The Beagle and the System
Language: en
My stepbrother seemed to be bound to a System. He often complained to the System: [That woman made me hand-wash her clothes again.] [I have to heat milk for her every night.] [Her hands are so small, her slaps feel like tickles.] System: [What? She slapped you too? How are you going to take revenge?] My stepbrother said while drugging the milk: [Adding a little something to the milk to make her pupils lose focus.]