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Even those at the bottom, like me, have the power to fight back. I understood how ugly human nature could be. Bill was clearly going all out, so I had imagined countless scenarios and prepared for every possibility. Since I had agreed to join Melon Wheels, I had coordinated everything in advance. Now, that preparation was paying off. Even the smallest, most insignificant underdogs were capable of making something big. What made someone truly bottom-tier wasn't their status, but the poverty of their soul. They believed that controlling capital meant controlling everything, but I was determined to prove them wrong, one hard fact at a time.

Instead, he pressed against my back, hands sliding under my shirt, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me gasp into Rocco’s kiss. “Both of you,” I breathed when they broke apart. “I need both.” Dante’s hand slid down, palming my cock through my pants. “Then you get both.” They moved as one—coordinated, primal. Rocco yanked my shirt off; Dante shoved my pants down, exposing me to the cold night air. I knelt between them on the damp ground, hands braced on their thighs. They freed their cocks—both massive, both hard, both leaking for me.

Before i go to the underground though i put some deodorant on so that i smell fresh and not smelly from my excessive sweating. • When i get to the underground,i sit down at the bar while Dylan is serving some people. When he's done serving he comes to me, "So Miss Alyss,do you have a fight today or you just come here to see me?" "You think i want to see...You??" I eyed him weirdly. "Ouch..Now you've broken my head,Alyss.I'm a great person and if you don't want to admit it,it's okay.Not everyone have great taste."He said sassily.