Biased Affection

I picked up a little deaf boy. The system told me he was a villain and that I should get rid of him quickly. The boy cried on the spot. Pitifully tugging at the corner of my clothes, he was extremely aggrieved.

‘Brother, don’t leave me, I’ll be good. Please, you can do whatever you want with me.’

Looking at the boy’s beautiful little face, I swallowed hard and agreed.

But later, he pressed me against the window and bullied me again and again. Tears flowed uncontrollably down my face. I begged him to let me go.

He, however, pulled off his hearing aid with a seductive smile.

‘What? Not enough? Brother, you’re so greedy. Baby, be good, open your mouth. Let me teach you how to kiss.’