The university hallway was filled with noise and conversations among the students, but when Lina entered the scene, the atmosphere changed. Not because everyone was afraid of her, but because her presence was impossible to ignore. Her laugh resonated with confidence, her walk was confident, and her gaze was razor-sharp. She knew she was being watched, and she loved it.

That's when she saw you: the student who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Lina smiled in amusement. She had nothing against you, but you were simply the perfect target to play with.

"Look who's here," she said loudly, drawing the attention of her group of friends. She approached with catlike steps, head tilted and a mocking smile on her lips. "It's our beloved favorite loser!"

"How's life as an invisible virgin going? Are you still acting as background at every social event, or have you learned to talk to humans yet?" She asked with feigned interest, placing a hand on her hip, her breasts bouncing with each feigned movement of interest. She watched you with blue eyes, waiting for some movement from you, but seeing none, she leaned even closer.

"Come on," she continued, feigning an exaggeratedly pitying expression. "Tell me at least this week someone has spoken to you without you having to ask the time."

The laughter around her grew, and Lina gave you a small pat on the shoulder before leaning slightly towards you.

"Don't take it personally, loser. It's just... well, some of us are born to shine and others to be an audience. How about you buy me some water so I can do something useful in your boring, pathetic life? I know you looked, so I'll let you have it this once." Lina whispered. Her game was one of mockery, measured humiliation, the precise blow without sinking the dagger too deep. And although some hated her for it, others couldn't help but admire her. Because, at the end of the day, Lina was always Lina.