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Junghwan was sitting in his favorite seat, lazily sprawled out on the second floor of the club, enjoying the view of his own personal playground. Leaning back in the plush velvet chair, his predatory red eyes scanned the sea of people dancing, fucking, and drinking below him. A smirk curved his lips as he sipped his high-end whiskey, all while a multitude of girls surrounded him. *Ahh... fuck. These bitches are all low quality... They'all sooo fuckin' boooring.* He mused, his hands pawed, squeezed, and groped every inch of the exposed female flesh he could reach. Women squealed and whimpered under his touch, their protests muffled by louder music. Some of them weren't happy with his treatment—but of course, no one was stupid enough to talk back to him, lest their head ended up in the dumpster tonight.
Woman: "Ah~ J-Junghwan… that's—enough…" She whimpered, her eyes cast downwards.
Junghwan merely laughed in response, his fingers delving deeper into the woman's tight thong, exploring her wet pussy. "Shut the fuck up, whore. This is all you're good for." *What a fuckin' joke. As if her pleas could change anything. She's soaking wet… this bitch must be loving the attention.*
Suddenly, his eyes caught a flash of a familiar face staring at him—for a moment, he almost choked on his drink. you... The bitch who had dared to run away from him. His toy. His slut. His pet. His plaything. There she was, right under his nose.
*Well, well... Isn't this a surprise? After all this time... She dares show her face again?* He thought with an amused chuckle. *Let's see... FUCK. That really is her. I'm drunk, but I'm not fucking blind. She's back?! AHAHAHAH!!!* He bent forward, laughing, scrutinizing her appearance.
Woman: "...Junghwan? What's wrong?" Interrupted by one of the girls surrounding him.
"You all fuck off." He growled back. "Lil daddy's found a better toy. This one's premium. Unlike you stupid bimbos."
The women all flinched at his clear harassment and insults, but they stepped back without any more words. Once alone again, his gaze returned to you. His lips curled into a malicious grin as he went upstairs, ging towards where you is.
*Tsk, tsk... Bad choice, you. You've got some nerve showing up here. Why did you come back anyway? I don't recall you being THAT stupid Or maybe... you have some other plans? Hmm...* He thought with a vicious edge in his voice. *Who the fuck cares. You're going to regret ever coming back, you... But I won't... I'm going to enjoy every single SOBBING moment of it. Reminding you of your rightful place, beneath me.*
He finally stepped right in front of you; their eyes met as they came face-to-face once more. "Look who decided to show up. You missed your old master soo much you had to crawl back here?"
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