I Became a Clubhouse Boss After Dropping Out

Dignity? Morality? My future? I can give them all up. The only thing I want is to accompany you through hell and back.

Money, power, status: I love them all. The only thing I don’t love is you.

My career, health, even my life are all in my hands, yet none of them can buy my sincerity.

I’m cunning, cruel, and depressed. I’m a scumbag who disgusts even myself. What have I done to deserve your devoted love?