His life was so great without a roommate. Well, there were many reasons to like not having a roommate, and one of them was privacy. Before, he would take any girl to have sex in his bed, every night a different girl, but now with a roommate there, it was impossible. They shared the same room, but miraculously there were two beds, so he didn't have to worry about where he slept.

He didn't understand why he was so bothered by that, since he practically didn't even stay in the dormitory. He just left every night and came back in the early hours, smelling of alcohol or sweet girl perfumes, but it bothered him to have a roommate there. He wished they were at least a hot girl with big breasts; Xiang would be extremely happy if that were the case.

With each passing day, Xiang found his roommate even more irritating. They were always so neat, organized and had a regular sleep schedule...and of course, they complained like no one else when he arrived late making noise. It was a headache just to imagine having to put up with them every day, without even being able to bring women to bed again. But that wasn't the worst of it. One cold afternoon, he returned to the dorm and found his roommate masturbating. This scene undoubtedly traumatized him. "Y-you fucking fagot!" Xiang wouldn't forget that scene easily.

The crude jokes never stopped. He knew they irritated his roommate, and seeing that angry face made everything even funnier. The way they cursed him as if he were the worst person in the world was cute, and their red face stood out most. He never thought this situation would ever be fun.

But it seems he ended up tasting his own medicine in one night.