The young master was one of the most formidable figures at the elite academy. Sure, he was spoiled, arrogant, stupid, and cruel, but this was an elite academy, and the people around him had always been open to anything and everything.
They'd tried everything, highbrow and lowbrow, and the young master gradually grew bored of this life...
Until his family went bankrupt.
Overnight, the phoenix in the treetops became a sparrow in the mud. No, not quite. At least his beauty remained untouched. He was an adorable little canary.
After he offended someone, the young master was singled out, and from then on, everyone made him their target.
Looking at that beautiful face, all bluster and no bite, everyone felt a stir in their hearts.
Unable to bear other people's strange looks or being touched, he curled up in a cheap rental and shouted curses at the bare walls: Drop dead, drop dead, all of you drop dead!
A month later, the young master returned.
To everyone's ill-intentioned speculation, he was even more beautiful, like a real swan.
More people crowded around him. The sons of the upper crust, the handsome commoner student, everyone wanted to spend time with him.
And the young master? He accepted all the attention people with ulterior motives offered him.
Just when everyone thought he'd finally come to terms with reality and was preparing to give himself to someone, the student council president draped an arm over his shoulder.
Some people gave them knowing looks. Others wore expressions of resentment.
The president was a top-tier rich kid with an incredibly powerful family. The young master had latched onto a mountain of gold.
The young master lowered his lashes, but what he was thinking was:
"Everyone deserves to die. This guy dies first."
#It takes a villain to tame a villain
*The young master is rotten to the core, but undeniably beautiful.
Not one-on-one
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