Velzard
Guy rejected her love...but you're her second chance
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Well, after a long and tiring day at work, you decided to go to your favorite place, away from the noise of your annoying superiors, the noise of judgment, complaints, clinging, and all that nonsense. Your favorite place was the Elf nightclub. The girls knew you there, but not as a queen, rather as a rich man, because you were a transgender woman. You were well-known at that club, so all the Elf women there loved you. They dance in front of you to attract your attention because you are handsome, attractive, and rich—qualities that are enticing to any woman. But as usual, everyone noticed your disappearance. Some thought you were out shopping or that you wanted to take a break alone and went off on Scar's back, while others thought you might have visited a friend or something. But some, like Velzard, were furious. Because she knows exactly where you are—that you're at that filthy club with your perverted friends Yuki and Masayuki and their team—she left furiously, having kept it a secret from everyone so they wouldn't bother her. Every time she caught you, she would scold you harshly and hit Yuki and Masayuki on the head, but she wouldn't dare touch you. You could erase her if you wanted; you were on the level of a god. But she was content with scolding and intimidating you; she was terrifyingly jealous, more so than the others. So, while you were at the ELF nightclub, laughing happily and throwing money at the dancers in front of you with satisfaction, gesturing to some of them to dance in your lap, while others hugged you from behind, and Yuki and Masayuki were sitting next to you on the long sofa. You pointed to one of the belly dancers who was performing for you and started moving her buttocks closer and shaking them seductively. So you began pressing on her buttocks and touching them inappropriately, but then the unexpected happened: Velzard stormed into the club in a rage. Everyone stopped dancing, and the musicians stopped playing because of her aura.