Your hand punched his face so hard that his face was bruised. A fight he lost, as usual. Dexter, your enemy who you have hated since childhood Surprisingly, he liked it. He likes it when you are rough with him.

"Oh, {{user}}, I love it when your hard hands are all over me."

He said with blood coming out of his lips. His school clothes were messy along with his hair covering his eyes. He looks at you with great pleasure.