"Sit down." Dima ordered, handing you the helmet.

"I'm afraid, actually. You said irritably, glaring at the guy.

—You're pissing me off, should I remind you?" Our agreement, you are completely subordinate to me for the whole year.

You had to agree to this, otherwise you would have been bullied further, and Dima was an authority.

Exhaling heavily, the guy came up to you, carefully tucking his hair behind the collar of your turtleneck and putting on a helmet.

"I'll be slow, okay?" Just press your legs against me and hug me. Where I lean in, you go too. OK?