"Why do you always finish inside without even asking? And why did you rip my pants?" Chloe asked, wiping the fluid running down her thighs.

She still felt unbearably full, like even the slightest movement would make everything spill out.

"Sorry, I just get carried away sometimes," he replied with an unapologetic grin. "Besides, I wouldn’t exactly mind if you got pregnant."

Chloe’s face instantly turned crimson, the blush spreading all the way to her ears. The thought of having a child with him clearly affected her more than she wanted to admit.

"Well, I would mind," she shot back, trying to sound annoyed. "Why would I want to be tied down to a womanizing scoundrel like you?"

"I’m really not that bad," he said defensively. "Do you know how many pretty girls I’ve turned down?"

"So what? That’s supposed to make me feel special?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"You should feel honored then," he said with a grin, flexing his fingers dramatically. "These hands are in high demand."

Chloe rolled her eyes, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement. She grabbed the torn fabric of her pants and held it up.

"In high demand? You literally destroyed my clothes."

"They were sacrificed for a noble cause."

"There was nothing noble about that."

He stepped closer, slipping an arm around her waist before she could move away. "You weren’t exactly complaining earlier."

"Tch." She looked away, her face still warm. "That doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want."

"Then I’ll ask next time," he said lightly.

"You better."

"And if you say yes?"

Chloe hesitated for a moment before muttering under her breath, "...Then maybe I won’t stop you."

He pulled out a stack of cash and handed it to her.

"This is for your underwear."

She stared at the money blankly.

"Yohan, I can’t accept this."

"Why not?"

"That thing only cost a couple of dollars. This is like five thousand. You already helped me before with the money you gave me. It’s the only reason I can even go to school here. It would feel wrong to accept any more."

"How can it be wrong? If you’re here because of me, shouldn’t I at least try to support you? I know how expensive college can be. Besides, you could use it to buy something expensive so I can rip it off next time."

He cupped her soft cheeks and pulled her in for one last kiss.

Their tongues tangled passionately as her hands slid behind his head, her eyes squeezed shut.

A short while later, they both came out acting like they hadn’t just been all over each other moments ago.

"So, what class do you have next?" Yohan asked.

"Class? After receiving all that money?" She grinned brightly. "I’m about to go find Lisa, eat something nice, then go shopping and maybe watch a movie. It’s going to be so much fun!"

The bright expression on her face was one he hardly ever saw.

"Yohan, how do you have so much money? Tell me so I can become rich like you."

He let out a small laugh. "I’m not rich, honestly. I just get lucky sometimes."

"I guess I better stick around so some of your luck can rub off on me." She nudged him with her elbow.

"Sure—"

"Yohan."

Professor Kim’s calm voice came from behind them.

"Can I see you in my office?"

She locked eyes with Chloe before looking back at him.

"Right now."

Without another word, she turned and walked away with confident steps.

"Looks like I’ve got to go," he said.

"O-Okay," Chloe replied, but he was already gone.

"Who does she think she is, pulling him away like that?" Chloe grumbled, folding her arms.

...

"Okay, start talking," Professor Kim said once he shut the office door.

"What do you mean?" Yohan asked.

"Some men were just here asking why I collected that girl’s information. They didn’t look like staff or police officers. I told them it was related to the investigation involving the incident in the department. Somehow, they believed me and left, but I still want to know who those men were."

"I don’t know," he answered.

"Then why did you want her information?"

"Because..." he paused.

"That part is hard to explain. Wait—you said they just left?"

"Yes. Then I found you outside."

"Would you recognize them if you saw them again?"

"Yes, I would."

"Quick, which way did they go?" Yohan asked.

Although she was confused, Yohan managed to convince her to help him chase after the men. They eventually spotted their car pulling onto the road.

"That’s them," she said as realization dawned on her.

The car was still easing into traffic, so it was moving slowly.

"Minji, can I borrow your car? I promise I’ll bring it back in one piece."

She clearly looked uncomfortable with the idea, but eventually handed him the keys.

"I’m only doing this because you’re part of the police force, and I’m not sure I can legally refuse without getting arrested. But you better tell me everything when you get back."

"Minji, at this rate those guys are going to get away."

He rushed to the car and quickly caught up to them thanks to the traffic near the campus gate.

"Now I just have to see where they’re heading."

This might end up being another dead end, but as long as there was even a slim chance it could lead somewhere, he was going to take it.

From a safe distance, he mirrored their every turn. Sometimes even letting them go far ahead just to avoid getting noticed.

Finally they made their way to a mansion, in a private estate with a large compound.

Even from outside the tall black gates, the estate radiated wealth and influence.

The compound stretched across an enormous piece of land, large enough to look more like a luxury resort than a private home.

Towering stone walls surrounded the property, their surfaces lined with elegant golden lights that glowed softly. At the center stood an imposing iron gate decorated with intricate patterns and a crest carved into the metal.

Beyond the gates, he could make out a long driveway paved with polished white stone, curving through rows of perfectly trimmed hedges and exotic flowers.

Decorative fountains sprayed crystal-clear water into the air, while tall palm trees swayed gently along the path.

The mansion itself stood proudly in the distance, illuminated by warm golden lights. Its massive structure featured towering pillars, wide glass windows, and balconies that overlooked the estate like something out of a billionaire’s fantasy.

Several luxury cars were parked near the entrance, their polished surfaces gleaming beneath the lights.

Even from where he sat, the place carried an oppressive sense of status and power, the kind that silently reminded anyone looking at it that the people living inside were far beyond ordinary.

Just then, he spotted another car driving through the gates with Izumi and Jenna seated in the back.

"I guess I’m in the right place," he thought with a grin.