Damien's eyes widened the moment he heard those words, and his gaze immediately snapped back towards the boy.

'A disgusting cow… you called her a disgusting cow?!' he thought, turning back towards Sophie.

He wasn't actually looking at her face though, but instead the two huge mountains on her chest.

Ohh what he would give to hug and bury his face into those humongous flesh bags.

But this idiot in front of him actually rejected her offer for hug him, even going as far as to insult her instead!

Sophie's brows twitched, and she slowly put her hands back down.

A downcast expression appeared on her face, clearly hurt by the words said by Pug.

She felt extremely embarrassed, especially since they were in front of Damien, who now worked in her shop.

This wasn't the kind of impression she wanted to leave on her employee the first day they met.

She had hoped Pug would at least act normally, and not throw childish tantrums like he usually did.

"Pug… that's not the right way to talk to your mother." she said, still trying to keep a warm smile on her face despite the heavy pang in her chest.

However, Pug simply scoffed again, eyeing the woman from head to toe before snorting even louder than before.

"Was that a lie though? I mean, father's going to replace you soon anyway… since you're just too useless!" he shouted, stomping one of his fat foot on the ground.

Damien's eyes turned cold at that moment, and before he knew it, his hands shot out, grabbing the latter's arm.

Pug grunted, trying to shrug Damien's hold.

But to his surprise, he found out that he couldn't move at all, almost as if his whole body had been frozen from that one hold.

'What… how is he so strong?' he thought, frowning as he stared at Damien's face.

Suddenly, a familiar face popped up in his mind, and his eyes slowly widened in realisation.

The image of the old Damien he knew and the person in front of him kept overlapping, until he saw the resemblance between them.

"Wait… D-Damien… is that you?" he asked, his voice shaking like he was about to pee on himself.

"Yes." Damien replied, forcing a slight smile on his face. "You shouldn't talk to her like that… she's your mother."

Though he said that, in his mind he was burning with fury.

It was taking almost every bit of control within him to resist smashing Pug's face into a pulp.

The more he stared at him, the more he also saw how much Pug looked like a fat pig.

It also made him realize how much the name 'Pug' fitted him, since it was actually the closest thing there could be to 'Pig'.

Even though he was only about a year older than Pug, the different between their appearance and maturity was so far apart that it was hard to believe.

Even the old Damien looked and acted a lot better compared to this trash of a human being.

However, Pug suddenly chuckled, scoffing in mockery.

He was trying to act tough before Damien, but his face kept dripping buckets.

He didn't know why, but he felt chills running down his spine, like any little mistake he made could lead to his death.

But then, how would he listen to such useless signs?

The person before him was only Damien, the trash who used to clean the toilets at Brad's house.

There was nothing to fear, if anything, he felt ashamed that he even for a moment felt fear towards trash like Damien.

His appearance might have changed, but he was still trash that could never amount to anything.

He had also lost his job at the chief's house, making him even trashier than he was before in the eyes of the fat boy.

"Ohh… and who are you to talk to me like that huh? You… loser." he said, hissing loudly.

Damien's eyes narrowed, and the frown on his face grew slightly deeper.

"L-leave him alone… it's okay, he's just… joking around. That's how he… likes to j-joke." Sophie said, her voice cracking even as she spoke.

Damien exhaled, finally freeing Pug's hand.

Pug immediately jerked his hand away, but ended up falling flat on his buttocks on the ground.

His eyes teared up, and he pouted his huge mouth angrily at Damien, inwardly blaming him for his fall.

His gaze snapped angrily at Sophie, and he clicked his fingers, slowly standing up on his feet.

"Don't worry… I'll make sure Dad chases you useless, fat cow out of the house. Then by then… you'll know your place!" he shouted.

He then stomped his feet on the ground a few times, before storming out of the shop in anger, slamming the door shut behind him.

Sophie stared at the door for a few seconds, before turning back to Damien.

"I'm… sorry you had to… see t-that… it's—" she stuttered, but could barely finish her words before tears started pooling in her eyes.

Damien's heart shook at this, and he slowly moved closer to her.

She slowly sobbed, putting a hand over her face in a bid to hide her tears from Damien.

"You don't need to cry…" he said, his words oddly soothing and comforting to her ears.

She slowly turned towards him, tears running down her beautiful face.

Her eyes were already red, and her body slowly shook as she sobbed even more.

"B-but…" she tried to speak again, but her words only ended with her sobbing even more.

Damien used this opportunity to move even closer to her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

His touch felt even more comforting to Sophie, and before she knew, she rested her head against his chest, sobbing softly.

Damien's hand moved from her shoulder down to her back, gently pulling her into a hug.

Her huge boobs mashed against his chest like a pair of marshmallows, and from the sensation, Damien could tell her breasts were hanging free within her cloths.

He slowly pulled her into a tighter hug, making sure he could relish in the feeling of those huge breasts pressing against his chest.

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