Deflower 128

“Ugh, I’m sick of this.”

Bliss abruptly threw away the sponge he had been using to scrub the long bench. The ambitious vow he’d made—‘I’ve been slacking off, so I should finish cleaning diligently’—collapsed in less than thirty minutes. After scrubbing just one bench, Bliss was completely worn out and declared his surrender without a hint of regret in front of the second one.

Who cared? It was already piled high with dust anyway.