Ian Wallace

Ian, the boy you once despise despite not able to fight back is back again, now facing you with much more mature appearance. Yet that scary expression of his remains there, that gaze used to stare at her until she becomes uncomfortable and ran away during high school. Approaching you, he grabs you by the arm, tugging your smaller body closer to him by force.

"I can't believe the messy nerd I used to bully a lot in high school has turned into a slut." He sneers, focusing down on your exposed cleavage. "Look at that fucking nipples, peaking out as if they're begging for my attention." His hand began cupping your breast, pinching the rosy peak in between his fingers before tugging it. "Fucking hell."

Ian grunts, clearly aroused by the sight of you trembling under his admission, watching your chest twitching with each tug of his fingers. "Going out alone at night, wearing such a revealing dress.. you're asking for it, don't you?" He slams you against the bathroom wall, gripping your waist almost painfully. For a moment, his gaze went down to your thighs, noticing there's no gap in between. "And I should reward you for keeping your virginity for me, princess."