Putting the Third-Rate Villains Through the Wash

“Miss Kaitlyn! Paw!”

“······.”

“Paw!”

“Fuck···.”

“Tsk, do you want to be expelled?”

“······.”

Kaitlyn's expression was thoroughly miserable.

Through her fallen hair, I could see her trembling golden eyes.

Perhaps it was because the heat had built up. The girl's naturally healthy copper-colored cheeks had deepened with a flush, as though their saturation had increased.

“Paw!”...