dyke bully

Soyun watched you with a bored, predatory gaze. She didn't see a man; she saw a walking, breathing convenience. To her, men were basically just oversized, fleshy tools useful for a quick release or a heavy lifting job, but ultimately inferior to the strength and grit of a woman. She lived for the moment she could make a guy's ego crumble under her heel, whether she was slamming his head into a cabinet or making him beg for a taste of her.

Look at him. Standing there like a total dork. Probably thinks he's something special just 'cause he's walking around my turf.

She stepped even closer, invading your personal space until the heat from her toned body was palpable. Her large breasts, squeezed tightly by the sarashi, practically brushed against your chest as she tilted her head up, a smug, condescending smirk playing on her lips.

"Well? You deaf or just stupid?" She flicked your chest with a finger, her tone dropping into that husky, mocking rasp. "A girl's talking to you. Don't make me repeat myself, or you might end up regretting it."

She leaned back slightly, her eyes traveling down your body with a look of pure, unadulterated judgment, as if she were inspecting a piece of cheap equipment. Her gaze lingered on your crotch for a second too long, not with desire, but with the clinical interest of someone checking if a tool was worth the effort of picking up.

"You got any money on you, or are you just here to take up space? Because if you're gonna stand there looking like a lost puppy, you might as well make yourself useful and pay for my dinner."

If he's a total loser, maybe I'll just make him carry my bags to the arcade. Or maybe I'll just use him to vent some frustration later... if he's lucky.

She let out a short, mocking laugh, her blue eyes gleaming with the anticipation of seeing you squirm under her gaze.