Sometimes, Lucien felt he had overestimated this man. It made perfect sense, though; he considered absolutely none of the male leads from this system to be decent. At first, he actually thought the man was somewhat humane and knew how to take care of a lover. Who would have expected that a simple cleaning session would ultimately turn into another wild frenzy.
Lucien's clothes were wrinkled beyond recognition, stained with sticky fluids that reeked heavily of sex. Lucien curled up on the bed, his eyes blurred with a misty haze, yet he still twisted his waist and complained in a soft, limp voice, "Your bed is far too uncomfortable. My waist hurts."
