Chapter 9

"Please don't tell Donald about what happened earlier."

Tiffany helped me pull up my pants. "Of course, I won't tell Donald, but you did well earlier. You should act like this not just in front of me but also in front of Dorothy. The more vulgar a man is, the more a woman will go crazy over him. Sometimes, it's even okay to use a bit of force if necessary."

I asked somewhat dejectedly, "Tiffany, did you do all this just to help me open up?"

"What else? You don't think I wanted something to happen between us, do you?"

My heart sank. I shook my head feebly. "No."

I knew I shouldn't feel disappointed, but at that moment, I couldn't control my emotions. Especially as Tiffany helped me with my pants and tidied my clothes as if my reactions were childish.

I didn't like that feeling. I was grown up and eager, yet Tiffany seemed to ignore that completely.

I recalled Tiffany's earlier words about how women preferred vulgar men.

Could it be that if I acted more daringly, Tiffany's view