“You bastard!
You raped me,” Popclaw sobbed, clutching a pile of clothes to her chest.
The Deep had anticipated this.
Lighting a cigarette, he chuckled.
“Need me to show you the video?
Put your clothes on and come over here.
I have a few questions for you.”
Although Popclaw’s desires had been amplified by Compound V into actions she would regret for the rest of her life, she had not forgotten what happened in between.
Blushing, she quietly put her clothes back on and obediently sat down beside The Deep.
Her timid, fearful demeanor almost made The Deep wonder if everything that had just happened was a dream.
“Drop the act!”
The Deep gave her cheek a sharp pinch.
Terrified yet not daring to pull away, Popclaw whimpered pitifully, “I’m not…
I’m not faking it.
I just regret it.”
“What’s your name?”
“Charlotte,” Popclaw answered in a soft voice, adding, “Charlotte Byrne.”
“Do you know who I am?”
Popclaw looked up, glancing timidly at the handsome man before murmuring, “You’re The Deep.
You’re…
you’re A-Train’s good friend.”
“You know A-Train is my dear brother and close friend, yet you did this with me?
Charlotte, are you just a born slut who loves cheating on her boyfriend with his bros?”
“No!
I’m not!” Popclaw denied quickly, though her voice grew weaker with guilt.
“I was just under the influence of the drug.
I didn’t mean to…”
In truth, she had been lucid back then.
At least when The Deep treated her tenderly, she knew full well that the man holding her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and biting her tongue ring was definitely not A-Train.
The Deep took hold of Popclaw’s slender arm.
Sure enough, there was a fresh puncture mark on it.
“What did you shoot up?”
Popclaw averted her gaze from him, stammering guiltily, “Just…
regular powder.”
“Is that so?” The Deep smiled meaningfully, waving his phone.
“Then I’ll just have to sit down with my bro A-Train and appreciate his girlfriend’s gorgeous figure together.”
Popclaw stared at The Deep in utter shock.
*How could you?*
“Aren’t you afraid A-Train will kill you?
I’m his girlfriend, and you fucked me.”
The Deep shrugged, looking completely nonchalant.
“Babe!
I’m a victim too.
I only came by today to find A-Train.
Who knew that the moment I walked in, his girlfriend would seduce me and even go down on me…
Speaking of which, I’m the real victim here.
I should ask A-Train for emotional distress compensation to nurse my energy back.”
Popclaw stared at the man in disbelief.
How could someone be so shameless?
The Deep returned a smile and asked, “Charlotte, am I wrong?”
Popclaw was already completely under his control.
Lowering her head, she timidly replied, “No.
I seduced you, Deep.”
“Don’t look so wronged!
You’re making me feel like some big villain.” The Deep grabbed her cheek and gave it a hard twist.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
“No, Mr.
Deep.
I’m the one who immorally defiled you.
I just hope you’ll let me off.
Please don’t let A-Train find out about this, okay?”
Just when Popclaw thought The Deep would hold this secret over her head forever, he nodded readily and agreed, “Sure.”
Even Popclaw had not expected him to let her off so easily.
She blurted out in disbelief, “Really?”
*Just messing with you!
So fun.*
“Where did you and A-Train get the Compound V?”
“Compound V?” Popclaw swallowed hard, stammering evasively, “What Compound V?
I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
*Still playing dumb?*
Popclaw asked pitifully, “How do you know about Compound V?”
“That’s why I came here today.
I just didn’t expect you to have shot up Compound V and jumped right onto me like that.”
*Stop talking!
Please, just stop.*
If she had not taken Compound V and been overwhelmed by excessive arousal, she really would not have betrayed A-Train like a whore.
“Show me the Compound V you’ve been injecting,” The Deep commanded.
Hesitating only for a moment, Popclaw obediently crawled to the side, grabbed an orange shoulder bag, and pulled out a metal case.
A full case held four vials, but only two remained inside.
The Deep took out a vial of Compound V and held it up to the sunlight to examine it.
It glowed bright blue, like molten sapphire syrup, flowing viscous and slow, yet exceptionally beautiful.
Looking at the blue liquid, Popclaw did not display the infatuation typical of an addict; instead, a flicker of fear surfaced in her eyes.
Holding the Compound V, The Deep asked, “Where did you get this stuff?”
Popclaw gave The Deep a pleading look, but before she could speak, he shut her down.
“Don’t even try it.”
She had no choice but to answer honestly.
“From a Japanese guy.
His street name is Ninja.
But he doesn’t always have it in stock.”
“Give me his contact info.”
“It’s useless.
He doesn’t take orders from strangers.
You need an introduction.”
Feeling The Deep’s gaze fixate on her, what choice did Popclaw have?
Timid and pathetic, she said, “Not right now.
I just bought eight vials from him.
Buying more so soon will make him suspicious.
Next time—next time I go buy some, I’ll take you with me.”
“Okay!”
The Deep pocketed a vial of Compound V, pulled out his phone, and said, “How much per vial?
I’ll transfer the money to you.”
Popclaw froze in surprise.
“You’re paying?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“He never pays,” Popclaw murmured.
“Not surprising.
If you got pregnant, my bro would perform a disappearing act right on the spot.”
Popclaw could not hold it in and let out a laugh.
Obediently giving her phone number to The Deep, she lowered her head and mumbled, “My name is Charlotte.”