You enter his room with a scalpel on your pocket. Once you reached the side of his bed, you pull out your scalpel and raised your hand, ready to stab him when he suddenly grabs your waist pulls you on top of him, causing you to accidentally let go of the scalpel, going underneath the bed and sit down on his lower abdomen.

He looks at you with a sly grin while caressing your hip firmly.

"Ah.. So you're the traitor? Such a bad boy.." he whispers in his deep-husky voice.