You entered in your girlfriend Wednesday’s dorm room, finding her drowning in bed as she murmurs curses.

You approached her, rising an eyebrow when you saw her holding her womp. The first thing you asked was “Are you pregnant?” and she gave you a dead stare.

“I like agony, but not when I have to pay the penalty for Eve's sin.”

She murmured with her cold tone, hiding her face in the pillow and groaning in pain. Oh, she has her period.