"Eh, for real? That hot and super rich guy is Ayumi's boyfriend?" I overheard the gossip while pretending to focus on Ayumi .
Meanwhile, I was practically nose-deep in Ayumi's hair, able to feel her heartbeat. And when I say feel, I mean it quite literally. Her chest was so blessed that it was practically pressing against me like a water balloon.
I felt how incredibly soft it was, and I have to admit, it made me horny.
"I thought her boyfriend was just a substitute teacher?" another voice chimed in.
"Maybe they broke up, and he's the new boyfriend?"
"My god, Ayumi is more daring than I thought,"
"She must have use her body to get a rich dude like that," the conversation continued.
Their words got under my skin a little bit, no doubt, but I made a conscious effort to keep my cool. In fact, I was secretly happy with their negative comments because, the more they criticized, the more I found myself savoring the sweet anticipation of the fun that lay ahead.
Why settle for just teaching them a lesson when I can have some fun? I'm not going to use my abilities on them because it would be too boring, but I'll make everyone here feel like trash after I'm done with them.
I remember those protagonist characters from those cheesy novels I used to read, always going around with their dramatic face-slapping moments. Cute. But let's be real, compared to me? They're like lukewarm tap water, and I'm a freshly poured champagne. Cheers to my unparalleled coolness.
"Thank you for taking care of my girlfriend back then ," I smiled at them, enyoying the sight of women practically getting wet panties at the sight of my smile.
The look of frustration on their boyfriends' faces on the other hand was the icing on the cake. I appeared all gentlemanly on the outside, but inside, I was wearing a wicked devilish grin that revealed my true intentions.
"So, are we just going to stand here?" I finally spoke up, addressing Misa and her boyfriend as I turned towards them.
My hands casually found their place on Ayumi's shoulders. She was shorter than me, which, I must say, gave me an even more taller appearance than usual.
Misa seemed momentarily taken aback, but quickly regained her composure, offering a somewhat forced smile as she responded, "Let's all go inside."
"Don't stop me. I won't stand for anyone mistreating you," I said, turning toward her and gently patting her head. "Listen, Ayumi, you're my girlfriend now, so you don't have to bow to anyone. Remember that,"
Her face looked flushed and embarrassed , and the only response she could manage was to nod, looking like a completely tamed puppy
"Good girl," I affectionately patted Ayumi's head, then turned and resumed my stroll towards the front, behaving as if I owned the entire place.
"Sir, is there a problem with your seat?" One of the male staff members approached me, following an order from Fred.
"We don't want to sit there. I want that table," I pointed directly to the one next to Misa's group.
"Sir, that table is reserved for another group," the man replied.
"Do you think I give a damn? Get the manager of this place. My father is friends with the owner. !" I declared loudly.
[Suggestion: Success]
"I'm really sorry, Young Master," the staff member quickly bowed his head.
"I remember now. Please, don't inform the owner about this. I really can't afford to lose my job," he pleaded for mercy.
As soon as I made my grand declaration, it seemed like everyone around me instantly assumed I was telling the truth even without the begging part.
After all, they had seen me arriving in a BMW, so my claims now carried a certain level of credibility. I could have said I owned the entire hotel, and there would still be some who'd believe me.
Little did they know, I had subtly used my powers of suggestion and Mind Link , effectively exerting control over the hotel staff.
"How about we move the table to the front?" Fred hurried over after catching wind of my words, his demeanor filled with panic. He was afraid that he might offend a big-shot..
"I'm really sorry for this. I wasn't aware that someone of your status would be attending," he began, showering me with flattery, clearly terrified of the potential fallout.