Victoria replied, "What are you to me? Isn't it obvious? Of course, you're a loser, a worthless piece of trash! Calvin, look in the mirror and ask yourself—are you even a man?"

In an instant, Calvin exploded, his eyes blazing with fury. "Victoria, you're my woman! I don't care whether you ever truly liked me; you belong to me! Sure, I can't compare to Reginald, and I'm no match for Andrew either! But so what? You're still mine, and now, I'm gonna prove to you just how much of a man I am!"

Roaring like a madman, Calvin's eyes turned lewd as he stared at Victoria's pale neck and her chest with blatant desire. At the same time, he began unzipping his pants, ready to force himself on her.

Victoria stood tall and still, proud as a black swan, her chin lifted high. She did not flinch or resist, just letting him do as he pleased.

Inside the living room of the Peck residence, Calvin had his pants down to his knees. His lower body was fully exposed—pale, flabby, and pathetic. There was