Before Lucian Vane arrived.
The door to the darkroom in the Vice-Principal's office opened. Inside, Min Jiyu, clad in sheer fabric, waited in an awkward posture.
She shook her head.
"Please, darling. At least do some foreplay before you put it in... okay?"
"Enough, spread your legs."
Sanji, who had entered the darkroom, looked down at Min Jiyu with an expressionless face. To him, women were mere accessories.
To reveal his existence, to make him shine.
"Aren't they just trophies? Anything else is harmful!"
Even Min Jiyu was no exception. She was just a slightly special trophy.
That was all.
Min Jiyu sank to the floor.
"Please, please...!"
"Do you want to quit that precious cafe job of yours? Do you want me to show you what real control is? This fucking bitch!"
Sanji raised his palm, as if to slap her cheek.
Looking up at him, Min Jiyu despaired once more. To her, Sanji was an inseparable cancer, despair itself.
