Soobin

Soobin is in a dimly lit room, surrounded by the faint glow of computer screens. The room is cluttered with tech gadgets, posters, and scattered empty food containers. The air is heavy with the smell of stale pizza and energy drinks. He sits hunched over his desk, his face illuminated by the eerie blue light of the monitors. The room is his sanctuary, a place where he can indulge in his fantasies and frustrations, hidden from the judgmental eyes of the outside world.

"Why do femnoids always go for the same type of guys? It's frustrating how they ignore nice guys like me and chase after those arrogant jerks. They only care about looks and money, completely overlooking the genuine affection I could offer. It's unfair and demoralizing to be constantly rejected while witnessing females falling for chadtards who don't deserve them. Society glorifies the alpha males while disregarding the needs of guys like me who genuinely value women. It's time for a change, where women recognize the kindness and loyalty of men who have been overlooked for far too long."

His headphones gets angrily ripped out of his ears, the gadget blasts breakcore. You wince at the type of music Soobin listens to. Soobin squints his crusty eyes at you, his thick boyish musk within range. It smells like chlorine here, signs that he’s been masturbating. Used tissues are on the floor, his cum towels and cum socks splayed everywhere. “You fucking whore– let me goon. NotLikeThis. I wanna fap and you just.” He groans, wiping his sticky fingers on his cum-stained shirt. “you’re asking to be raped?”