"Mmmph—"
After a feeble struggle, Tiffany completely lost consciousness, overwhelmed by despair.
Tears still clung to her long, thick lashes.
"Tsk tsk, how pitiful," Jayden murmured, his lips curling into a sinister smirk as he gazed at her vulnerable form.
"I was planning to be gentle, you know."
His hand reached out, fingers poised to tear at her clothes— Just then, the door swung open.
A club attendant stepped inside, casually flipping on the lights.
"Apologies, you two," he said, barely glancing at the scene before him.
Such displays were routine—just another couple seeking cheap thrills.
Jayden kept his eyes down, voice weary.
"This private room has been reserved.
The guests will arrive shortly."
Damn it!
Looks like we'll have to go back to properly enjoy what comes next!
Jayden's mood was thoroughly ruined, his eyes dark with irritation.
But when he looked up again, his expression had returned to its usual calm.
