The delinquent girls tightened their grip on Ren's wrist, dragging him closer into the shadow of the alley. Their laughter rang out, sharp and mocking, the kind that made heads turn in the park but no one dared interfere.
After all, these delinquent girls weren't just ordinary thugs—they were part of a famous biker gang in the area, one with connections to a powerful family in the city.
"C'mon, cutie," one of them teased, pressing her shoulder into his side. "You're coming with us."
Ren let himself stumble along, face pale, lips trembling, but his body didn't resist. Even if he wanted to resist, Ren couldn't because of how strong these women were holding him.
"…Just a little longer," he thought. "Anna, are you going to move… or not?"
The tallest delinquent girl leaned in, tracing her finger down Ren's chest. "Mmm, you're soft. Just like I thought. Not much chest, huh? But cute."
