“Since you hate conventional people, I assume you’d hate a conventional interview as well.”
Clara gave an ambiguous smile. It seemed appropriate to at least hear him out. Considering the effort he’d made to come here, and seeing the excessively serious expression on his face.
At that moment, she heard an odd sound.
Click, clack—sharp, crisp noises. It sounded almost like…
“What are you doing right now?”
Despite Clara’s bewildered voice, Dylan didn’t stop his movements.
The way he unbuckled his belt was strangely sensual. It was all thanks to the man’s overwhelming physique, the prominent veins bulging on the back of his hands, and his gray eyes that narrowed and curved.
His expressionless face bloomed radiantly with just one eye-smile. His eyes, gleaming with amusement, were practically glowing.
“It’s an interview, isn’t it? To get selected, one should naturally show what they’re best at, shouldn’t they?”
The man was now attempting to unbutton his pants. Was that what he was confident about?
“N-no… No matter what, you can’t just take off your clothes here! If strange rumors spread… Gasp!”
“This is what I’m most confident about.”
Dylan proudly displayed his intimate and precious part with a smile.
“How about you taste it first, then decide whether to keep it or throw it away? It’s still brand new.”
It was a strangely self-satisfied smile.
