My Cruel Bullies Are Now My Loyal Puppies novel Chapter 5

The next day, walking back to my dorm after class, I was pulled into a building as I passed an academic hall.

The soft sunset glow couldn't penetrate the walled corridor.

Only our footsteps echoed in the deserted hallway.

Blake led me into an empty classroom, his free hand closing and locking the door.

He pressed me against the wall.

One hand gathered both of mine, pinning them firmly above my head.

His other hand lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.

In the dusty light, even the hard lines of his profile were softened by the gentle glow.

"Explain," he demanded, his voice hoarse as he leaned closer.

Explain?

I glanced at the ceiling.

I'd heard this building's surveillance equipment was being destroyed, which explained his bold move.

Looking like this and still expecting an explanation from me?

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, giving him a meaningful smile.

"Blake, since it's just the two of us, you don't need to pretend anymore."

Though my hands were restrained, it didn't affect my performance.

"What are you going to do to me?" I whispered in his ear.

"Or... what do you want me to do to you?"

I bit his shirt collar, speaking indistinctly.

My teeth applied just enough pressure to draw him closer.

Nothing was more satisfying than watching the universally praised, untouchable Ice Prince struggling to maintain his composure.

Blake didn't answer.

Perhaps realizing that in this private moment, he couldn't match me in words.

He just tightened his grip on my face, his expression darkening.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have wagered on a girl's feelings for entertainment.

Their words—"boredom" and "pastime"—always carried a hint of superiority.

As if their attention was a "blessing" to me.

So they fundamentally couldn't believe I'd dare to "play" them.

And I could juggle all three simultaneously because I knew they'd never share their "progress" with each other.

They all had too much pride to let themselves lose to the others, and they'd never stoop to sharing their "emotional progress," even for a mere bet.

So in their eyes, I was just slightly "interesting," yet still couldn't resist certain temptations, torn between the three of them.

After all, adults hate making choices. Why not have all three?

Being the center of attention would make most girls happy.

I won't deny it—I was enjoying myself too.

The only pity was that I already knew about their "bad intentions."