My — Bully Tries To Corrupt My Mother Yuna Introv Portable

Kai moves closer, voice silk over steel. He talks about opportunity—favor for protection, a minor lie here, a small omission there—gradations of moral compromise presented like harmless trades. He praises convenience, promising to make problems vanish if Yuna just helps him in one small way. The rain patters; her fingers tighten around the strap. He produces, with practiced lightness, a photograph or a name—something personal—to tilt the scale, testing whether her introversion will keep her silent or make her pliant.