New day, another uneventful time… or so, what Ike believed after the school bell rang.

As Ike walked through the slightly crowded hallway on his way out of the premises, a familiar group of students from a distance caused his steps to falter until he stopped. He stood motionless for minutes, watching the group laugh while making fun of someone in the hallway.

'Those guys…' Ike blinked ever so tenderly, staring at the group. 'It slipped my mind. I have to repeat a year because of them.'

Ike marched forth, step by step, coming closer to that group who used to bully him. When he was almost near them, everything around felt like moving in slow motion. And as Ike walked in front of them, he observed them carefully from the corner of his eyes.

The groups suddenly paused from talking, glancing in his direction. Their eyes went from his head to toe before they continued chatting.

'Hah…' the corner of Ike's lips curled into a smirk while everything around him moved normally. '... how rude of them to not recognize me.'

His steps continued, thinking of what he should do about this. Surely, they would recognize him if they heard his name. However, before that, he pondered on how to take advantage of their cluelessness.

"Hmm?" Ike quirked a brow as he halted, looking back, only to see a blonde girl among the group of bullies looking back at him. The second their eyes met, the corner of her lips curled up playfully, giving him "that" knowing look.

'Oh, young lady…' he smirked, rocking his head before resuming his tracks. 'It would be nice to play with her.'

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"Haha! What a pig! Pigs don't wear clothes, though. Why is he wearing one?"

Ike watched the video clip in his dimly lit bedroom. His expression was cold, watching everything unfold as if he hadn't watched it multiple times.

"Haha! Wait, hold on to this!" said the female voice recording the video, passing it to someone else.

As soon as the camera was passed onto someone else, the person who was initially recording walked in front of the camera. She had curly blonde hair that reached past her shoulder to her armpits, her almond shapes azure eyes blended well with her refined facial structure.

An overall beauty, but… not when she was giddily pouring down unknown fluid over the poor Ike, whom they undressed because of her.

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"Say, oink!" she demanded with a grin, making the rest of the bullies laugh out loud. "Come on, oink!"

"Aish… this young lady." Ike produced a series of tongue clicking while shaking his head, wiping the corner of his lips with his index and thumb. "Heh."

Ike closed the video clip, showing a shortcut tab where the video came from. It was a group chat where all Ike's bullies were talking nonstop. He had seen this chat the same night he saw this clip, but didn't pay attention to them. After all, he didn't care about them during the entire summer break, busy playing and focusing on strengthening his body.

[Holly: Where the hell are you guys? ]

[Finn: The usual spot. Hey, Holly. Can you lend me some cash? I'm a bit short. ]

[Holly: Shut up. ]

Ike scrolled through the chat logs, reading the members' names and their conversations to go clubbing tonight. After minutes of scrolling, Ike got the information he needed: one was the name of the blonde girl, Holly. And second, the name of the club they went to.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to have some drinks tonight?" he smirked deviously, eyes glinting with ill intent. "It's been a while since I visited a tavern, after all."

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The loud booming sound resonated in the nightclub. Men and women danced under the strobe lights, partying the night away. One group, in particular, consisting of young teens, jumped and danced along to the music.

"Woohoo! Holly, come!" a female on the dance floor shouted to get the attention of a girl at the corner table.

"Haha! I'm tired. Later!" said the girl named Holly, fanning herself to cool her body down. The alcohol in her system slowly wore out from all the dancing she did tonight.

"Hey, Holly. Did you hear that your favorite admirer already got discharged?" a young male leaned his arms against the edge of the table, grinning at the blonde girl named Holly. "I heard he's already back to school. I mean, someone in Class 3 had the same name as him."

Holly raised her brow as she reached for a bottle of beer. "So?"

"Huh?" the young male looked at his friends before shifting his eyes to her. "What do you mean, so?"

"That pig is fun to play with. I mean, even if I spit on his face, he will still rush to me if I call him," Holly explained with an air of nonchalance. "Still, he's an old toy. I already have a new toy to play with. Why would I need to pick up what I threw away?"

"Ohh… Holly…" the male youth laughed, clapping in amusement. "So, you'll let him off this year?"

"I'm not letting him off. I'm throwing him away completely." The corner of her red lips curled up into a smirk. "That disgusting pig is a masochist. He'd rather have me step foot on him than get ignored. Just the sheer thought of his massive face turns my stomach."

"Heh…" the young male snickered, shaking his head while casting his other friends a knowing look.

They were already used to Holly's heartlessness; she might have the face of an angel, but surely, her personality was akin to a succubus. The group chatted while the others were dancing or finding someone to hook up with. Meanwhile, Holly remained silent, spacing out while deep in thought.

"Oy." She snapped her eyes when the same young guy with spiky hair knocked in front of her. "What? This is new. Why are you suddenly spacing out?"

"It's none of your business, Finn." Holly rolled her eyes, planting her palms on the table to push herself up. "I'll freshen up a bit."

Without explaining anything further, Holly picked up her purse and sauntered off. Finn and his other friends simply gazed at her back and then at her tender, bouncing rear.

"Man… I'd smash her if only she's not a crazy witch," mumbled Finn, shaking his head before chatting with his friends. "So, did the good shit come?"

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Meanwhile, when Holly created a good distance from their table, she looked back. A deep exhale slipped past her lips.

"Retard," she whispered, turning on her heel to resume her steps, only to bump into something sturdy. She was wearing high heels, so the sudden collision subsequently caused her to lose her balance. Fortunately, an arm grabbed her by the waist to stop her from falling.

Her eyes shook in surprise, clutching the person's chest on instinct.

"Careful." A man's deep voice with a tinge of aloofness caused her to look up at him, only to see a pair of jet-black eyes mirroring her gorgeous face. His lips curled up, moving his face closer until his breath was caressing the shell of her ear. "Not all the time someone will catch you if you fall."

Ike drew his head back slowly, looking more seductive with the dimness and the different lights flashing on the side of his face. "You've been warned."