Neurolink System in the Modern World

'You haven't changed at all. You're still the bitch I remembered' I chuckled to myself as I eavesdropped on their conversation.

Just seeing how Chung Ae wanted to try her luck with me made me almost laugh.

They were all thinking about things like winning me over and how great it would be to date me, without even knowing that I'm here to make their lives miserable.

Oh, how satisfying it would be to witness their expressions when they realize I'm the person they used to bully. To see that I'm the same guy she lied to and embarrassed in middle school?

'I'll play with her for a bit,' I muttered to myself as I waited for her to approach me.

My next plan would start later at night, so I still had a lot of time before the main event. Having some fun with my supposed ex-girlfriend would be a good appetizer.

I pretended not to notice and continue to sip my coffee.

"Hello, Mr. Zyn," Chung Ae's voice echoed behind me.

"Zyn will do," I made sure to flash her the best smile I could muster.

She acted shy and embarrassed , trying to pull off the innocent act, but I knew she was just playing "Shy Type 101."

'What a pitiful attempt to win me over! Does she think I'm a certified "simp" for girls who can pull off puppy-dog eyes and a halo? Nice try, but your face and figure was not made for that. ' I thought to myself.

"Zyn..." She uttered my nickname with exaggerated expression, as if she were playing the lead in a romantic anime, making a big deal out of a guy she liked calling her by her first name.

'This girl should seriously consider enrolling in some acting classes,' I thought to myself, trying not to burst out laughing at her over-the-top performance. But hey, I decided to play along and see where this drama end.

"What is it, Miss Chung?" I called her by her last name, sounding firm and professional.

"No, Mr. Zyn. I mean, Zyn, you can just call me Ae," she acted flustered, as if we were suddenly in a formal business meeting. This was getting more entertaining by the second!

"Alright, what is it, Ae?" I asked using the same firm tone as before. She started blushing and tried to avoid eye contact with me, continuing with the act like a champ.

'I can't believe I fell for this act before. I was dumb as hell back in middle school,' I could not help but insult my past self for liking this woman.

"Can I join you here? Or are you busy?" she asked, attempting to be respectful and considerate.

"Yeah, I'm busy trying to think of ways to kill you. How do you want to die? Do you want me to bury you alive or drown you?" I asked her … In my imagination, of course .

In reality, I nodded to her and gestured for her to sit right beside me.

Just seeing her face was enough to trigger my memory of her past deeds. I felt an urge to torture her, but then I realized revenge was best served cold.

I might seem a bit petty for having these vengeful thoughts about a girl who once broke my heart, but who cares? She broke my heart, so I was ready to break her life... in a very painful way, of course.

I figured that was a fair exchange for the emotional damaged she put me through. And this should also teach her not to mess with a man's fragile heart.

"Zyn..." She started chatting with me , trying to make things less awkward by spouting things about herself .

She even emphasized that she don't usually date men because they tend to just want her for her body.

What a liar! She's the type of girl who juggles multiple partners simultaneously. She's trying to paint herself as a traditional woman just because she's wanted to impress me .

'I bet I'd find a "Extensively Used" tag prominently displayed the moment I see her pussy' I chuckled inwardly.

Being the gentleman that I am, I refrained from calling her out on her blatant lies and simply allowed her to waste her time and saliva talking about a woman who was in no way her.

I even pretended to be interested in the bunch of nonsense she was spouting, and I could tell that she was beginning to see a glimmer of hope. Oh, the lengths she was ready go to in the name of "Gold Digging"

"How about you, Zyn? What do you like in a girl?" She asked me, her eyes filled with curiosity, as if we were starring in a rom-com talk show. Time to keep the show rolling. I guess ?

I began to contemplate for a moment, trying to keep a straight face.

I don't really have a specific type. I'm so horny that as long as a girl was above 6 out of 10, I'd probably smash her.

But if I were backed into a corner with no other options, say, if I were left with only one girl, then I'd probably pick someone like Ayumi. She's adorable and cute.

Plus, she looks perpetually young, so I wouldn't have to worry about her aging. I mean, Asians with good genes seem to stay the same from 15 to 30, from 30 to 50, and then they just magically turn old after hitting 60.

"Oh, that's a good question," I replied with a mischievous grin, my lips curving as I tried to make my answer sound more mysterious.

"If I had to choose based on appearance, I'd say someone like...." I took a breather, relishing in the dramatic pause. "Raeya,"

"RAEYA!!!" She exclaimed, clearly taken aback by my unexpected response.

"You got me . I'm actually interested in her. By the way, maybe you could help me get to know her better?" I chuckled, acting as if I were genuinely curious about her friend.

"I....I will try." She stammered .

I could tell that she was really furious without even using my skills.

Maintaining a straight face right now was a challenge. Just seeing her flustered face made me want to burst into laughter. She must have thought I was interested in her, but now I was using her as a bridge instead. That was a huge blow to her ego.

'Idiot,'