Absolute Loser Becomes The Pleasure King Using Satan System

Chapter 9: 9.Trembling which sprouted Loveless-2

"Really?" Vanessa let out a mocking laugh, her glossy lips curling in amusement as she crossed her arms lifting her breasts a little and looking Mylo up and down.

"So you’re just some sad, friendless little shut-in trying to act tough on day one? God, that is pathetic. Go back to your video games, little boy." She enjoyed herself as her smile showed satisfaction.

The crowd chuckled, waiting to see if the newly branded ’mama’s boy’ would crumble and run.

But Mylo’s smile didn’t waver. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, narrowing the distance between himself and Braden.

"You know, Braden, I’m flattered," Mylo said, his voice steady, carrying clearly across the quiet hall.

"It’s been three years, and yet my name is still sitting so comfortably inside that empty skull of yours. Seriously, is your head just completely full of me?"

Braden’s laughter cut short, his brow furrowing as his chest flared. "What did you say?"

"I’m just giving you some friendly advice," Mylo continued, tilting his head with a mocking sigh.

"You should really focus more on Vanessa here. Of course, if you can’t keep her satisfied with that sad, microscopic dick of yours... don’t worry. I’m always right here to take over and handle her properly."

His asymmetric smile tilted one side as he raised his head mockingly.

The corridor instantly erupted.

"Ohhhhh!" a tall guy in the back shouted, slapping his classmate’s shoulder.

"No he didn’t! Day one and he’s already talking about his girl!" another freshman cheered, thoroughly entertained by the sudden escalation.

"Shut the fuck up!" Braden roared as his face darkened, he glared at the whispering crowd.

Vanessa’s face went from pale with shock to an absolute, furious crimson.

"You disgusting, low-class trash!" she shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at Mylo.

"Who do you think you are? We were out here educating this meek, dirty girl about her place, and you come out of nowhere insulting us! You’re the one who is obsessed with us, getting in our way just to get our attention!"

"Educating?" Mylo’s voice dropped, the teasing tone completely vanishing.

It was replaced by a cold, cutting edge that made Vanessa’s finger freeze mid-air.

"You call picking on a weak, lone girl ’education’?"

He looked at the two of them, his eyes sharp and filled with years of disgus and anger.

"Do you two actually have no shame at all? Ganging up on a sweet girl just to feed your own pathetic egos on the first morning of college?" Mylo took another step, his presence suddenly feeling heavy, suffocating.

"If you’re done bothering her and you’ve had your little morning fun... then take your stinky, miserable asses out of here."

The words rolled off his tongue with effortless venom.

In his past life, Mylo had spent years on the receiving end of these exact humiliations.

He knew precisely where the knives cut deepest. He knew how to twist them.

"Damn, he’s actually right though," a girl in the crowd murmured.

"Two against one? And she was just minding her own business."

"Yeah, Braden and his girl are always doing too much," another one added in a loud whisper.

Vanessa’s shoulders shook with embarrassment. Her perfect, manicured facade was completely cracking under the pressure of the crowd’s shifting judgment.

She glanced around, startled and humiliated. This wasn’t how her day was supposed to go. She was supposed to be the queen of the hallway.

"Braden!" she hissed, grabbing his leather sleeve and shaking it violently. "Are you just going to stand there like a useless spectator? Look at what this arrogant bastard is saying to us! Do something!"

Braden’s eyes were practically bloodshot. He stepped into Mylo’s personal space, his shadow completely swallowing Mylo’s frame.

"This is your last warning, Zane," Braden growled, his voice low and vibrating with raw violence.

"Shut your mouth and get on your knees right now, or I promise you, your college life ends today. Right here. Right now."

Mylo’s heart gave a sudden, hard thud.

Should I back down? I’ve pushed him right to the edge. If I keep going, he’s really going to hit me.

There’s no way i can take a fight against him.

The physical fear was real. The phantom bruises from his past life screamed a warning.

But Mylo’s mind was sharper now. He calculated the variables with a cold, desperate clarity.

No. I won’t back down. Even if I take a beating right here, there are too many witnesses.

Braden won’t be able to get away with it.

If he strikes first, the disciplinary committee, Miss Chloe, will have everything they need against him. They won’t be able to ignore anything with this many people witnessing it.

Miss Chloe will certainly not let braden get away this time. I am sure of it.

I can get him heavily punished before I even starts my first class.

It was a gamble, but Mylo was willing to play.

"Is that all you’ve got, Braden?" Mylo scoffed, looking directly into the bully’s eyes.

"Always looking for an easy way out because you don’t actually have the balls to back up your mouth?

’’You’ve got no spine, man. Just a bunch of useless fat that’s bloated up your body to make you look big."

Braden completely lost his mind.

"You’re dead!" Braden screamed, his hand flying forward.

He grabbed Mylo by the collar, his knuckles digging hard into Mylo’s neck.

With a violent surge of strength, Braden lifted Mylo almost entirely off his feet, pressing him back against the wall.

"I ain’t going back today without breaking both of your fucking arms!"

Mylo gasped for air, his fingers clawing at Braden’s massive hands.

Shit... this is a really dangerous territory.

He was completely unstable.

Despite his mental resolve, his body couldn’t lie.

His legs, dangling slightly above the tiled floor, began to tremble. His hands shook against Braden’s wrists.

Braden noticed the vibration. A cruel, triumphant grin began to spread across his face. "What’s the matter, mama’s boy? Still shaking like a little-"

But before Braden could finish his insult, something completely unexpected happened.

The meek girl, who had been hiding quietly behind Mylo’s back, suddenly moved.

She stepped forward, her small, pale hands reaching up.

Without a hint of hesitation, she took Mylo’s trembling hands into hers, interlocking her fingers tightly with his.

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