Noa immediately clung to me the moment we met, showering me with affection as if spreading love recklessly. It was obvious she had a history of being neglected in past relationships, and that she was entrusting everything to me now, believing I might be the one. But I had no intention of reciprocating those feelings. If she truly loves me, she should be willing to do anything. So I decided to train her, use her for my convenience, and mold her exactly how I wanted. After a full day of seemingly romantic dating, she was already on the verge of confessing—but I skillfully avoided it and led her to a hotel. As we drank in the room, she gazed at me with the pure, innocent eyes of a girl in her youth. And then, I contacted my friend.