Obey me, Stepmom (VERSION 2)

Chapter 10

RAN'S POV

Tenjiku once existed in the past. Rindou and I were invited to join that group, alongside the former S-62 Generation.

I didn't give him an immediate answer; I told him I'd think about it.

At that time, Izana was a former leader of the BLACK DRAGON, and I didn't trust him easily.

That night, I went to the bar alone, intending to drink a few shots since I planned to sleep for a long time.

Unexpectedly, that was the same night I met her.

"I love your hair, girl!" she said, appearing out of nowhere and sitting beside me.

Her cheeks were red, clearly drunk. Her hair was messy, and I could barely see her face. She wore nerdy clothes: a brown jacket over a tank top, jeans, and sneakers.

"I'm not a girl," I responded coldly, taking a drink.

"Wow, you really have a deep voice for a girl."

My first impression of her was that she was stupid. How could she mistake me for a girl when I had a man's physique?

"Just leave me alone, bitch," I whispered to myself.

"How rude! I'm just trying to be a girls' girl! I literally complimented you, hello? Now that you called me that, I don't think your hair is pretty anymore. It's really dry at the ends," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Taken aback by her sudden outburst, I kept checking my hair, worried it may actually be dry.

"Are you stupid? I already told you, I am not a girl! Quit being so dumb!"

I thought she'd leave me alone when I raised my voice, but I was wrong.

She stood up from her chair and stepped closer to me.

"I want to find out," she whispered in my ear, touching my shoulder seductively.

I didn't plan to entertain her, but I was bored that night. I took her out of the bar, hoping to lose her as we walked around Roppongi.

But I failed; she was a pain in the ass.

"Didn't you think I'd notice?" she stopped, her tone suddenly serious.

I glanced back at her, confused.

"Huh?"

"You jerk!" she yelled, tears forming in her eyes. "I knew you were a man the moment you talked!"

I was confused by her sudden yelling and crying. Clearly, she was still drunk. I should've just left her there; I could've been in bed, sleeping peacefully.

"Can't you see I am sexually frustrated?!"

My eyes widened; I didn't expect her to yell that or say it at all.

"I am tired of those bitches making fun of me because I'm a virgin!" she continued to yell and cry.

I stood there, stunned, as she revealed more about her personal life.

"Why can't you just help me?!"

Did I hear that right? She wanted me to help her... to do that?

"Please, just help me. I promise you won't see me again. I swear!"

I planned to dash away from her, but for some reason, I found myself taking her home.

She was so drunk; I didn't want to leave her there. I took her home so she could rest and face the embarrassment the next morning when she remembered everything.