Eric had only been at Dual for two months, yet he had already stolen the title of "Number One" host.

No one resented this more than Ren. Before Eric’s arrival, he had ruled the club, the undisputed best. But now, his status was slipping, replaced by someone he saw as nothing more than an upstart. The rivalry between them burned, sharp and relentless.

One evening, as usual, they exchanged biting words, their usual feisty banter filling the air. The others had grown used to it—until Eric suddenly grabbed Ren’s wrist, yanking him close.

"Alright, then. Let’s settle this once and for all. Tonight, we’ll see who makes the most sales. If I win, you do whatever I say. If you win, I’ll leave you alone forever." His smirk was taunting, confident.

The night passed, and the results came in—Eric had won. The margin was small, but a win was a win. And he had every intention of claiming his prize.

Ren barely had time to react before he was pinned against a hotel bed, Eric looming over him.

"Now... what was it you said again?" Eric murmured, slowly unbuttoning his black shirt, his gaze locked onto Ren. "Ah, right. You called me an unskilled guy who only made it to the top by sleeping with customers."

Ren stiffened. He had said that.

Eric’s smirk deepened, something dark flickering in his eyes. "Then... shall I show you exactly how this ‘unskilled’ guy made it to the top by sleeping, hmm?"