The campus shopping mall was bustling with activity. Bright-eyed freshmen waited in densely-packed lines to get into stores, despite the fact that you could order anything through a shopping app. It was something of a ritual; the new start meant new friends, new lives - the excitement of it all swept them up and swallowed them, making them more willing to turn a blind eye to convenience. Most sophomores had already gotten used to it; been there, done<em>that</em>, and did most of their shopping from the comforts of their homes while wearing pyjamas and eating ice cream. The sights and sounds of the almost festive environment would have brought sparks to Min Jung's eyes; she loved to shop. Back at home in Korea, she had VIP status with almost all of the big department stores. This place would have been like a dream come true.<br/><br/>Min Jung wandered through the crowds of people with a lifeless expression. Her brown eyes were glazed over; two uninspired brown globes that may as well have been made from wood. She glanced down at her phone and waded through a few more crowds, glaring at the app navigating her to her pinned store. The taste of Randy's cum was still fresh on her tongue and lips. She could still feel the heat and girth of his cock in her mouth, as though there was a phantom of his cock still filling up her little throat. Min Jung clenched her fist, threatening to break her phone if she was any stronger. But she wasn't. It was because she was weak that her school life had ended up as a nightmare.<br/><br/>She gazed into a nearby storefront at her own reflection. Her face was pale and bland, without any makeup to bring life to it. Bags appeared under her eyes and her skin looked dry to the touch. Even her clothes had been haphazardly thrown on, ruffled and creased as though they hadn't been washed in weeks. Min Jung choked back a tear upon seeing her sorry state. She wanted to go back home. But not until she had gotten justice. There had to have been a reason this had happened to her. The young Korean refused to believe that this was just a random act that could have happened to anyone - that she was just another number or statistic without any importance. No, she had been chosen for some purpose. She was meant to bring these guys to justice.<br/><br/>These thoughts stormed around in her mind as she glared at the sad array of self-defense items. She could only afford one of them at that. Her entire body froze as she felt a hand grab her ass. Unpleasant thoughts surged to the forefront of her memory like piranhas smelling blood, causing her knees to tremble. Min Jung clenched the shelf and held on for dear life, not wanting to collapse. She didn't want to be on her knees against her will; not again. She could only endure as the man behind her let his hands wander over her body, feeling her up like she was his property. It only solidified her resolve. Min Jung grit her teeth. It had to be her. She was being chosen, tested even, by something she didn't understand. If she wanted to win, she needed a weapon that she could wield. Her gaze fell onto the items in front of her. They wouldn't help - from her experiences, she had a weapon that was far more valuable than these things.<br/><br/>Min Jung turned and met her would-be attacker's gaze, leaning her body into him. She grabbed one of his wrists and guided his rough hands underneath her hoodie, placing it on her lacy bra and letting him have a squeeze of her ample tit.<br/><br/>'Yes I think so,' she replied, her eyes flickering. Min Jung forced her lips into a smile. 'You look a lot strong,' she continued, struggling to find the words without her translator.