Deflower 143

“You cowardly bastard!”

Unable to contain his rage, Bliss hurled his pillow across the room. He breathed heavily, his shoulders heaving, but his mood remained foul. He chased after the pillow thrown on the floor and stomped on it repeatedly, spitting out the words he hadn't been able to say earlier.

“I even! Touched his thighs! On purpose! How dare he! Reject me! Until the very end?!”