Defile me, says the Villain chapter 16

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“Everyone, pay attention! As you may have noticed, we have a new transfer student in our fashion design department. Let me clarify: don’t assume he’s trash like you lot. This gentleman is the heir to the OL Group. He’s here to find a childhood friend he lost touch with.”

The professor banged a wooden pointer loudly against the lectern.

“Listen carefully. No harassment, no violence, no insults. You so much as touch a hair on Yeo Woohee, and no matter how influential your families are, you’ll end up as fish paste. Don’t even talk to him, you filthy little scumbags!”

He threatened the grumbling students, striking desks with the pointer.

The loud banging made them flinch in their seats.

After making his rounds to issue warnings to the troublemakers, the professor returned to the lectern and bowed obsequiously to Yeo Woohee.

“Master Woohee, if you experience any discomfort at all, please let us know. Our university is here to fully support you. It is our honor to have you with us.”

“Please don’t go so far, Professor. Just treat me like an ordinary student,” Woohee replied modestly, hands folded neatly.

But the professor waved him off, refusing to treat someone of Woohee’s stature casually.

Clearly, Yeo Chairman had thrown quite a bit of weight around to make this happen.

The professor’s excessive favoritism was sure to make Woohee a target for bullying—an unexpected stroke of luck.

‘Do they really think the students here, a bunch of so-called “trash,” would back down because of some petty warning?’

“Take the front seat. Hey, you, get up. Out! Move it!”

The professor forced a student from their spot in the middle of the front row.

Woohee, visibly uncomfortable, lowered his head and sat down.

‘Just how much money was shoved into the professor’s mouth to make him act like this?’

After the fashion design theory lecture, Woohee moved to another classroom for his fashion marketing course. The professor there bowed deeply upon entering.

“Good day, Master Woohee. I’m Lee Hyejun, and I’ll be teaching this class. I assure you I’ll do my utmost to provide the best possible instruction. Campus security will escort you to and from every lecture, so please don’t worry.”

Students in the room stole glances at Woohee, whispering among themselves.

“If you mess with him, you’re totally screwed. The professors are all high on something.”

“How loaded is his family to get this kind of treatment?”

“OL Group, obviously. Number one in the industry. Plus, his grandfather is a former National Assembly member—Yeo Bongjun.”

“Damn, there goes my plan to hit on him.”

“Idiot, try that, and you’ll end up dragged off by the National Intelligence Service.”

Under the desk, Woohee clenched his fists.

‘This isn’t the school life I imagined at all.’

The professor reprimanded a noisy student, telling them to shut up and sleep if they weren’t going to pay attention.

Clearly, even the faculty had no expectations of these students.

‘No way. Why are these trashy idiots so spineless? Risk it all and harass me, damn it! Do they have any idea how rare it is to meet someone as stunning as me?’

Inwardly cursing his father for ruining his school life, Woohee resolved to fix it himself.

He had transferred to this cesspool of a school hoping for the classic scenarios: being dragged to the bathroom, cornered on the rooftop, or beaten up in a secluded part of campus.

When his break finally came, Woohee noticed familiar faces among the campus security guards stationed outside his lecture hall.

‘Wait. Aren’t those the same guys who guard our house?’

Though dressed in university security uniforms, they were clearly the martial arts-trained alphas from his family estate, carrying batons at their waists.

‘What am I, some kind of assassination target? This is overkill!’

Regretting his decision to leave his previous school, Woohee decided to take matters into his own hands.

“Master Woohee, we’ll escort you.”

“Let’s go.”

The burly alphas drew their batons, intimidating students in the hallway.

“Stay back! Move away!”

Frightened students parted like the Red Sea. Woohee sighed deeply.

“Stop it, please. I’m just here to study. Do you realize how much inconvenience you’re causing the other students?”

“But Master Woohee, your mother is concerned.”

“Everyone knows I’m here by now. Just leave.”

Tears brimming, Woohee looked up at the guards.

‘Go home, please. I just want to make some memories at school.’

When the security team leader hesitated, saying he’d check with the chairman, Woohee grabbed the phone and spoke directly to his father.

“Dad, this is too much. Please send the guards back.”

“Woohee, your mother is really worried. Can’t you endure this for a while? This school is much more dangerous than you think.”

“This is a university, not a war zone. And don’t forget—I’m a dominant alpha. I can protect myself.”

If the bodyguards kept watching him, not only would the trashy people be unable to adore him, but he wouldn’t even be able to rummage through Omegas’ bags to steal suppressants.

Yeo Woohee desperately tried to convince Chairman Yeo.

“Nothing’s going to happen at school. How am I supposed to make friends with things like this? Dad, do you want me to end up being a loner?”

“…A loner? Who would dare bully my son? If anything, you’d be the one bullying others.”

Chairman Yeo, caught off guard, hesitated in his response.

With a heavy sigh, Yeo Woohee wrapped up the call, declaring that he was sending the bodyguards away.

The head of the security team, looking worried, handed back the phone and gazed down at him with concern.

“Young Master, are you really sure about this?”

“I’m sure. Just go.”

Leaving them behind, Woohee quickly ran down the hallway.

“Where are you going now? Please return to the classroom—it’s dangerous!”

“I’m just going to the bathroom, okay?”

“Young Master, don’t run! You might fall.”

Ah, this f*ing overprotection!

It seemed like they had given up since they weren’t following him anymore.

Reaching the end of the hallway, he caught his breath and glanced inside the restroom, curious about how much trash had accumulated there.

Unlike Cheongha University, the underground university didn’t have separate restrooms for Alphas and Omegas.

This setup made it an ideal place for Omegas to get lynched.

With a heart pounding nervously, he looked around the piss-stinking restroom.

A group of delinquent Alphas, who were peeing with their pants down at the urinals, turned their gaze to him while holding cigarettes in their mouths.

“Wow, damn. That’s seriously hot.”

“Who’s the new face here?”

They casually spit their cigarettes onto the filthy bathroom floor and smirked as they walked toward Woohee.

Pretending to be frightened, Woohee trembled and took hesitant steps back.

“Hey, cutie. Do you know where you are? Did you crawl in here because you wanted a shower of Alpha jizz?”

“I-I’m sorry. I thought this was just a restroom.”

“This isn’t a restroom, sweetheart. It’s a jizz station.”

This was it!

A brilliant wordsmith’s hand, reeking of who-knows-what, caressed Woohee’s cheek.

Woohee turned his head to avoid the touch, his slender neck and prominent sternocleidomastoid muscles revealed through the collar of his dress shirt.

Just as one of the guys, still holding his filthy dick, was about to smear it on Woohee, there was a loud bang as someone kicked the stall door.

“What the hell? Who’s there?”