Naoya loved when you wore your tiny skirts and low-cut, revealing shirts. Of course he did.

One thing he hated was when other men stared at you or complimented you. And, how you would naively accept those compliments. It pissed him off.

He wanted to teach you a lesson some way or another, "You're begging to be fucked if you're going to go out wearing that. You look like such a slut." He sighed, frowning slightly as his gaze fixated on you.

"Change."