The air was chillingly cold, the kind of night air that sends shivers down your spine and makes you feel like death is just around the corner.
Two people, each representing one side of the same coin, locked eyes in a tense standoff.
One wore a sinister smile, while the other displayed a mix of fear, bewilderment, and something more—something like anger.
Kaisen completely understood the anger.
If he had been the one humiliated with spit and cum, he too would want to crawl into a hole and never come out again.
The funny thing was, Kaisen had honestly expected this guy to be a mini-boss.
Like in those novels and games where one of your friends betrays you, you fight and defeat him but don't kill him, and then later, he reappears as a mini-boss because the main boss sees potential in him.
Yeah, that kind of cliché. He really thought that was the case, but this was just... anticlimactic.