Behind them, the protagonist walked with a smug smile on his face, his suit sharp and tailored to perfection. He was the new king of campus, and he wore the title with pride. He had a certain aura about him, a magnetic pull that drew people in and made them want to follow him. And follow him they did.
As they passed by a group of jocks, the boys couldn't help but leer at the girls and whisper amongst themselves. "Lucky bastard," one of them said, loud enough for the group to hear. The protagonist overheard and turned to the group, flashing them a confident grin. "Oh, I know," he said, winking at them. The girls rolled their eyes at the protagonist's antics, but they couldn't help but be amused by his arrogance.
They continued down the hallway, their destination the protagonist's classroom. As they walked, they passed by a group of girls who giggled and whispered to each other. "Slut," one of them muttered, loud enough for the group to hear. The protagonist stopped in his tracks and turned to the group, his smile never faltering. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The girls stammered and tried to backtrack, but the protagonist cut them off. "No, no, I think you were trying to insult me. But let me tell you something, sweetheart. I don't care what you think of me or my...slaves. Because at the end of the day, I'm the one with the power. I'm the one they choose to follow. And there's nothing you can do about it."
The girls were taken aback by the protagonist's directness and confidence. They quickly scattered, leaving the group to continue down the hallway. The protagonist turned to the girls and smirked. "You like that, don't you? Being my little playthings. Being the envy of every girl in this school."
The girls scoffed and rolled their eyes, but they couldn't deny the thrill of being desired and coveted by so many. They leaned in closer to the protagonist, their bodies pressed against his. They reached their destination: the protagonist's classroom. He opened the door and gestured for the girls to enter, his smug smile still in place.
The class fell silent as they entered, all eyes on the four of them. The protagonist took his seat at the front of the classroom, the girls settling in the desks surrounding him. The teacher tried to start the lesson, but the tension in the room was palpable. The boys in the class couldn't help but stare at the girls, their minds filled with dirty thoughts.
The protagonist leaned back in his chair, his arms folded behind his head. He could feel the jealousy and desire radiating off the boys in the class, and it only fuelled his ego. He turned to the girls and winked, his voice low and seductive. "You like this, don't you? Being the center of attention. Being my little sluts."
The girls scoffed and rolled their eyes, but they couldn't deny the thrill of being desired and coveted by so many. They leaned in closer to the protagonist, their bodies pressed against his. The class continued, but no one paid attention to the lesson. All they could focus on was the group at the front of the classroom, the protagonist and his three slaves, ruling over the class with an iron fist (and a velvet glove).
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