“You… what are you trying to do?”

Clarie bit her lower lip, her cheek swollen from the two slaps I gave her, and there were tears welling up in her eyes. She looked just like a delicate flower in the rain. I don’t know why but seeing her like this made me want to tear off the mask she was wearing, to strip her of any chance of pretending.

I think I’ve become addicted to hitting her today. I just want to slap her again!

With a sharp motion, I slapped her twice as much. Clarie hadn’t expected me to do this, and for a moment, she just froze in...