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厶凵𐘨 尸卂尺长'丂 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

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» 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐯𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞. 

I drove towards Jaewon High, Its Crystal's destination due to her decision of giving charity donation during the 10th Jaewon High Festival. I patiently driving through the traffic because of the students and different people walking after all were in school place. I must slow down. I parked the car upon arrival and opened the door for her.

As we strolled around the festival grounds, Crystal led the way, and I followed closely, observing. She keeps herself entertained until she stopped beside a line of girls receiving haircuts. Crystal's expression turned serious, revealing a hint of emotion under her poker face. I scanned the surroundings, focused on my duty as her bodyguard, ensuring her safety in this festival atmosphere.

Crystal made her way towards a boxing booth, curiously entertained by the lively activity. I stayed close, keeping an eye on her. However, my attention was diverted when a group of four individuals approached her, causing her to dismiss them and move on. I shot a stern look on their way before continuing to follow Crystal.

While we're walking throughout the festival, we heared a loud voice from mic. It seems theyre on stage hosting an auction. Crystal seems interested, raised her hand to participate. Anticipating the conclusion of my responsibilities, I readied for her departure after she won the auction. When were about the leave, a voice called out.

"Hey! Excuse me!" The guy who had been sold to Crystal ran towards us, panting. It was the same individual from before.

"Ah... um... Thank you," he expressed his gratitude, scratching his nape in embarrassment. I frowned as I look at them since ita a potential waste of time.

He attempted to explain, but Crystal cut him off, her no-nonsense attitude taking charge of the situation. I continued to stand behind her, observing the situation.

"You think I bought you because I like you?" Crystal's direct question left the guy visibly shocked. As her bodyguard, I observed the scene intently, my gaze focused on the pretty boy.

"Do not look down on others just because you're handsome," Crystal warned, her words made him silent. She then faced me and instructed, "Let's go," and I promptly opened the door for her, maintaining my silent vigil.

"Just a sec!" The guy attempted to grab her, but I swiftly intervened, clenching his wrist firmly. In a low tone, I told him, "That's quite enough. Who do you think you're going to touch?" The tension in my words emphasized the boundaries that should not be crossed.

"How persistent. She already explained this." I told him as I gripped more on his wrist as I warned him "Step back, pretty boy. Don't make me hurt you."

"Let.. let go!" Then I got shocked that he throws my hand away to let his wrist go. I didn't expect this. That he could get off my grip. I scoffed.

Cursing under my breath, frustration simmered as he deftly escaped my grip. Stepping back, I measure my distance, adjusting my glasses and preparing for my counterattack.

Executing a Brazilian kick, I was taken aback when he skillfully assumed a guard position. Swiftly adapting, I altered my leg's trajectory, delivering the kick squarely to his neck. He coughed and struggled for breath.

"Noticed my kick and threw up a guard," I remarked, intrigued by his reflexes. "You've got a sharp eye. Quite interesting," I acknowledged, my words carrying a touch of respect, recognizing his resilience.