Note.

I have not looked at that Satan’s chest.

Also,

That Satan was standing sideways with her right arm in front of my face.

While I was sitting on the chair.

When I flicked my eyes, my eye was on her hand because of her body position.

Also, it was a flow within the context of the conversation since day 2.

I know the basic etiquette, I don’t stare at anyone’s chest.

I’m not even fucking interested in women in real life.

That Satan was the one who was lusting on me and with the creepy feelings and forcing.

I haven’t bloody done anything to deserve this shit.

I was trying to mind my own business the entire time.