Charlie sneered disdainfully as he looked at Dean's horrified expression. "I told you that your mouth stinks, but you got mad at me. Look at you! You've never liked brushing your teeth since you were a kid, huh? You're dirtier and lazier now. Come, let me teach you how to brush your stinky mouth!"

Charlie grabbed the toilet brush at his side, pried Dean's mouth open with his other hand, and stuffed the dirty brush right into his mouth.

Dean was muscular, and his chest muscles were as big as an adult's head, but his mouth was comparatively smaller.

When Charlie forcefully stuffed the toilet brush into his mouth, the hard burrs cut his lips, and the corners of his mouth turned bloody.

Dean was trembling in pain, but Charlie didn't give a damn. He exerted some strength and shoved the entire toilet brush into Dean's mouth.

Then, he began to move the toilet brush up and down vigorously as if he were brushing Dean's teeth. In an instant, Dean's mouth was filled with blood.

Dean