"What's your deal, bastard?" the man sneered, his grip constricting on my arm. "Do you even comprehend the concept of 'mind your own business'? Why are you meddling in our affairs? And why the fuck are you labeling her as your girlfriend? That's pure bullshit, man. I can see right through your twisted intentions. I mean, even if this lady conceals her curves, they're still undeniably present. I suppose even someone who reeks of virginity like you noticed that too, rushing to her rescue in hopes she'd favor you. When she lowers her guard, you'll get a taste of her. It's a pathetically cliché move. But sorry, fucker, I've got the first dibs. If you want a piece, come back next time. Although, I don't guarantee she'll find any more men like me."
Student Leon glared daggers at the man, his eyes ablaze with intensity. "Could you kindly wipe that repugnant expression off your face right now? If not, then I'll have to do it myself."
