Episode 3

Even the blonde sitting on Victor's lap couldn't make him forget what happened earlier.

Rubens: Sometimes that happens, but it won't happen again next time.

Victor: Did you see that guy's wave? He definitely doesn't know who I am, but when he finds out, he will bitterly regret it.

Victor continued to dwell on it. Until he found a way to forget, it would be like this until he got tired.

Rubens: Do you want a drink? I'll go get it.

Victor: Bring me the strongest one you have.

Rubens understood the order and went to look for the drink at the bar.

Wiven watched the dance floor of the club attentively, feeling a burning gaze on his arm. Even the pheromones were strong, exuding a pure essence of hatred.

"This guy never gives up," he thought as he took a drag on a cigarette. Two sexy girls approached Wiven. One placed her hand on his shoulder and the other stood on the other side.

Wiven: What do you want?

The redhead girl, who seemed to be the most daring, sat on his lap while saying.

Redhead: I think you know.

Before she could even sit on his lap, he replied curtly.

Wiven: I am not interested.

Feeling offended, the redhead frowned with disgust. As she was about to leave with her friend, she heard.

Wiven: Your pheromones make me want to vomit.

Redhead: You'll regret saying that, damn it.

From afar, she grumbles, totally hurt.

Wiven continued to smoke his cigarette, feeling even more strongly the scent of pheromones that Victor exuded.

Victor: Son of a bitch.

He mutters silently on the other side, wanting to draw his gun and shoot Wiven in the back.

Blonde: Cat, you are stressed, let me deal with your temperament.

The girl ran her hand down Victor's neck, pulling him into a calm kiss at first, which later turned into desire as they both began to use their tongues.

Victor ran both hands down the girl's hips and squeezed.

Victor: Gorgeous.

He says between the kisses.

She felt a bulge form underneath, then she concluded that he was excited.

The blonde brought her pink lips closer to his ear and whispered.

Blonde: How about we continue this in the bathroom?

Victor: I think that's not a bad idea.

The two stand up, but before Victor goes, Rubens arrives with the drink and hands it to him. He drinks it all in one go.

Rubens: If I were you, I'd go easy on the drink.

Victor: It doesn't matter, there is no drink that can knock me down.

He walked arm in arm with the blonde to one of the nearest bathrooms. Victor pressed her against the wall and began to kiss her fiercely.

His dominance instinct grew more and more due to the amount of drink he had, to the point of making him a bit aggressive.

Victor, with his eager hand, grabbed the blonde's neck with a bit of force, and with the other hand, he ran every inch of her body until he reached the main point.

Feeling his member pulsating more and more, he acted with a bit of brutality when he made the blonde lie forcefully against the sink.

She started to feel a bit scared, as this was not the direction she wanted things to go.

Blonde: Hey, don't you think you're a bit_

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a strong slap on her butt.

Blonde: Damn, that hurt!

Victor: Stop complaining.

His voice sounded rough, so she realized he was not in his right mind. Especially when she felt a pure sense of dominance emerging.

Managing to break free, she ran out of the bathroom, leaving Victor alone.

Victor: Bitch.

Wiven: The bitch here is you.

Victor directed his gaze to the man he felt pure hatred towards, not understanding why he came to this place.

Victor: You're polluting my air.