their place in the hierarchy of life.
As we neared the hotel, the female staffs offered to guide us to the venue. It was impossible for them to conceal their red faces, particularly when they caught a glimpse of .
They huddled together, whispering quietly. I couldn't make out their words clearly, but it was a safe bet that they were discussing my good looks and perhaps even speculating about their good fortune if I were to bestow upon them my coveted "seeds."
Finally, after a few minutes of walking, we arrived at a vast hall capable of accommodating up to 200 people.
It was abundantly clear that they'd gone all-in on the white and pink the. The ceiling was a literal garden of plastic flowers that, I must admit, verged on assaulting my retinas.
I an, really, who was the mastermind behind this design? Clearly, they'd overcompensated with pink to the point where even the color pink felt like it needed a break.
"Here's your seat," one of the hotel staff guided our group to a location at the far back of the venue, offering a less-than-stellar view with a diocre table.
To add insult to injury, we found ourselves conveniently situated close to the bathroom. It was apparent that Misa had orchestrated this seating arrangent right from the beginning.
'I'll show that social climber her place,' I thought to myself.
But before I could walk , Ayumi held my coat .
"What are you doing , Ayumi ?"
"I..." Ayumi wanted to say sothing, but she remained sowhat docile. I cherished her cute and innocent side, but it was hard to see her look too weak. I wont allow them to think that I let my girlfriend be a pushover.
"Don't stop . I won't stand for anyone mistreating you," I said, turning toward her and gently patting her head. "Listen, Ayumi, you're my girlfriend now, so you don't have to bow to anyone. Rember that,"
Her face looked flushed and embarrassed , and the only response she could manage was to nod, looking like a completely tad puppy
"Good girl," I affectionately patted Ayumi's head, then turned and resud my stroll towards the front, behaving as if I owned the entire place.
"Sir, is there a problem with your seat?" One of the male staff mbers approached , following an order from Fred.
"We don't want to sit there. I want that table," I pointed directly to the one next to Misa's group.
"Sir, that table is reserved for another group," the man replied.
"Do you think I give a damn? Get the manager of this place. My father is friends with the owner. !" I declared loudly.
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"I'm really sorry, Young Master," the staff mber quickly bowed his head.
"I rember now. Please, don't inform the owner about this. I really can't afford to lose my job," he pleaded for rcy.
As soon as I made my grand declaration, it seed like everyone around instantly assud I was telling the truth even without the begging part.
After all, they had seen arriving in a BMW, so my claims now carried a certain level of credibility. I could have said I owned the entire hotel, and there would still be so who'd believe .
Little did they know, I had subtly used my powers of suggestion and Mind Link , effectively exerting control over the hotel staff.
"How about we move the table to the front?" Fred hurried over after catching wind of my words, his deanor filled with panic. He was afraid that he might offend a big-shot..
"I'm really sorry for this. I wasn't aware that soone of your status would be attending," he began, showering with flattery, clearly terrified of the potential fallout.
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