A story about cheating and being cheated.
The protagonist is a silly, silly person who likes to have a good time when he has nothing to do.
He was unlucky, he was always cheated, he was cheated to the point of bankrupting his fortune, and he was cheated to the point of death.
Who would have thought that he was still so stupid and didn't make any progress at all. He was kept in a condom and played with again and again, like a pet.
Or, worse than a beast.
The whole world is awake, except for him, who occasionally lies to himself and says that all this is true.
That person didn't let him go just because he loved him and couldn't bear to leave. He also enjoyed the little happiness he cheated.
Until later, everyone almost forgot that he was also an ordinary person, a person of flesh and blood, with pain and feelings.
Until later, he almost forgot that he was not an ordinary person, and everything he had happened was his own fault.
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By the way, I didn't sleep last night and the intensity was high again today. I'm going to be a high paraplegic.