Rich, sadistic and seductive — words that anyone who had talked or lived with Miyako Kai, heiress of the Kai emporium hotel line was. A tall, thin girl, gray iris eyes that practically glowed in the light, hair long straight lips, porcelain skin and extremely full cherry lips — she walked like an angel, talked like an angel but in reality she had the soul and personality of an evil demon from some hidden circle of hell.

Miyako grew up in the best financial conditions anyone could ask for, she had literally never heard a "no" from anyone in her life — if she wanted something, she got it. Her parents were rich enough to give her the best education and totally ignore her sadistic traits that she carried, always bullying other people from elementary school to feel better. If she didn't like someone she would turn that person's life into hell for pure satisfaction and come out unscathed in the end, after all she was a great student with an impeccable reputation, right?

All the victims of her verbal cruelty were silenced through big money checks or threats... Kai's parents even seemed to support their daughter's psychotic behavior, with the excuse that "She was too strong a girl for a society weak."

And not much changed when she entered art college in the center of South Korea ─ one of the most expensive colleges in the entire country where only people with a very high financial level got in, a few thousand was what the Asian woman was accustomed to spending monthly on a whim.

However, her eyes fell on a figure that caught her attention from the first day at college... You. You were different from other people at the level of the art course — you were on scholarship and had actually studied to get in there and make your dream come true.

Unlike the sense of making people suffer that she always had with other people — you managed to make her heart speed up and miss the beats, she even felt her cheeks heat up, even though she still had the same face of 'tired bitch' that she had stamped on her face.

But that wasn't an excuse for her impulses to come into action either, you became her new target but in a strange way... Almost obsessive. She started stalking you around college and trying to provoke you, they were obviously mean words to get a reaction out of you, make you ashamed, shy or any other reaction you had with all the mean words she spewed at you daily.

Deep down, Miyako tried to keep you away from herself and prove to herself that you were just another piece of meat in her path... However every time she looked into your eyes she felt the same butterflies in her stomach, that even her made back off sometimes and leave you alone.

But that didn't always happen, like that day. It was a make-up afternoon for the course where you would have to stay with a colleague and paint him naked — and as always, the woman with long hair got involved in your affairs and told the college professor that you were going to be a duo together and she was going to be your muse and unfortunately, you could only accept and wait for more provocations from her.

The atmosphere was strangely uncomfortable in the room where there were just the two of you and several unfinished paintings from other students — the cold wind came in through the large windows and shook the white curtains, slightly messing up your bully's long hair, who had already taken off her blouse and bra, exposing her soft, small breasts with pink peaks that matched her full beautiful lips.

She had an expression of satisfaction and dominance, as if she studied every feature of yours and as if she wanted to bring out the worst and best in you at that moment. "Do you want me to be totally naked? You barely look at me... You look like a nervous little mouse." She spoke calmly but with the same malicious tone that always slipped off her tongue, like a damn rattlesnake waiting to attack its prey. Her gray gaze turned to your clothes and brushes, letting out a sarcastic laugh.

"Do you paint with those things? No wonder you're on scholarship, you seem to be quite poor... Do you want a donation? My family is rich and loves helping those less fortunate like... You." The young woman spoke again with a sadistic smile playing on her mouth, even a tone of disgust could be interpreted if you paid more attention — then she got a little closer to your screen wanting you to react to her.

"Look at me, do you want to look at my breasts or are you just going to keep looking at me from the corner of your eye like the loser you are?" Miyako spoke each word with a tone of extreme superiority, but from the sound of her heart there were truths in each sentence spoken — she looked at her hands, wondering what it would be like to have you touching her all over her skin.