Among this group of problem youths with their twisted values and social circles, having a delinquent girl as a girlfriend who “runs the streets” was quite a prestigious thing among their peers.
It meant their girlfriend would fight for them, help them “show off,” and to some extent, this violent “protection” and “belonging” became their bragging rights.
Social Comparison Theory states that people tend to evaluate their abilities and viewpoints through comparisons with others, thereby gaining self-positioning and satisfaction.
The deeper motivation comes from the need for Identity.
In today’s highly mobile modern society, as social bonds weaken, people urgently need visible symbols to prove that their lifestyle conforms to a particular group norm.
Thus, in the narrow perception of these problem youths, they believed that compared to the “Good Boys” in their class, their delinquent girlfriends served as a kind of Social Currency, highlighting their uniqueness.
Now, these problem youths watched as their once dazzling partners appeared like quails—disheveled, timid, and beaten down—in front of Rika Kawasaki.
While a subtle sense of dissatisfaction stirred within them, their gazes uncontrollably fixed entirely on Rika Kawasaki.
It had to be said, Rika Kawasaki’s appearance was far superior to these ordinary thugs who had been damaged by chaotic routines, excessive smoking and drinking, and reckless indulgence, leaving them either scrawny like bamboo sticks or bloated and awkward.
Beneath the Black Knight’s tight leather suit was a well-proportioned, powerfully athletic figure, complemented by a sharp, wild yet spirited face with distinct contours radiating a rebellious aura, and those gray eyes—described by men as “ascetic.”
This made the still immature minds of these problem youths suddenly feel parched and their hearts race.
They subconsciously clutched their thighs tightly, subtly grinding just a little, trying to ease a sudden physiological restlessness and tension.
The delinquent girls naturally noticed these embarrassing little actions from their boyfriends and their almost glued-to-the-boss infatuated stares.
Their faces instantly lost composure, cursing silently in their hearts.
At this moment, a particularly bold problem youth, seemingly intoxicated by alcohol and vanity, acted recklessly.
His face was smeared with heavy, even dirty-looking eyeshadow, and he wore tight sports pants so short they barely covered his upper thighs, deliberately accentuating his leg lines.
He abandoned his original girlfriend, wearing a self-satisfied, flirtatious smile, and boldly walked toward the sofa area where Rika Kawasaki sat, plopping down at the edge, right beside her.
“Ah, big sister~ Are you wearing the leather suit for riding heavy motorcycles? So cool!”
He twisted his voice into a contrived, sickly sweet falsetto, his eyes darting as he tried to make eye contact with Rika Kawasaki.
“I… I’ve never even sat on a motorcycle before. I don’t know… if I could sit on your bike, big sister, to experience that feeling of rushing with the wind…”
As he spoke in a coquettish tone, he subtly slithered his body closer to Rika Kawasaki like a water snake.
Rika Kawasaki had originally intended to ignore this kind of man, but the overwhelming scent of his cologne made her feel nauseous.
So she finally raised her head, her gray eyes devoid of any emotion, casually glancing at the little girl who had brought this clueless man.
The little girl, struck by Rika Kawasaki’s piercing gaze, was instantly terrified and breaking out in cold sweat, as if a cat’s tail had been stepped on.
She leapt up from her seat in a flash, rushed over, and roughly grabbed the problem youth’s arm, using all her strength to drag him off the sofa without mercy.
“You’re already a busted male whore, and you still want to climb into the boss’s bed? Do you think you’re worthy? Get over here!”
She shouted furiously as she cursed him, then raised her hand and slapped the young man trying to seduce the boss with a sharp smack.
The other women watching this scene for entertainment burst into mocking laughter, filling the living room with a lively atmosphere.
Who didn’t know the boss never played around with men?
They even doubted whether she’d ever been with a man; at least none of them had ever heard of the boss sleeping with any guy.
Privately, they had even speculated about Rika Kawasaki’s sexual orientation but had no proof.
At this moment, the only somewhat attractive delinquent girl slyly rolled her eyes, watching the farce unfold and the boss’s cold profile, then thought of a clever plan to flatter the boss.
A mischievous smile curved her lips as she leaned toward a younger, fair-faced boy whom she held affectionately in her arms and whispered something to him.
“No… Ahui… I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I?”
The fair boy seemed frightened by his girlfriend’s whispered suggestion, his face instantly turning pale.
He instinctively gripped the edge of her clothes tightly, looking up at her with large, terrified, confused eyes, his voice trembling with grievance.
“Oh, what’s the big deal? Besides, with the boss being such a great woman, you won’t lose out.”
The delinquent girl called Ahui showed an impatient expression and casually shrugged off the boy’s hand gripping her clothes.
This boy, still in school uniform, had no idea that, more than likely, after he was used up by his girlfriend, he would be tossed to her friends for their pleasure.
In fact, all the men present were treated like this—regardless of whose boyfriend they were or who had brought them.
Within this group, these men were more like resources or toys that could be freely exchanged and shared.
Whenever they wished, the girls could drag any of them into any room to satisfy their temporary desires.
However, this fair-faced boy was the first time being brought here, so he looked completely naive and clueless.
In truth, the other women had long appraised him with nakedly lustful eyes, as if evaluating merchandise.
Seeing his pure, helpless, pitiable appearance stirred their hearts with restless anticipation.
They secretly looked forward to dragging this relatively clean boy into the dark room tonight, surrounding and ravaging him until he cried bitterly in despair.