Chapter 1438: Intermission 7: Each Of Their Love Lives (3)

After finishing my meal, I left the payment on top of the table and got ready to head out of the cafeteria.

Still, before actually leaving, I ended up glancing toward the woman again.

Honestly, I didn’t even mean to do it this time. My eyes just naturally drifted in her direction like my brain had already accepted defeat. And of course, the exact moment I looked over, she noticed me staring.

The second our eyes met, I immediately turned away.

That was honestly embarrassing as hell.

I really didn’t want to keep getting caught looking at her like some awkward idiot. At this point, I probably looked like a guy who had just discovered women existed five minutes ago.

But at the same time, I seriously couldn’t help it.

Something about her kept pulling my attention back no matter how much I tried to act normal. It wasn’t even just because she was beautiful either. Although yeah, she definitely was. To my eyes, at least. It was more like she had this weird presence around her that made it hard not to notice her.

Letting out a quiet sigh, I turned away properly this time and started walking toward the exit of the cafeteria.

But before I could make it out the door, someone else walked in.

The guy was huge.

Not just tall either. He was built like someone who solved most of his problems by punching them until they stopped moving. His arms were thick, his shoulders broad, and his whole body gave off the vibe of someone who spent more time fighting than talking. Honestly, he looked like either an adventurer or a mercenary.

Probably both.

The rough-looking equipment on him only added to that impression too.

At first, I assumed he was just another customer coming in to eat.

Then he spotted Monica.

The grin that spread across his face immediately ruined whatever decent first impression he could’ve had. It was the kind of grin that looked greasy somehow. Like the expression alone needed a bath.

Without hesitation, he walked straight past me and headed toward Monica, who had just picked up the payment I left behind.

"I want to fuck right now, so let’s go."

He said it so casually that for a second my brain almost failed to process what had just come out of his mouth.

Just straight to the point like he was ordering lunch.

The moment I heard him say that, irritation instantly shot through me hard enough that I could feel a vein twitching near my forehead.

For a second, I genuinely wanted to interfere immediately.

But I stopped myself.

Barely.

I had already heard rumors about Monica before, after all. People talked about how she sold her body too. Honestly, from what I’d heard, it didn’t even sound like she did it purely for money either. It sounded more like she simply enjoyed sleeping around when she wanted to.

So maybe, between the two of them, this kind of conversation was normal.

Maybe I’d just end up looking stupid if I jumped in without understanding the situation properly.

And honestly, I hated making assumptions when I didn’t know the full story.

"Ha?" Monica looked visibly annoyed the moment he spoke. "You can’t just say something like that right in front of my face while making that disgusting expression. That’s exactly why everyone keeps calling you a pervert."

The guy laughed slightly, but Monica immediately continued before he could say anything else.

"But sorry. I’m not taking customers for that anymore. And when I say anymore, I mean forever."

"Oh?" the man replied, raising an eyebrow. "Did you finally find the dick you’ve been looking for? The one that can make you cum your brains out?"

"I did," Monica answered without hesitation. "And he fucked my brains out so hard that my body basically went limp afterward. Honestly, it was such a magnificent cock."

The man’s expression shifted a little after hearing that.

Not enough to completely lose composure, but definitely enough that I could tell his ego got hit.

"Oh really?" he asked. "Didn’t I make you cum before too?"

"To be honest, I didn’t feel anything," Monica replied immediately.

She didn’t even hesitate before firing that shot.

"Having sex with you felt like getting fucked by a pickle. It was awful. I only pretended to orgasm because you looked way too desperate trying to convince yourself you could make a woman cum. Seriously, I can’t believe you actually fell for it. Even someone dumb would’ve noticed I was faking it."

For a brief second, the cafeteria got really quiet.

Honestly, if words could physically beat someone’s ass, that probably would’ve counted.

The guy’s face twitched slightly before his expression darkened.

Then suddenly, he grabbed Monica’s cheeks with one hand.

His fingers pressed hard against her face, squeezing her cheeks together while gripping her jaw roughly enough to make the atmosphere instantly tense.

"Hey!"

The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them.

At that point, there wasn’t really a way for me to just stand there pretending none of this involved me anymore.

Part of me still didn’t want to interfere. I hated unnecessary trouble.

But another part of me was already getting pissed off watching him put his hands on her like that.

The guy turned toward me after hearing my voice.

"Huh?" He looked me up and down with obvious annoyance. "Who’s this kid supposed to be? Don’t tell me this is the one you’ve been fucking."

"Of course not," Monica answered immediately, sounding irritated more than anything. "He’s just someone who eats here."

"I see." The man glanced back at me before grinning again. "Still, the kid looks pretty eager himself. Hey, boy, why don’t you join in too? We can both take her together. She’s pretty good at handling two dicks at once."

Then his grin widened even more.

"Hell, maybe even three."

The way he said it made me want to punch him even harder.

And honestly, I didn’t even care whether what he was saying about Monica was true or not.

I didn’t care if she’d slept with a lot of guys before.

I didn’t care how much sex she’d had.

That wasn’t even the issue here.

The problem was the way he was acting like he owned the place and could do whatever he wanted just because he felt like it. The way he grabbed her face. The way he kept talking over her. The way he acted like she was some object he could casually drag around whenever he got horny.

That part pissed me off.

A lot more than I expected, honestly.

And once I realized that, I stopped holding myself back.

I stepped forward immediately, putting all the strength I could into my arms before grabbing him and flipping his entire body over me in one motion.

For a brief second, his feet actually left the ground.

Then I slammed him straight into the floor.