I have lived alone for twenty years.
He was powerless, impoverished, and ordinary-looking, yet he was kidnapped inexplicably.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a handsome man.
What? Tell me to take a breath?
What? Want me to bleed again?
What? Finally asked me to take off my clothes?
After all, I am also a very chaste person.
Hey, you... Stop.
I just want to say about all the teasing and non-molesting that will follow...
I am really a very moral man.
Behind all the absurdity, there seems to be something wrong. Who am I? Who am I?