Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

Suddenly, I felt a presence approach.

I didn’t bother raising my head. I was far too comfortable in my bubble of misanthropy to entertain more people. Maybe they’d take the hint and walk away. But instead—

Thud.

The bastard just sat down. Right beside me.

Uninvited.

And worse, he casually nudged my shoulder like we were long-lost pals in a feel-good reunion scene.

The nerve.

I side-eyed him with a glare sharp enough to cut through reinforced steel.

And then...

He smiled.

That cocky, teeth-showing, utterly punchable grin.