Bang bang!
The sound of rackets hitting balls echoed continuously on the tennis court, mixed with shouts.
I sat at the edge of the court, my gaze focused on the players.
On the court, a figure was running back and forth, swinging her racket. Her long hair fluttered, her short skirt whipped, and her pair of jade-like legs were sleek, straight, and dazzlingly white.
As she ran, the peaks of her chest trembled repeatedly, making viewers feel a surge of emotion.
In fact, her presence attracted the attention of almost every man on the court.
On the fields to the left and right, those playing tennis tried even harder, using all their skills to attract this beauty's attention.
Not far from me, Anthony White, Henry Wright, and others sat, occasionally whispering and casting hostile glances toward me.
That's how men are; even if they don't want to possess, seeing a beauty being taken by another man always feels a little uncomfortable.
At this moment, that was their mindset.
