It was too late. The whip was out and his poor beautiful face was struck, his voice now pounding out a painful screech. The poor male grabbed quickly at his own face and fell to his knees, clutching in pure agony. Dear god what was this.
“… You bastar–… Keiichi?!”
“Well what a surprise, it’s Mattsun!” Kei chirped happily, disregarding the fact that he had just whipped his best friend’s face.
“What brings you to my dorm, Mattsun? Actually, I didn’t know you went to this university in the first place! It must be fate for friends to be together!”












