But not everyone in the crowd was terrified of Yasuo.
There was a quiet dude in the corner of the crowd. He was swirling the wine in his hand as he thought about Yasuo's earlier words.
It echoed in his mind.
"I felt bad when she whispered how she wishes I were her real man instead of your pathetic ass, but… I guess she was right."
"I felt bad when she whispered how she wishes I were her real man instead of your pathetic ass, but… I guess she was right."
"I felt bad when she whispered how she wishes I were her real man instead of your pathetic ass, but… I guess she was right."
A real man. One that no woman could resist. That's who Yasuo was.
Pathetic ass — that described him, Akagi Tomio.
Tomio glanced at his own girlfriend, who was also in the crowd. He couldn't exactly tell what she was thinking but he could sense that she was like the rest, a little scared by what Yasuo just did.
Why are you scared? You should be excited at the sight of a real man like that.
'A man that I can never be.'
Frustration gnawed at him as he recalled his erectile dysfunction, the way his dick stayed limp no matter how hard he tried.
Every time they shared a bed, he always left her unsatisfied and begging for an orgasm but there was only so much he could do with his tongue and fingers.
'You deserve a real man. One that will fuck you how you want to be fucked. And I won't leave you no matter what. I'm just lending him your body. I'll always have your heart.'
Swallowing his pride, he decided that he was going to approach Yasuo for a private talk later.
His heart was pounding with a mix of humiliation, frustration, hope, and excitement about this potential solution to the issue that had been haunting his relationship.
He had been thinking about this for a while now but finally, Yasuo's display of his beastlike manliness — it was the last straw.
He wanted Yasuo to fuck his girlfriend properly. He wanted him to fill up her pussy with his come and thrust his member in her relentlessly in a way that he could only do in his fantasies.
Tomio had come to a decision, one that he hadn't even consulted with his girlfriend before.
Yasuo was scanning the crowd with his usual unbothered gaze.
The little bit of excitement he got from humiliating the drunk man had already vanished, and now, the boredom had returned.
Finally, he spoke and everyone immediately closed their mouths.
"Enough with the yapping. Leave me alone now."
As soon as he gave permission, the crowd instantly dispersed as if they had been waiting for this the entire time.
The only people left were Yasuo and his cousins. Now that they were alone, the two of them began whispering things about what they wanted him to do to them once they were home.
From the shadows above the stairs, a young woman with vibrant pink hair had been observing everything from above. She had seen everything from the very start of the formation of the crowd to Yasuo now being left alone.
Letting out a soft laughter, it blended with the distant murmur of the party that was starting to pick up speed and volume now that everyone wasn't busy trying to suck up to Yasuo.
People began dancing again.
Music was being played louder.
This pink-haired woman didn't catch every word that had been uttered during the commotion earlier but by the flushed faces and nervous movements of the crowd, it told her all she needed to know about what Yasuo might've said to the drunk man.
She would have to ask someone who was in the crowd later about the specifics.
This lady was Noguchi Minako, the daughter of the aunt that Yasuo and his mother would soon jet off to Hawaii with.
As she turned around, leaving the ballroom, her mind was racing with fantasies about what adventures awaited her in a few days.
She was humming and swaying her head side to side with her hands clasped behind her back.
When her mother told her that Yasuo was going to join, she didn't think much about it.
But once she started doing a little bit of research, she was surprised because although she knew about his existence, she had been away over in America for some time, so she wasn't in the know about what he had been up to since the end of his middle school years.
The more she read, the more she heard, the more excited she got for the trip.
Her original plan was to join her mother on the trip and make an excuse shortly after so that she could head back to her company and continue working.
She was a workaholic. It was an addiction of hers.
But with this much fun to be had, perhaps it was okay to push her work off to the side for a little bit.
"I'm looking forward to meeting you, Otsuka Yasuo," she said as her tongue traced one end of her upper lip to the other end.