When Old Beast runs into Bad News, it’s not love; it’s karmic dues. A certain bottom encountered two scum tops in a row, one worse than another. Ex-ex-boyfriend had a pair of slender peach blossom eyes and was a master at getting around. In the month they were together, there were twenty-seven days of cheating. Yup. In February. Of a common year. Ex-boyfriend was a 190cm, big-dicked, looks-chasing male chauvinist. After they slept 18000 times, he pulled up his pants and said, “To tell you the truth, I have a virgin complex.” Before leaving, he even tossed out, “Oh, right, too much c*m makes poison, you be careful now.” The bottom cried his eyes swollen. Slapping the bed with gritted teeth, he decided to get revenge. Hence, he used ex-ex-boyfriend’s photo to seduce ex-boyfriend on social media, exchanging nudes and flirting aggressively every day. Ex-boyfriend sent the bottom polite invites to come do it 108 times and was blown off by him 108 times. Lying alone on a huge double bed in a hotel, as he jerked himself off lonesomely, ex-boyfriend gritted his molars and seethed, “One day. One day, I’ll do you.” Then, one day, the two tops ran into each other in a bar.