Eiishi continued to give Haruki a hard time.
He had kept giving flicks on the younger one for all the anger that his parents' favorite had made him go through life.
To make matters worse, the driver clearly pretended not to see what was happening. And it seemed that his car had no engine to pass the minimum speed allowed in traffic.
The singer's mind wandered to Saito, the Master, and his harem of submissives.
The most dedicated slave was a player, an athlete! The singer connected the dots in his mind because he entered the otome with this stereotype. Saito hunted athletes to dominate and submit. The climber was a predator and Haruki had been his prey.
"Grr!" The singer could not accept being so foolish, so blind! It wasn't about him, but about his perceived archetype!
'Man, it wasn't even for lack of clues... You slept next to him. You saw him wake up ready to kill you. You knew the danger. ' the singer blamed himself mentally.
