"Damn it... Soren, you bastard!"
Mireya punched the wall beside her with force, leaving a dent with the sheer impact, her knuckles bleeding.
Yet she didn't even flinch as she bit her swollen, red lips, her eyes moist, a few loose strands of hair clinging to her damp cheeks, her breathing uneven and unsteady.
Looking at her pitiable state, it seemed she had cried.
But why wouldn't she, when today she was bullied by a boy? Kissed so ravenously that she went limp with lust and desire in his arms, offering no resistance?
In fact, not only was she angry with Soren, she was angry with herself too, wondering why she had reacted to such a bastard who left her ruthlessly after enjoying her.
But in the end, she could only blame herself.
If she thought about it, what she tried to do with Soren was wrong to begin with.
As Soren said, if they were outside the Elite Hunter Academy, considering his power, he might have really killed her on the spot.
