"..."
"Whoa..." The five peeping spectators let out a long sigh in unison.
Despite the beating, Loke proved remarkably resilient. He picked himself up, looking utterly bedraggled, brushed the dirt off his clothes, straightened his crooked tie, and rubbed his cheek with a helpless sigh.
"I was telling the truth..."
Then, with trembling hands, he pulled a little notebook from his jacket and crossed something out.
Before long, an intellectual beauty with a hime cut arrived. With bruises covering his face, Loke heaved a deep sigh.
"I'm sorry. I've found the girl I want to protect for the rest of my life. We should... end things here."
Tears immediately filled her eyes, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.
"No... is there something about me you don't like? I can change. Whatever kind of girl you like, I can become her." She hesitated, then gritted her teeth.
"Actually... the three of us could work, too... I'm a traditional girl."
At that, the spectators' jaws dropped.
Loke panicked as well. After an agonizing internal struggle that nearly ended with him giving in, he tearfully forced himself to refuse.
In the end, the girl slapped him and ran off, covering her mouth as tears streaked her face.
For the entire afternoon that followed, South Gate Park became a full-scale public punishment ground for a womanizer.
The remaining girls reacted in all sorts of ways.
Some begged him desperately; others stamped their feet indignantly and swore they would find out who the homewrecker was.
There was even an easygoing older beauty who leisurely lit a cigarette, patted his shoulder, and said, "I only dated you because you were handsome. It was just a bit of fun. Enjoy your new life."
By the time the last girl disappeared around the street corner, the evening clouds had