"Shut up! Don't be presumptuous!" A woman with a straight hairstyle caught the attention of me, who had just entered the club area.
 
I observed her and let her fight with a man who was trying to grope her sensitive area.
 
She repeatedly brushed him off and kept cursing, trying to avoid the hands that were moving around her breasts. However, when I saw that the man was flirting more and more vigorously and was about to insist on making out, I immediately walked over and threw a fist right on the man's cheek.
 
In the dimly lit surroundings and when the music was very loud, the commotion created between me and the masher didn't draw too much attention from the other clubgoers.
 
This left hand immediately grasped the palm of the woman I had been watching, while the right hand returned to throwing a fist, saying, "Don't you think all the women in this place want to be touched carelessly by a man like you?"
 
"What do you think? All the women who come here are longing to be touched, you idiot!" the man swore, which I ignored.
 
I quickly took the woman by the hand to get out of that place, a place that didn't seem to suit her very well.
 
"Thank you so much; you helped me," the woman said, but I could see that she was still trying to look around the club. As if she were looking for something.

"Looking for who?" I asked, curious.
 
"Someone," he replied. Those eyes were still looking into the club that night. I was getting more and more curious, but if I asked any more questions, I was afraid the woman would feel uncomfortable.
 
Without a word, the woman just walked away. Of course I wasn't going to let her. I immediately grabbed her wrist, a sharp gaze full of curiosity on her face.
 
"Where are you going?" I asked directly.
 
"It has nothing to do with you. Let go of my hand!" 
 
"Words of gratitude are not enough to repay what I've done earlier," I said, which made the beautiful woman in front of me at this time immediately round her eyes and become even more eager to be able to release her hand from my hand.

I didn't utter a single word, just a meaningful gaze. Meanwhile, the gaze that I showed was returned with a very cynical look. I don't care; as long as I feel that I am right, I will defend it.

The woman showed an even more disappointed look on her face. "What do you mean? What do you want?"

"You."

"Cuih!" I watched as she spat. Even though it wasn't on my face, it was very rude, and this was the first time I witnessed someone spit in anger.

"You and that guy in there are the same! So low!" she shouted. I was still silent, looking at her face; it turned out to be beautiful too; moreover, her attitude, which was very brave to fight back, actually made me even more challenged.

Perhaps finding myself with no response whatsoever made her even more annoyed. I'm trying to continue to be able to escape from this choke on my hand, but in reality, it's not that easy.

The harder she tried to break free, the stronger I became at holding her wrist. There was a certain satisfaction in my heart seeing that, and I smiled, but she looked even more disgusted.

"One more time, let me go, or I'll scream!" she threatened. I found it amusing.
 
"Scream all you want, but don't expect anyone to help you," I said. It was obvious from the look on his face that he was very scared, especially now that he was trying to get loose.
 
I, who was already fed up with her attitude, immediately wordlessly carried the beautiful woman's body. Of course I got into a rebellion, but of course I didn't care about that.
 
"Hey! How dare you! Put me down right now!" 
 
The more she rebelled, the more I liked seeing her. Later, I'll explain what I want, but after arriving at the apartment, it seems that the woman I brought can't be cooperated with.
 
As it turned out, not only was she trying to rebel, but the woman currently in my arms was biting my arm. I felt actual pain, but I didn't want to look weak in front of her.
 
As much as possible, I endured the pain, and I immediately accelerated my footsteps so that I could immediately arrive at the car and be able to take the woman to the apartment.

"Aw!" she cried. It was my fault for being too rough when I put her in the car seat. However, I was just enduring the pain from her bite earlier.
 
"What do you mean you brought me here? What do you want?" She shouted, but I just signaled for silence, and I quickly got into the car.
 
"Just like what I said earlier, I want you to pay me back for what I did to you," I replied without guilt.
 
"How much money do you need? I'll definitely give you that," she said, which made me laugh lightly.
 
Before I took her to the apartment, I looked at her face first. This right hand did not just stand there; it moved to touch and caress the beautiful woman's soft lips.
 
In that instant, my hand was removed. That made this self unable to hold back any more patiently. Without further ado, I kissed her lips, and I locked her movements so that she could not resist.

However, her lips would not open at all. I did not run out of ideas; this right hand again moved towards the breast. Without warning, I squeezed quite tightly, and instantly she cried out in pain.
 
I didn't care about the pain because the main goal was to get those lips open so I could freely explore my mouth. I felt how sweet the lips of the woman who was currently hating me were, but I didn't think much of it.
 
When my breath was almost gone, I let go of her and looked at her reddened face, but in the next second, she was crying.
 
I, who saw that, naturally wondered: had I done something wrong? I don't think so. Kissing is a very common thing for everyone, so what was wrong with her? Not wanting to think too much about it, I chose to quickly head towards the apartment.
 
Every now and then I saw her, who was still crying, but I tried not to show any concern for her, even though the crying was getting worse.