Author: Momo Chan

I came back to the dorm after a grueling gym session, sweating buckets. I just wanted to turn on my small desk fan to cool down. But my roommate, Lana, suddenly rushed over, smashing her hand down on the fan and screaming: “If you turn that on one more time, you’re going to use up our entire monthly electricity allowance and the subsidy from the school!” I was stunned. Before I could even react, she whipped out a calculator and started crunching numbers with aggressive speed. “You have two phones (20W each), a portable charger (18W), an electric kettle (800W), and a hair dryer (1200W).” “You charge your phones twice a day, 0.04 kWh each time; the power bank once a week, 0.05 kWh; the kettle once a day, 0.2 kWh; the hair dryer three times a day, 0.2 kWh each…” “At 15 cents per kilowatt-hour, you’ve used an extra 25 kWh this month. You owe me and Sarah $2.50!” 1 “So pay up!” “Otherwise, before this month ends, you are not allowed to use any electrical appliances in this dorm.” Lana pulled up her Venmo QR code and shoved it rudely in my face. My head was buzzing. I hadn’t recovered from the shock of her outburst. I’ve lived for eighteen years, and never did I imagine such a bizarre roommate situation would fall on my head. At the beginning of the semester, to make our dorm life more convenient, I bought a few small appliances online: a hair dryer, an electric hot pot, and a kettle. Back then, Lana was chatting with the girls next door. Seeing me unpack so many packages, she immediately ran over, questioning me aggressively: “Quinn, why did you buy so much stuff behind our backs?” Lana’s face was twisted. She looked like she wanted to swallow me whole. I was startled and looked at her blankly. “What’s wrong?” Our university is quite liberal. The dorms are pre-equipped with microwaves and mini-fridges. A hair dryer, a hot pot, and a kettle shouldn’t be an issue. I didn’t understand why she was overreacting. Lana didn’t answer. She stared at me silently for a long time. Then she went back to her desk and grabbed a notebook and a calculator. “What is the wattage of these appliances? I need to make a record.” At the time, I naively thought she was worried about fire safety or tripping the circuit breaker. So, I honestly handed her the manuals and said: “Don’t worry.” “The wattage of these appliances complies with the dorm’s safety regulations. There won’t be any problems.” I never expected that she was preparing for this day. Seeing that I hadn’t responded for a while, Lana frowned and urged impatiently: “What? Quinn, you usually act like you’re so rich. Are you trying to welch on a debt now?” 2 I didn’t answer her immediately. I looked up at my other roommate, Sarah, and asked: “Do you also support her method of calculating the electricity bill?” Lana was petty; she could make a mountain out of a molehill. That wasn’t surprising. But I never thought this calculation would include me. Obviously, Sarah had chosen to be on Lana’s boat. She bit her lip, avoiding my gaze, and said with a heavy heart: “Quinn, I think what Lana is doing is understandable.” “After all, both of us are on financial aid. Naturally, we have to calculate everything carefully and stretch every dollar.” “You’re not short on money, so don’t take advantage of us, okay?” Her tone was gentle and considerate. But underneath, it was pure moral kidnapping. I laughed out of extreme anger. Did they think I was stupid or just a pushover? I wasn’t going to be their ATM. “Alright, if that’s the case, let’s break everything down clearly.” “You said I use the kettle once a day? That’s because, Sarah, you like to drink that detox tea every night. That usage should be on your tab.” “On top of that, there’s a rental fee. Let’s call it a dollar per use.” Sarah’s face went stiff. She didn’t expect me to go after her first. After all, I had always defended her in the past. Ignoring her pitiful, pleading look, I continued logically: “And the hair dryer. Usually, because we’re roommates, I let you use it for free.” “Now, based on the standard of a laundromat dryer or a salon, you each owe me $10 for usage.” “In summary, Lana and Sarah, you owe me $10 and $15 respectively.” I calculated their debts in seconds, then flashed my own Venmo code. “Pay up.” “Once you pay what you owe me, we can talk about my electricity bill.” 3 But this time. The two who were just shouting at me fell silent one after another. I didn’t give an inch, returning Lana’s sarcastic words right back to her. “What? Trying to welch on the debt?” “Money is money. Just because you’re on financial aid, you think we can just let this slide?” “People need to have integrity.” It was like a slap in the face for both of them. Their faces turned green and then white. Lana roared in frustration: “Quinn, do you have to be so aggressive?” Sarah nodded along. “Yeah, Quinn.” “We were discussing this nicely, but you’re being so petty.” “Can you still expect us to cooperate with you on the group project?” The group project Sarah mentioned was tied to our final grade. At the beginning of the semester, everyone had already formed teams. If the group broke up halfway through, I probably wouldn’t find anyone to take me in. And this project was huge; it required multiple people to complete. In terms of being underhanded, Sarah was one step ahead. I couldn’t help but give her a thumbs up. “Sarah, you really can’t judge a book by its cover.” “You really know how to manipulate people!” I used to think she was innocent. I protected her several times, even making enemies for her sake. The result? She was sharper than anyone. Sarah played dumb. “Quinn, I’m just thinking of you.” “We don’t need to fight, just pay the money.” Too lazy to deal with her fake affection, I urged and threatened: “Are you going to scan it or not?” “If you don’t scan it, I’ll post about this on the campus Fizz app and let everyone judge who’s right.” 4 Sarah hit a wall, her face flushing red. While she hesitated, Lana had already rushed over, snatched her phone, and opened Venmo. “Scan it! Do you think we’re afraid of you?” “Lana, what are you doing?!” By the time Sarah reacted and wanted to stop her, it was too late. Lana moved fast. When she snatched the phone, she used Sarah’s fingerprint to unlock it. Scanned and paid. Afterward, Lana returned the phone to her and said triumphantly: “Sarah, you’re just too soft-hearted.” “Why waste breath on Quinn? Just give her the money.” “When she can’t finish the group project alone, she’ll come back begging us.” “By the way, I’m a little tight on cash right now. When I paid for you, I paid my share too.” “I’ll pay you back when I have money.” “I trust that someone as kind and understanding as you, Sarah, would be very willing to help me, right?” Sarah was so angry her face turned black. Breathing rapidly, her chest heaving violently. But Lana was thick-skinned, pretending not to see it, and turned back to rush me: “Now it’s your turn to pay us.” I glanced at Sarah’s dark face and didn’t hesitate. I transferred the $2.50. I exchanged $2.50 for $25. Why wouldn’t I be happy? I said: “Later, I’ll ask maintenance to install separate meters for our outlets. From now on, we pay for our own electricity.” “This is my suggestion, so you don’t need to pay for the installation.” “However, I have an apartment off-campus. I barely use the fridge and microwave here.” “So those two appliances will be on your meters.” “I won’t be splitting the bill anymore.” With that, I packed my bag and went to the library. The GREs were coming up; I didn’t have time to tangle with them.

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My boyfriend came from a strict family and had been celibate his entire life. Kissing and hugging were fine, but anything further was off-limits. Even when his eyes burned with desire and his Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably. I couldn’t resist the temptation of his pure allure, so I forced myself on him. That day, my boyfriend’s twin brother pounded on the bedroom door, shouting hoarsely for me to stop. Even the most feudal patriarch shouldn’t be this controlling, right?! The more he forbade it, the more reckless I became, ignoring everything to thoroughly show my boyfriend some “love.” When I opened the door, my brother-in-law was slumped on the floor, his pants wet, looking at me with a very strange expression. Why did he look like he was the one who had been thoroughly… loved? 1 My boyfriend, Lucas, was incredibly hot. His face was enough to make me swoon, and his body was even better. Nearly 6’3″, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. His pecs were firm enough to suffocate me in the best way possible. Even better, he was emotionally stable, tolerant, patient, and did all the housework. Landing a boyfriend like this, I must have saved the galaxy in my past life. There was only one downside: no sex. With looks like his, not letting me get ideas was just torture, wasn’t it? Kissing and hugging were allowed. I could suck on his pecs all I wanted. But the belt? Off-limits. even when he was fully erect, he still insisted he couldn’t. He couldn’t? With that hardness and size, he couldn’t? Then no man in the world could. Every time, he’d go take a cold shower to calm down. Would doing this constantly really have no side effects? “Lucas~” I rolled around on the bed. “You can’t treat me like this! How can you be indifferent to a beauty like me right in front of you!” “Stop teasing!” He sighed and hugged me. “Nina, we can’t.” I buried my face in his chest, nuzzling while complaining, “Why not? Why, why…” Another sexless night. Early the next morning, he hugged me tightly, rubbing against me in his sleep, making my butt uncomfortable. “Lucas…” He jolted awake, erect, and rushed to the bathroom to calm down. … With that kind of willpower, he’d succeed at anything. In just one morning, I made countless attempts and failed countless times. His belt was truly secure. I gritted my teeth in speechless frustration. “You promised me, we’d wait until after marriage.” Yes, back then I thought girls should be reserved, and dating could end in a breakup anyway, so it didn’t matter. But after two years, I was completely in love with him. Not long ago, my landlord kicked me out, and he let me move in with him. He had at least five properties under his name. My boyfriend was generous, so I moved in happily. Later, when I tried to pay rent at market value, he cared for my self-esteem and accepted it, but then bought me gifts left and right. Furniture, rugs, couple pajamas—anything he thought was cute, he bought to decorate our little nest. The fridge was always stuffed full; he loved cooking for me personally. He was too good. A perfect boyfriend, considerate in every way, providing full emotional and financial value. Not to mention that body. The first time I saw him shirtless, I was stunned. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, impactful pecs… and they were pink. Who could resist? Shirtless with a pink apron, he often staged a temptation scene in the kitchen. His pecs looked heavy; it wasn’t too much for me to help hold them up, right? I’d rub against his back, burying my face in his spine, reaching into the apron to touch him. He endured, only his breathing quickening. Soon, he’d turn around, press me against the counter, and kiss me deeply. My hands roamed his abdomen. On his well-defined abs, veins bulged, all converging towards his lower body. I’m a healthy woman with normal hormones. It’s normal to have needs facing him. But who would have thought his belt was tied so tight? Sensing my movements, he sobered up instantly. No meant no. Even edging wasn’t allowed. Damn, he was like a male lead in a clean romance novel, guarding his chastity line with his life. He forcibly carried me to the sofa, then retreated two meters away, panting to calm down. If not for the bulge that wouldn’t go down, I’d have thought he felt nothing. I was out of ideas, wailing on the sofa: “Pity me, a young widow in a living marriage. Look but don’t touch…” He came over to coax me, but maintained a stance ready to flee at any moment. … Too insulting! The doorbell rang suddenly. I lay on the back of the sofa, watching him go open the door. Outside stood a mirror image of Lucas—his twin brother, Ethan. Ethan and Lucas were identical in height and appearance, but I never confused them. The key was their temperament, which was worlds apart. Ethan only wore tailored suits, the crisp fabric glowing with a cold navy hue in the morning light. His demeanor was cold and arrogant, his gaze always critical when looking at me. Their parents died in a plane crash, leaving the huge family business to the two of them. As the older brother, Ethan bore more responsibility, so he was more efficient, demanding, and… Screw him, he just didn’t like me. Ethan’s gaze went past Lucas to me, assessing me like a flawed item at an auction. Scanning from my messy hair to my bare feet, finally settling on the faint red marks on my collarbone. I tried to pull up my robe collar, the fabric rubbing against the bite mark, causing me to hiss softly. “Seems I interrupted your… morning exercise.” Ethan’s voice was an octave lower than Lucas’s, dripping with malicious sarcasm like an evil mother-in-law. Lucas stepped sideways, completely blocking me. “Bro, what’s up?” “…Stayed over again last night?” Lucas lowered his head guiltily, letting Ethan condemn him with his eyes. “Must be home by 8 PM tonight.” I heard it and ground my teeth secretly. Always like this. His brother always acted like a patriarch. Lucas was 25, yet he still had a curfew! With a brother-in-law like this, I’d never reach home base. I hate him! Ethan said only two sentences, swept a glance at me, and left. Lucas looked apologetic. Just as he wanted to walk over, I pointed at him and scolded: “Bro-con!” Then pointed at the door: “Feudal patriarch!” He held my hand, kissing it: “I have my reasons.” I don’t care about his reasons. This is too oppressive. No in-laws, but a brother-in-law watching your every move. Thinking about marrying into his family later, with that stone-faced man scolding me twice a day, I got angry. “I won’t live in the ancestral home after marriage.” He agreed readily: “Okay. Whichever house you like, we’ll live there.” I looked at him suspiciously: “Will he let us be free?” He sighed: “He’s not controlling, he’s…” Again with this. shutting up at the key point. I pounced on him angrily to bite him. Useless tongue, I’ll bite it off! He caught me, letting me plunder. Our bodies were incredibly familiar with each other. Soon, a large bulge appeared in his pants. He held back, about to go take a cold shower again. I clung to him like an octopus, refusing to let go. I ground my hips gently twice. He gasped, his large hands supporting me steadily. “Nina, be good.” 2 Watching him rush into the bathroom, I hugged my knees in frustration. Damn it. I must test his endurance before marriage. What if I find a “one-minute man”? What about my future happiness?! I secretly put sleeping powder in his favorite tea. After his shower, he drank several gulps. Soon he complained of sleepiness, yawning and lying down in the guest bedroom. Hehe, fell into my hands now. I took out the handcuffs I bought long ago and cuffed his wrists securely to the headboard. Doing this kind of thing… it was my first time too. And in broad daylight… quite shy… Lucas slept peacefully. His bangs fell across his brow. His features relaxed, nose high, lips still showing marks from my bites. Looking down… broad shoulders, narrow waist, great body. His cool white skin was even more moving under the light. And down there… still pink. Symmetrical muscles covered his 6’3″ frame, lines smooth and enticing. My gaze slid down bit by bit. I knew… the explosive power of his abs when exerted. I’ve really craved him for a long time. Looks, personality, family background—all great. Just need to confirm one more thing… and he’s the perfect husband candidate. I poked his pecs tentatively. Soft… Seems he’s really unconscious. Before when I touched him, he was hard as a rock. Only now can I touch soft pecs~ I kneaded them with my claws, sucked excitedly several times, and rubbed my face against them. Sleeping Lucas is so cute, I like him so much. Smells so good after a shower. Smooch smooch smooch~ I lay on top of him, rubbing all over. Wanton snuggles are so comfortable. Soon, little Lucas raised its head, hard against my lower abdomen. I observed his expression carefully. He frowned but showed no signs of waking. I’m touching it… Fingertips slid down the line of his abs, slowly crossing the boundary… I was blushing with shame but dutifully performed the hand job. The plan begins~ But soon, Lucas’s phone rang. Caller… Ethan! I freed a hand to answer: “Bro, what’s up? Lucas is asleep.” Don’t know why, but Ethan was breathing heavily on the other end. Working out? “I’m in a meeting here, you guys don’t…” I got nervous and squeezed hard. A gasp came from the phone that couldn’t be hidden. …Damn, what’s he doing? “Stop…” I hung up quickly, ears burning. Is he crazy? Panting while talking to me. Seeing Lucas neglected and pitiful. I leaned over to kiss him. Just got the rhythm, the phone kept ringing. Annoyed, I turned it off directly. Finally can ravage… no, love little Lucas properly. He wasn’t very well-behaved in his sleep, panting non-stop, hands moving around, handcuffs clicking. Body twisting occasionally, as if trying to escape. I refused to let go. It’s been over ten minutes. Go Lucas! His eyelids fluttered. Probably too stimulated, he actually woke up: “Nina… you…” His voice was hoarse beyond recognition. Clearly swept by lust, yet still asking me to let go. Just helping him out, what’s wrong? Don’t ask for what you can’t get. Angry, I bit him all over, slowly licking his chest. He liked this the most. Tongue tip teasing repeatedly, sucking occasionally. His eyes blurred, long legs tensed, kicking the sheets into a mess. “Nina… no…” His calls aroused my beastly nature. My hands lost measure. His body tensed straight as if reaching a limit. I checked the time. Twenty-five minutes. Suddenly a knock on the door: “Lucas, open up!” Damn! Why is Ethan here?! I looked at him. Lucas held it back forcefully, tears in the corners of his eyes, looking fragile and pitiful. My little darling… whatever. Ethan doesn’t have a key anyway. I started moving again: “Doing it with your brother right outside, exciting?” Lucas bit his lip not to make a sound, but a tear rolled down his cheek. He’s really so cute. Want to ruin him fiercely. Under the giant noise, I used every trick. Time approached 40 minutes. He stopped saying no, cooperating instead. Eyes full of lust, no clarity left. Occasionally I wanted to tease him, stopped for a bit. His voice carried a sob: “Good Nina, please…” “Please help me…” Finally, he let out a whimper. Jaw raised, neck tendons taut, chest flushed red. Simply lethally erotic. Checked the time. 62 minutes. Kissed him twice as a reward, then ran to open the door. Outside was brightly lit. Ethan was slumped against the wall, as if drained of strength. Panting heavily, sweat on his temples. Strangely, his pants were wet between the legs. He didn’t even have the strength to hide it, staring at me blankly. “Bro?” I went to support him. What happened to him? His hand suddenly tightened. Before I could react, he yanked me down. Weightlessness hit. Next second, I fell into a blazing embrace. Surrounding my nose was that scent of debauchery. “You…” Unfinished words were blocked by a sudden kiss. His arm imprisoned me firmly, the other hand holding the back of my neck, so strong escape was impossible. This kiss carried punishment. Even the taste of blood filled our mouths. I widened my eyes. The face close at hand was 90% like Lucas, but the emotions surging in those eyes were completely different. Naked possessiveness and long-suppressed madness. In the shadow of his eyelashes hid deep aggression. “Mmph… let go!” In a gap for breath, I pushed him away with all my might. The crisp slap echoed harshly in the corridor. His face was knocked to the side. Bangs fell, covering his eyes. “Are you crazy?!” I wiped my swollen lips, retreating, heart pounding violently. He looked up slowly. A clear palm print emerged on his reddened left cheek. I used full force. But I clearly saw the corner of his mouth lifting. “I’m crazy?” He advanced, a shadow rising under his suit pants again: “When you touched here, I told you to stop, why didn’t you?” What is he talking about? When did I touch him? “Nina, what happened?” Lucas’s voice came from the room. I gritted my teeth, glared at Ethan fiercely, warning him not to say anything. Then went back to the room to uncuff Lucas. 3 While Lucas dressed, Ethan used the bathroom to tidy up. Soon, he came out looking human again, restoring his decent detachment. The two met in the entryway. The air stagnated for a moment. The twins confronted each other like looking in a mirror. Lucas in casual wear, Ethan in a crisp suit. One with warning in his eyes, one frosty faced. Clearly sharing the same face, yet like two extremes at this moment. I looked at this one, then that one, silently curling my toes. I felt awkward inside. Clearly I wasn’t the one who lost out, but couldn’t help feeling guilty. What is this… brain a mess, sorting it out again. I did sexy stuff to my boyfriend. My brother-in-law actually knew we were doing it. I loved my boyfriend thoroughly. My brother-in-law looked thoroughly loved. …Something was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t figure it out for the life of me. “Nina.” Hm? “Hungry?” I looked at the clock. Realized belatedly I was hungry. Did manual labor today, need to replenish. Chopping sounds came from the kitchen. Lucas put on an apron, skillfully processing ingredients. Didn’t take off his shirt showily this time. Just a black tight tank top, highlighting his chest, waist, and broad shoulders. The open kitchen gave me a full view. I was admiring immersively when Ethan walked closer. Gaze sweeping back and forth between me and Lucas, he slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket. Pecs almost popped out… He folded his shirt cuffs a few times, loosened his tie, and went to cook too. Suit pants wrapped long straight legs, belt tight, outlining a very slim waist. A body no less impressive than Lucas’s. “I can handle it…” Lucas’s protest was useless. Ethan took the knife. “So slow cutting a vegetable.” Ethan’s voice was still cold, but movements unexpectedly skillful. Two brothers shouldering each other, competing secretly. But seeing my suspicious gaze, they harmonized again. …Don’t say, two people with identical looks but different temperaments, standing side by side with broad shoulders and narrow waists… I suddenly understood what “double the male beauty” means… Within half an hour, four dishes and a soup were on the table. Braised ribs glowing enticingly, stir-fried greens fresh and tender, mushroom chicken soup fragrant, and a plate of my favorite braised prawns. I was starving, couldn’t wait to start eating. Lucas sat next to me, carefully serving me soup. “Eat slowly, no one’s fighting you for it.” Just then, a perfectly peeled prawn was placed in my bowl. Without looking up, I smiled sweetly reflexively: “Thanks hubby~” The air suddenly went quiet for a second. I looked up, meeting Ethan’s meaningful gaze. He slowly put down the shrimp shell, hooked his lips, and picked up another shrimp to peel. Slender fingers holding chopsticks, nimbly removing the shell, dipping in sauce. When the second prawn was placed in my bowl, I was so embarrassed my toes curled: “Thanks… Bro.” Lucas suddenly coughed lightly, turned my face, wiped the sauce from the corner of my mouth, and naturally put it in his mouth. Ah… he was never this intimate in front of people before. Ethan continued peeling shrimp expressionlessly, only with noticeably more force than before. Undercurrents surged at the table. I lowered my head eating, pretending not to notice the silent contest between the brothers. Until a mountain of prawns piled up in my bowl… Even delicious food has limits. I smiled bitterly, trying to transfer shrimp to Lucas’s bowl. Suddenly heard a teacup set down. It was Ethan. Wasn’t he most particular about etiquette? “Nina has a small appetite, can’t handle so many shrimp.” “I think she can handle it fine. Try harder, can eat them all.” Then two gazes fixed on me tightly. Do I eat or not? 4 With Ethan watching, 8 PM arrived. Lucas left reluctantly. After that, as if watching us closely, Lucas ran here after work, and Ethan followed like a haunting spirit. He was really afraid we’d cross the line. But watching him openly occupy my study made me uncomfortable. I paid the rent for this place, right? How can he enter and leave freely without the owner’s permission! Ethan tapped the desk, pressed the chair back, frowned and tsked. Then made calls non-stop, asking his assistant to send things. Soon my shabby study was transformed into expensive luxury. …Fine, come as much as you want. Very welcome. Although guarded strictly by brother-in-law, his energy is limited, especially working overtime in the study after work. Lucas and I sneaked to the balcony, using the hard-won alone time to kiss wantonly. An illusion of having an affair. Lucas… hmm… very different. Usually restrained, but these few times wished he could swallow me. Wouldn’t even let me breathe, hugging my waist tightly, not letting me retreat half an inch. Men… different once they get a taste. Tongue tip teasing non-stop in my mouth, sensitive palate grazed… I gripped his shoulders harder and harder. Mmph… fireworks exploding in brain… “Knock knock.” Ethan knocked on the balcony door, staring at me dead on. My legs were still soft, leaning on Lucas for support: “Can’t be… not even allowing a kiss?” Brain still fuzzy, rubbing randomly on his chest. “You’re quite generous.” Hearing this, Lucas got angry for some reason, muscles tensing. I still didn’t get the situation. Why are these brothers always tit-for-tat recently? Luckily Ethan took a step back: “I have a video conference. You guys quiet down.” After he left, Lucas finally relaxed. “Nina…” He hugged me tightly, gaze struggling with hesitation: “Do you love me?” “Of course.” “Only love me.” What silly talk. I kissed his chin: “Who else besides you?” He inhaled deeply at my neck, finally settling down. “No matter what, don’t leave me, okay?” I stroked his hair: “As long as you don’t change, I absolutely won’t leave.” I coaxed him until he was sleepy, struggling to walk back to the living room, collapsing on the sofa with me. Men… sleep in a second… Hugging made me sweat. Couldn’t help wiggling out. “So hot…” Opened the fridge to drink some juice. Closing the fridge, I saw in the reflection, Ethan standing behind me unknowingly. Given past events, I was alert: “What do you want?” His tone was cold: “Talk. Lucas kept some things from you. I think… better said sooner.” Damn, he really knows how to manipulate. The bait he threw was exactly what I wanted to know. Study door ajar. I stood by the door ready to run. Since that kiss, uncomfortable all over being in the same room with him. “Speak quickly.” He seemed to remember his transgression too. Eyelashes lowered, then raised to look straight at me: “How much do you know about twins?” “Twins sometimes have telepathy. Usually happens when young.” “But he and I… always have synesthesia.” Synesthesia? What does that mean? “Meaning…” He picked up a pen, stabbed the back of his hand. On the sofa, Lucas’s hand contracted sharply. “We share all sensations. Including… pleasure.” “So he never went all the way. He didn’t want me to taste you.” My brain was slow, but felt this made everything clear. No wonder Lucas guarded the line. No wonder Ethan collapsed outside the door that day… Wait… so, I played with two at once?! Damn, how can such absurd things exist? Knew fate’s gifts were priced in secret long ago. “So… leave him. I’ll arrange an exhibition for you. Aren’t you good at painting? Traveling will give you more inspiration.” “I’ll give you fifty million. Stay away from him.” I looked at him like looking at an evil mother-in-law breaking up lovers: “Are you sick? Even if being with him affects you, platonic is fine.” His gaze carried mockery: “Your ID is ‘Never Forget Original Intention’ right? These are your drawings.” I looked at the large-scale NSFW drawings on his phone screen, blushing silently. All drawn based on Lucas. Imagined looks, in various scenes, even the ancestral home… But isn’t drawing this stuff the original intention of an artist… “Someone like you, talking about platonic? Even if you marry him, you’ll cheat.” I slapped him subconsciously. He tilted his head and sneered: “This is the second time.” Saying that, approached suddenly with menace. I wanted to scold but was covered by his hand: “There’s another plan. You can be together, do whatever you want. Only… let me join.” What dirty stuff is he saying?! “I wanted to let you go…” He said, lowering his head to kiss me. His strength was too great. Struggling was useless. I cursed constantly but only made nasal sounds. Tongue hotter and hotter. He forced my legs open, squeezing his body in. Through layers of fabric, still could feel the abnormality. “Your first kiss was May 10th, ’23. First time touching here was August 2nd. Right?” I didn’t even remember clearly. He… “I know everything about you.” Sticky kisses moved to the side of my neck. He dared to leave marks… “Let go…” I was really scared to tears, begging for mercy. But he became greedier. Those eyes identical to Lucas’s now surged only with covetousness. “Please…” I choked with sobs: “Don’t…” Ethan chuckled low, whispering in my ear: “Doesn’t matter. I’m no different from him. You can treat me as him.” His tongue licked my earlobe: “I share the same genes, same senses… even, same desire.” I felt the noise was loud. Outside, Lucas still slept groggily. In his dream… pants tented high. Damn! Can’t be a sleeping husband! I struggled hard. Toe finally reached the door, kicked hard. Door hit the wall heavily, but made no sound. Forgot… Lucas installed hydraulic door stops. Silent and buffered… Probably my expression was too silly. Ethan couldn’t help laughing muffledly: “I drugged him. Will sleep for two hours. He won’t disturb us.” Two hours… When he looked up wiping the corner of his mouth, my body still trembled slightly. “Hasn’t he helped you like this?” Lying on the desk, I shook my head in a trance. “Heh, he’s really afraid I’d get a tiny bit of advantage.” “I’m better than him, right?” Screw you. I raised a middle finger tremblingly. When Lucas woke up, he was still dazed. Pulled his sticky pajama pants, looking at us blankly. I lowered my head not knowing what to say. He still saw the red marks on me, and the moisture after washing up. In the silent stillness, he pounced on Ethan in rage. Usually gentle Lucas was fiercely unlike himself. Before I could react, the two were fighting in a ball. That look was too scary. I hid in the bedroom carefully. Although heart ached for Lucas, thinking his pain meant Ethan’s pain too, didn’t ache as much. They rolled and fought on the floor. Fists hitting flesh made muffled sounds. Blood seeped from Ethan’s mouth corner, but he still smiled: “You messed around with no scruples, should have thought of this day.” Lucas didn’t answer, a heavy punch hitting Ethan’s abdomen. Seeing them fight more and more fiercely, I simply locked the door. Fighting sounds outside intensified. Dull thuds of flesh occasionally heard. I covered my ears, but still could hear Ethan’s sick laughter and Lucas’s suppressed roars. Unknown time passed. Everything finally returned to silence. “Nina, open the door.” Lucas’s voice suddenly sounded outside, gentle beyond words: “It’s okay now.” I opened the door and rushed into his arms. His scent mixed with blood, but I still settled down quickly. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have hidden it from you so long.” He stroked my back carefully: “Does it hurt? Need to go to the hospital?” Someone else needs the hospital. Ethan watched us hugging, mouth lifting in a self-mocking arc: “I didn’t go all the way.” “F*ck! Want me to praise you?!”

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It was Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to give my boyfriend a thrill. The moment he walked through the door, I pounced on him, pushing him against the door for a wet, passionate kiss. I managed to pass the spiked wine from my mouth to his, but his reaction was cold. He didn’t say a word. He just pushed me aside and reached for the light switch. I held his hand down, whispering shyly, “Babe, don’t you want my first time?” Instantly, his breathing grew heavy. I smirked, reaching under his shirt. But suddenly, the sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the apartment. My boyfriend’s husky voice rang out: “Babe.” My best friend’s flirty voice responded: “Don’t be so impatient! Mmm~” Then came the sounds of blushing, heart-pounding kisses and heavy breathing. Before I could react, I was pulled into the closet. Was I catching them? Or was I being caught? 1 My scalp went numb. The closet was narrow. Two people pressed tight against each other, the air thick with tension. But what was happening outside was even more intense. Chloe moaned softly, “You’re so bad. Can you live with yourself doing this to Annie?” Tyler suppressed a heavy pant. “Can you?” “Besides, I only chased her in the beginning to get your attention.” What did that mean?! Not only a double betrayal, but it was premeditated?! I looked up in shock. Accidentally, the top of my head bumped the man’s chin. I instinctively wanted to put my hands together to apologize. But in the darkness, I brushed against that part of him. He was actually…! Oh god. I had just fed him the spiked wine. I was feeling hot all over now, too. I tried to pull away. I squirmed against the closet wall. Suddenly, I was pinned down. Hot breath sprayed onto the top of my head. A very quiet, yet pleasant male voice sounded in my ear: “Don’t move.” After saying that, he didn’t move again. He maintained the maximum possible distance between us. Clearly indicating he wouldn’t take advantage of me. My face flushed red as I secretly observed this man. In the dim light, I could only make out a superior facial profile. His voice sounded familiar. Was he a mutual friend of Tyler’s? Outside, the sticky sounds of kissing and rustling fabric paused briefly. Then came an even more unbearable conversation. Chloe asked breathlessly, “So, are you going to let Annie come over later?” “We’re already like this, and you still won’t break up with her?” I peeked through the slit in the closet door. Chloe’s legs were wrapped around Tyler’s waist. Tyler nibbled on her neck, looking up with eyes full of lust. “Are you in a rush to leave?” “Annie is old-fashioned and boring, but she only has eyes for me. It’s kind of entertaining.” “I plan to play with her a bit longer.” Chloe hooked her arm around his neck mockingly. “Annie is a bit stupid, and a bit unlucky.” “Her first relationship, and she meets a scumbag like you!” Tyler kissed Chloe hard and sneered. “She’s lucky. With her looks, she’s lucky to date me!” “True, desperate girls like her have a hard time finding guys.” Their tones were contemptuous as they smiled at each other. My body was hot. But hearing them mock me so recklessly made my heart run cold. The two people I trusted most. Betraying me and laughing at me behind my back. Tyler continued, “But it won’t be much longer.” “Maybe she’ll offer herself up today.” “Once I take her virginity, I’ll find a reason to dump her.” Chloe laughed and hit him. “Scumbag!” Tyler bit her earlobe and asked, “What about you? When will you let me graduate to boyfriend?” Chloe closed her eyes with a wicked smile. “After you take her down.” Tyler stopped moving and looked down at her. “Want to make a bet?” “Bet that I can take her this month?” My throat tightened painfully. There was a sliver of pleading in my heart. Hoping Chloe wouldn’t agree. It was too humiliating. Especially with someone else right next to me. But the next second, Chloe nodded with a smile. “Sure.” “But that’s too easy for you.” “Even though Annie is conservative, for you, it’s just a matter of beckoning your finger.” My heart sank bit by bit. Anger surged. I wanted to rush out and tear them apart. Tyler asked, “Then what?” Chloe flipped over, straddling Tyler. “You have to dump her, and make her kneel in public crying and begging you not to break up.” Hearing this, Tyler laughed. “You’re the real villain. Aren’t you best friends?” Chloe huffed. “I’ve been annoyed with her following me around for ages.” Tyler chuckled, holding Chloe’s waist. “If I win, what’s my reward?” Chloe pinched Tyler’s face. “If you win, I won’t chase your friend Ethan anymore. I’ll officially be with you.” “If you lose, you help me chase Ethan.” “Deal!” 2 I was trembling all over. Tears fell uncontrollably. Heartbreak and anger mixed together. My body felt terrible too. The urge to rush out and destroy everyone reached its peak. Suddenly, my ears were covered by warm, large hands. It was like entering a vacuum. The filthy sounds disappeared. Was this man helping me? I unknowingly calmed down. After a while. He let go of me. He pushed open the closet door. The sudden light made me squint. Before I could react. My wrist was grabbed. “Go.” I didn’t come to my senses until I was dragged next door. I looked up at the man. Tall stature, sharp features, an aura of cold nobility. It was actually the Finance Department’s “God,” Ethan. Tyler’s friend. The man Chloe just said she wanted to chase. “You.” I only managed one word. Ethan pressed his index finger to his lips, tilting his head to listen outside the door. Looking at those red lips. Thinking of the forced kiss in the dark. That soft touch. My face heated up. “Okay.” “They’ve gone far.” His magnetic voice rang out. My face was red, and I was incoherent. “Sorry about earlier, but thank you, I…” I sniffled. Thinking of what just happened. Tears couldn’t help but fall again. I wiped them while explaining, “Sorry, I might be allergic to the closet.” “It’s definitely not because of those two pieces of trash.” Ethan looked down at me and nodded faintly. “Finding out early is a blessing.” I carefully observed his expression; there was no look of disdain. Something in my heart felt inexplicably moved. Remembering something, I lowered my head in embarrassment. “Um, the drink I gave you had something in it… if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll pay for your hospital visit.” Seeming unwilling to go to the hospital for such a reason, Ethan refused directly. “No need, a cold shower will do.” I nodded quickly, wanting to leave. But he called me back. “What about you?” I curled my toes. “I only had a sip, I should be fine.” “I’ll call a cab and leave before the trash comes back.” Silence for a long time. I looked up at him. Our eyes met, and he looked away uncomfortably, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Okay.” With that, he turned and went into the bedroom. Soon, the sound of water running started. I moved to the sofa and opened the ride-sharing app. It was pouring rain outside. A concert nearby had just ended. No drivers were accepting orders. I felt so terrible I wanted to cry again. Dehydrated, my mouth was parched. I saw a canned drink on the coffee table. I ran to the bedroom door and asked quietly, “Can I drink your stuff?” After a long while, a muffled “Yeah” came from the bathroom. I thought it was a foreign energy drink. I took a big gulp. It was alcohol. A message popped up on my phone. Tyler: [Don’t come over, something came up last minute.] Because I had been helping my advisor with a project recently, I had been distant with Tyler. We hadn’t even been able to go on dates. To coax the unhappy Tyler, I had promised again and again that there would be a surprise at his house today. I was indeed ready for us to take that step. Resulting in the experiment ending early. Seeing that scene. He probably went to walk Chloe home and couldn’t bear to come back. Sure enough, Chloe posted a status on her private Instagram account. “Collected the Department Hunk. On a whim, ate and took everything~” The photo was her making a peace sign while leaning on Tyler’s shoulder. Although Tyler’s face wasn’t showing, the Chrome Hearts necklace he was wearing was the gift I saved up to buy him. Rage rose from my gut. I sent Tyler a text: [You piece of sh*t, eat crap, we’re breaking up!] Blocked and deleted him on everything. I took another swig of alcohol. The sadness of the breakup was gone. I thought angrily. A cheater who finishes fast isn’t worth it, the next one will be better! Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Ethan came out, hair half-wet, wearing only a towel. Overly handsome features, firm pecs, defined abs, a distinct bulge, thick thighs. The visual impact of this scene was too great. Boom. My brain was filled with: Want it, want it, want it. I stared straight at him. Ethan was clearly stunned to see me. “You haven’t left?” Hearing this, I felt instinctively aggrieved. “Are you chasing me out too?” 4 After I spoke. Something felt wrong. Ethan’s phone rang suddenly. Tyler’s irritated voice came through. “Ethan, check for me if Annie is at my place?” “I just stood her up, and she’s throwing a temper tantrum.” “Cover for me with a few words…” I was about to rush over and scream profanities. Ethan hung up the phone abruptly. I couldn’t stop my momentum and tackled him directly to the floor. Propping myself up halfway, I questioned him unhappily. “Why did you hang up?” “Pulling me to hide, were you trying to protect them too?!” “No.” Ethan denied it quickly, looking up at me. “I just wanted you to see clearly.” Seeing his serious expression, I was confused. “Aren’t you guys brothers?” Ethan frowned slightly, then denied it. “Just acquaintances.” “They don’t deserve for you to get your hands dirty.” Looking into his deep eyes, my brain became fuzzier. The cool skin beneath me made me want to snuggle closer. The atmosphere was suddenly ambiguous. My hands, wandering secretly, were grabbed. “What are you doing?” My mouth spoke my inner thoughts uncontrollably. “I want you.” I pulled out the small tool I brought. “Happy Valentine’s Day, a gift for you.” Ethan pursed his lips slightly, his eyes dark and unclear. The rejection was obvious. I realized the awkwardness belatedly. This was Ethan, the guy even Chloe wanted to chase. How could I be so brazen after a little alcohol? I explained incoherently. “Sorry, I drank too much and spoke nonsense.” “If I can’t get a cab, I’ll swim back.” I stumbled up, still babbling. “It’s not like it has to be you.” “Who says I don’t have anyone? I can just spend money.” My wrist was grabbed again. I looked down. Ethan sighed. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t give it.” Before he finished, I couldn’t help but bite that red, soft lip. When I came to my senses again, I didn’t know when, but Ethan had carried me into the bedroom. Sitting on his lap, I chased his lips with pecks. He held my shoulders to create a little distance. Ethan’s breathing deepened. His hands moved from top to bottom. We were already at this point. Why did he call stop? Regretting it? Looking at his lips, which I had bitten nearly to the point of bleeding. My brain was buzzing. My whole body itched terribly, like ants crawling all over me. “I still want it.” Ethan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes terrifyingly dark. “Annie, do you know who I am?” His low, magnetic voice was full of temptation. I didn’t understand what he was saying. I only knew I really wanted it, crying out. “Ethan, are you giving it to me or not!” The next second, the world spun, and a burning kiss landed. Warm, powerful palms explored. The skirt was lifted. Small fabric torn away.

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“Master… it itches… please touch it.” The incubus I just bought came home with a flushed face and heavy breathing. “Scratch it a little more, just a little.” His tail was shockingly hot, wrapping tightly around me. Suspecting he was sick, I posted online asking for help. #Why is my incubus’s tail always itchy? The top comments made my head explode: [OP, you’re so dense. Is he asking you to scratch an itch? He’s asking you to…] [OP, what he really wants to drill into your hand isn’t his tail, it’s…] 01 [OP, as an experienced owner, I’m telling you, never touch an incubus’s tail QAQ, unless you want to do it!!] [Fun fact: The first step of an incubus going into heat is a hot tail. Owners must be especially careful not to let the incubus hold back too much, or the one who suffers will be the owner.] [Following “My cat keeps meowing” and “My fish keeps flipping belly up,” we now have “My incubus’s tail is always itchy.”] [Move along everyone, the deed is done. The OP probably doesn’t have the strength to open the app anymore.] Before checking my phone, I was worried my incubus was sick and I couldn’t use my insurance for him. After checking my phone, I froze. What does this mean… an itchy tail means he’s in heat? What exactly does the incubus want to drill into my hand? Why would the owner suffer if the incubus holds back too much? My hand, kneading the incubus’s tail, paused. The tall male incubus panted and purred, his husky, pleasant voice full of confusion: “Master… why did you stop?” He retracted his tail aggrievedly, the corners of his beautiful eyes turning red: “If Master is tired, you can let go. I can endure it myself.” Guilt washed over me instantly. I lifted my sore hand and continued kneading the tail. Nine light strokes, one heavy, stroking from the base to the tip. When I pinched the soft spade at the tip of his tail, he let out an uncontrollable groan. His tail trembled violently, his whole body tense to the extreme. I hesitated: “Did your condition get worse, or is it…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words “in heat.” 02 I had no idea how to deal with an incubus in heat. Because I never planned to buy an incubus in the first place. But I couldn’t resist passing by an incubus store holding a raffle, where I won a coupon for $99,990 off a purchase of $100,000. At first, I thought it was some new scam like a $5 voucher for a Rolls-Royce. Who knew that among the incubi costing hundreds of thousands or millions, there was exactly one priced at $100,000. Buying a hundred-thousand-dollar incubus for ten bucks was definitely a steal. So even though I had no need for a male incubus to warm my bed, I still bought Damian. I intended to use him as a carbon-based robot to handle my daily chores. But who knew that on his first night home, his tail would become scorching hot, and he would beg me with a husky voice to knead it. Everyone knows incubi are good-looking, and Damian was a top-tier specimen. Tall, muscular, with deep-set features, beautiful and seductive, a strikingly handsome man. Although I didn’t want to admit it, he was just a tiny bit more handsome than me. When he looked at me with those deep eyes that seemed to have natural eyeliner, pleading, it was hard for me to refuse whatever he said. So I wasted my precious weekend kneading his tail for a whole day. Looking back, I wanted to slap myself with my sore hand. I involuntarily let go of his burning tail: “I’m tired. Let’s stop here for today. We’ll talk tomorrow.” Damian seemed to be enduring something, swallowing hard several times, but still obediently withdrew his scorching tail. Seeing his aggrieved and submissive look, I almost lost my mind and touched his tail again. Luckily, my stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten for a long time. I said embarrassedly: “Let’s get ready to eat.” He stood up obediently and walked to the kitchen: “I’ll cook for Master.” My hand reaching for instant noodles paused, then I withdrew it casually. 03 I expected him to cook, but I didn’t expect him to be this good. In no time, four dishes and a soup, simple yet delicious, were laid out on the table. Compared to my instant noodles, this was a feast fit for a king. Damian brought the last dish over, his husky and magnetic voice sounding: “Master, dinner is ready.” The temperature of his tail didn’t seem to have gone down. He was so hot he took off his shirt, wearing only the dark apron I bought long ago. The apron was a bit small for him, tight against his body, barely covering the essentials. His chest muscles looked exceptionally fair against the dark fabric, almost glowing. I looked away as if scalded: “Cough, try to dress properly at home in the future. It’s unsightly if guests come over.” Damian hummed huskily, his eyes misty: “But Master… I’m hot.” I glanced at him involuntarily. He was indeed hot, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his eyes fixed on me, Adam’s apple bobbing continuously. “Then I’ll turn on the AC.” After dinner, I subconsciously walked to the bedroom. Behind me, a tall body stuck close, enveloping me in heat. I stopped abruptly. He stopped too, resting his head on my shoulder, hot breath spraying on my ear. Tingly and numb. I frowned: “Didn’t I tell you to sleep in the guest room? Why are you following me?” Damian’s exquisite eyes curved, his lips seemingly brushing my cheek: “Master, I want to sleep with you…” My back tightened, and I refused instinctively: “I didn’t buy you to warm my bed. Besides housework, you’re free to do whatever you want. You don’t need to please me.” After all, I bought him for ten bucks; I never expected anything from him. Damian’s voice dropped, his tail wrapping around my waist secretly, like he was acting spoiled. “But Master, incubi can’t get full on human food. I’m hungry…” His tail rubbed everywhere on my waist, going lower and lower. Faint breath sprayed on my neck; my shoulder could even feel his Adam’s apple moving as he spoke. ?? Huh? My pupils dilated. I pushed him away in panic, slammed the bedroom door, and gasped for air. I didn’t know the consequences of not feeding Damian. But I knew. Once I fed him, my… top or bottom status would be hard to say. 04 For the sake of my chastity, I left early and returned late for a straight week. As soon as I got home, I locked myself in the bedroom. No matter how he knocked, I didn’t come out. Damian sensed my coldness, his eyes seeming to dim. He stopped complaining about his uncomfortable tail, silently hiding aside to endure alone. The house became tidier and tidier, with some small knick-knacks I had never seen before. As if this wasn’t my rental apartment, but a home for Damian and me. That day, I came home from work and bumped into Damian’s arms as soon as I opened the door. His body was scorching hot. He retreated enduringly to a suitable distance, his tail lifting gently as if greeting me. “Master, can I bring you lunch at noon? There are too many ingredients at home, I can’t finish them.” I vaguely remembered that for the sake of raising the incubus, I went to the supermarket a week ago and filled the fridge. I had been eating out for all three meals this week; the stuff in the fridge must be going bad. “Okay,” I agreed. Damian’s eyes lit up, the spade at the tip of his tail wagging into a blur. The rental apartment had poor soundproofing. That night, I heard Damian’s suppressed and excited groans from the next room. Vaguely, my mouth felt dry too.

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I am intersex, and I am secretly in love with my cold, aloof roommate. Secretly, I look at his photos in the dorm to comfort myself, biting my lip to keep from making a sound. On the surface, I fight him tooth and nail, engaging in a fierce academic rivalry, chasing each other relentlessly. Until my cold roommate accidentally discovered my secret. He started liking to pull open my bed curtains in the middle of the night and climb into my bed. “Be good, don’t move. “You don’t want them to know either, right?” 1 “Why does it smell like blood? Is anyone injured in our dorm?” “No, I think I smell it too.” After confirming none of them were hurt, they all turned their eyes to me. “Jamie, are you hurt?” I was on the phone with headphones on. Hearing this, I coldly lifted the bed curtain: “Not me.” I turned over, “I’m on the phone with my girlfriend, don’t disturb me.” “Oh, girlfriend, calling so affectionately.” I was the first in our dorm to get into a relationship. Of course, this is fake. I know, someone like me, it’s already hard to have a normal relationship. As for a girlfriend, of course, there isn’t one. I have an unspeakable secret. I am intersex. Although I look no different from a normal man on the outside, I possess female organs, and I have my period every month. This troubles me a lot. So I use the excuse that I have a girlfriend. This reason gives me a chance to openly go to the supermarket to buy sanitary pads for my “girlfriend.” But actually, I buy them for myself. Because I am different from others. I am withdrawn, cold, don’t like communicating with people, avoid intimate contact, always look unapproachable, actually just afraid others will discover my secret. To act realistically, I read the lover communication checklist on my phone, using my naturally husky voice to read out: “Like you, of course I like you, I will never break up with you. “We can meet this weekend, hold on a bit.” After reading these, I made kissing sounds to the phone, “Kiss one, bye-bye, see you weekend.” Then, I hung up this call that didn’t exist at all. Exhausted. But precisely because of this, my roommates firmly believe I have a girlfriend. They even joke: “Jamie, your girlfriend is so clingy.” “So envious, when will I get a girlfriend?” “Give up, look at Jamie’s face, not to mention girls want to date, boys want to date too.” I threw a pillow at his face: “Try talking nonsense again?” “Okay okay okay, I won’t talk nonsense.” Every time we played around, I would subconsciously look at Adrian. This is the roommate sleeping on the bunk opposite me. The person is very cold, state top scholar, academic god, GPA always first, looks like a movie star, countless pursuers, but all rejected coldly. Whenever my roommates joke about my girlfriend, only he remains silent. Seems to hate the fact that I have a girlfriend. Could he also be jealous that I got a girlfriend before him? But clearly he could have a girlfriend, so many girls want to date him. Because of abdominal pain, after the call, I had no strength to play with them, shrinking in the quilt sweating cold sweat. Just at this time, my bunk creaked. I was shocked to find my roommate actually climbed onto my bunk. His warm body slowly approached me, bringing a confusing sense of oppression. His legs tightly clamped my legs, knees pressed between my legs, as if to confine me in a narrow space. His body supported on both sides of my body, a pair of hands covered my forehead wet with cold sweat, frowning slightly: “Are you feeling very bad? Why didn’t you say?” Looking straight into Adrian’s deep eyes, I suddenly became exceptionally nervous. “Can you walk? I’ll take you to the hospital.” “No need to trouble you!” I couldn’t wait for him to leave now, “I’ll just take some painkillers myself.” At such a close distance, I was afraid he would smell the blood on me. Adrian looked at me a few times, speaking slowly: “Okay.” When he got up from me, I breathed a sigh of relief. But just then, Adrian suddenly said: “I seem to smell a bit of blood, are you hurt? “Let me check.” I was about to cry: “No need, really no need.” But the next second, Adrian confirmed no injury outside my quilt, and wanted to lift my quilt. My heart hardened, and I bit his hand fiercely. Adrian hissed. He finally didn’t want to check anymore: “Sorry.” Then, he went down without saying a word. I suddenly felt very guilty. If… if I were a normal person, I should be able to get along with Adrian normally. 2 At night, while everyone was showering, I walked into the bathroom. When applying for this school, I chose it because there was a private bathroom here. After showering, the sticky and damp place finally became refreshing again. I put my underwear in my basin, planning to wash off the blood stains. Just at this time, a roommate suddenly knocked on the door: “Jamie, can I come in and get something?” I was so scared I dropped the basin, making a loud noise in the room. “Jamie, what’s wrong?” Saying that, I saw the bathroom door handle turning. “Don’t come in!” I nervously draped the bathrobe over myself. Adrian stopped the roommate who wanted to enter, voice cold: “Jamie is from the South, not used to having people around when showering.” “Oh, so that’s it, sorry.” “No… no problem.” Although it was a false alarm in the end, my heart was still throbbing with fear. After showering, I carefully hung the clothes in the basin on the balcony. From the corner of my eye, I saw Adrian’s lips rubbing the hand I had bitten. I suddenly felt very guilty. I must have bitten him painfully. He must hate me more now. At night, after all roommates went to sleep, I took advantage of the quiet night, turned on my phone, and admired Adrian’s photos in the dim light. These photos were secretly taken by me when he wasn’t paying attention. Actually, besides my body, my orientation is also different from ordinary people. In high school, Adrian was the academic god of the neighboring school. In every joint exam, he was number one. All along, I took him as my target for study. When I knew I was admitted to the same school as him, I was so excited I almost split apart. To not expose that I liked him, I treated him as a competitor on the surface, trying hard to compete with him for GPA. No one would think in the direction that I liked him. Sometimes I think, if I were a normal man, I would probably actively become good friends with him, instead of being just roommates with a lukewarm relationship like now. I like him. Especially since he sleeps right opposite me. I listened to his even breathing, comforting myself with his photos. I bit my teeth hard, not letting myself make a sound. The dorm was very quiet, quiet enough to hear everyone’s breathing. But just then, I couldn’t hold back, accidentally let out a muffled groan. I was instantly alert. The curtain of the opposite bunk moved. Adrian seemed to turn over, didn’t wake up. I held my breath and listened for a long time, finding no other movement indeed, then relaxed, walked to the bathroom to wash my hands, despising myself immensely inside. If Adrian knew a deformed person like me had improper thoughts about him, he would probably be disgusted to death. I must keep this secret firmly hidden in the bottom of my heart. 3 That weekend, I went out early. After all, my persona is having a girlfriend who is stuck to me like glue, but in a different school, we have to date every weekend. Because I didn’t enjoy myself last night, so tonight, I planned to stay outside alone for a night. I sent a message in the group: [Cover for me during room check, I won’t come back tonight.] Roommate Leo laughed at me: [What, getting a room with girlfriend outside?] I replied: [Don’t talk nonsense.] Leo: [Don’t be shy, we all understand, be gentle to the girl, remember to use protection.] I didn’t know how to explain. Or, just let them misunderstand like this? While I was hesitating, Adrian messaged me: [During room check, I won’t help you. [I don’t recommend you get a room with your girlfriend so early, you don’t have the ability to be responsible yet.] I suddenly felt rebellious: [Stop lecturing me, Leo will help me tonight, I really might not go back today.] Leo said: [Don’t worry, bro will definitely help you.] Adrian didn’t reply to me for a long time. About five minutes later, Leo suddenly sent me a private message: [Why is Adrian weird, he just took his coat and went out with a gloomy face.] I didn’t think much. He probably has his own business. Around eight in the evening, someone knocked on my door. I asked: “Who is it?” Adrian’s voice sounded outside: “It’s me.” I opened the door in surprise: “How did you know I was here.” Adrian lowered his eyes: “Because the hotel you stay in is my family’s property.” Heard early on that Adrian is the son of the richest man in North City, family properties all over the country, indeed true. I was a bit nervous: “What are you here for?” Adrian looked at me, shook the bag in his hand: “Afraid you’d forget, brought you protection.” My face suddenly turned scorching red. His gaze swept inside, voice low: “Where’s your girlfriend?” I nervously pulled my clothes, started lying: “She… she hasn’t come yet.” Adrian’s face became even uglier. He slowly approached me, breath spraying on my neck: “Are you really going to do that kind of thing? Do you need me to teach you?” I retreated a step nervously: “No, no need, she has something to do tonight, not coming.” Adrian’s eyes fell on me: “Since that’s the case, can you accompany me tonight. “I’m a bit sad tonight.” 4 Adrian looked like he was really sad. I didn’t think much, invited Adrian into the hotel room. Finally, somehow things evolved into me drinking with Adrian. I couldn’t help asking him: “What’s wrong with you? Why are you sad?” Adrian gazed at me deeply: “The person I like always avoids me.” My heart suddenly skipped a beat: “You, you have someone you like?” Adrian hummed lightly “Mmh”. Now, my mood suddenly became messy. “Then, what kind of person is she?” “He, very beautiful, very hardworking, excellent academic performance, the only shortcoming is always trying to stay away from me.” I didn’t understand. Being liked by Adrian, what a lucky thing. Because of my deformed body, I didn’t even have the courage to like him. Because of sadness, I sipped wine mouthful by mouthful. Originally wanted to comfort myself with his photos after Adrian left, didn’t expect to be heartbroken before anything started. In the end, I got drunk, stood up swaying: “I’m going to shower.” Adrian supported me: “You can’t even stand steadily, let me help you to shower.” I shook him off: “Don’t need you!” I didn’t know where this inexplicable anger came from. I wanted to unbutton my shirt, but found my hands became clumsy, buttons wouldn’t open. “I’ll help you.” Adrian approached me, cold fingers brushed my bare chest, taking off my shirt easily. Then, his fingers slid down, about to take off my pants. I hurriedly pushed him away, guarding my belt tightly: “No need for pants.” I walked into the bathroom, took off my pants, found my underwear stained with blood again. Pants fell to ankles, my dignity also gone to nothing. The moment I smelled blood, I suddenly felt unprecedented anger. I turned on the shower, scrubbing myself hard as if punishing myself, washing this organ that shouldn’t grow on me. I washed hard, skin rubbed red by me. Water from the shower poured over my head, I couldn’t tell if I was crying. Just then, my foot accidentally stepped on the soap on the floor, fell heavily. Adrian opened the door hurriedly: “I heard a loud noise, are you hurt?” I had my back to him, legs spread, naked on the floor, uncovered. Then, I saw his pupils constrict. Bad! My secret was all seen by him.

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I was in the middle of using a… personal device when the boy next door suddenly barged in. I awkwardly pulled the covers over my head, thinking he wouldn’t see me, but then a hand reached under my blanket. 1 Ethan was two years older than me. We lived next door to each other and had been childhood friends since we were toddlers. But I never imagined there would come a day when he would catch me hiding under the covers, playing with a vibrating toy that should never see the light of day. I didn’t even know he was coming over. It wasn’t until my bedroom door clicked open and his tall figure appeared in the doorway that the blood rushed to my head. “Ah—!” I let out a short scream, my mind going blank. My only instinct was to yank the duvet over my head, covering myself completely. Doomed! Social death! I held my breath, praying he was just here to borrow a book or that my mom had sent him to call me for dinner, and that he would leave in the next second. Silence outside the duvet. However, the expected sound of the door closing didn’t come. Instead, steady footsteps approached my bed, step by step. My heart beat so fast it felt like it would jump out of my throat. Then, a warm, dry hand reached into my blanket without warning! “!” My whole body went rigid, toes curling against the sheets. I felt like I was going to faint from lack of oxygen. That hand had a clear target. It brushed precisely past my thigh and touched the little thing that was still vibrating slightly. Fingertips seemed to graze the skin of my thigh, sending a fatal shiver through me. Then, he deftly removed it, and the vibration stopped abruptly. Ethan’s low, calm voice came from outside the duvet: “Lily, why are you hiding under the covers? Your mom asked me to call you for dinner.” He paused. I could even imagine him examining the object in his hand. Then, his voice sounded with a hint of imperceptible amusement: “What is this?” My brain buzzed. In a moment of desperation, I shouted through the blanket in a muffled voice: “M-massage stick! My calf is cramping!” Yes, a massage stick. Perfect excuse! I’m a genius! It was quiet outside for a moment. He seemed to be judging the authenticity of this statement. Then, he gently tugged at the corner of my blanket, his tone unreadable: “Come out and eat. Or… do you need me to help you ‘massage’?” That sentence shot through my spine like an electric current. I clutched the duvet tightly, exposing only a pair of burning eyes, daring not look at him. Ethan stood by the bed, tall and straight, holding the “massage stick” in his hand, looking as composed as if he were examining a common tool. “I… I can do it myself.” My cheeks burned like fried eggs, my voice as small as a mosquito’s hum. He looked at me, a faint smile seemingly flitting across his deep eyes, so fast I thought it was an illusion. He didn’t continue the dangerous topic. Instead, he naturally and calmly put the little thing into his own pocket. “Your mom wants you downstairs for dinner,” he repeated, his gaze sweeping over my still-flushed face. He added flatly, “Lock the door next time you ‘massage’.” With that, he didn’t stay any longer. He turned and left my room, even thoughtfully closing the door behind him. I was left alone in the room with a heart about to explode. He took it?! Why did he take my stuff! And… and put it in his own pocket! That thing… it might still have… I dared not think further, burying my burning face deep in my knees. Ethan… what does he mean? 2 I spent ten minutes mentally preparing myself in my room before dawdling downstairs for dinner. At the dining table, my mom was enthusiastically serving Ethan food. “Ethan, eat more. If only Lily were as sensible as you, I’d worry less.” Ethan smiled politely. “You’re too kind, Auntie. Lily is great.” He looked completely at ease, as if the dominant and ambiguous man in my room just now was a hallucination. This realization made my ears hot, and I buried my head even lower. My mom, oblivious, continued to chatter: “Ethan, you’re an orthopedist, right? Lily’s been complaining about shoulder and neck pain from painting lately. She won’t go to the hospital. You should talk to her!” Ethan put down his chopsticks, his gaze seemingly inadvertently falling on me. His look was calm, yet it made me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles. The corners of his lips curved slightly, his tone warm and concerned: “Is that so? If your shoulder hurts…” He paused before continuing leisurely, “Just using a ‘massage stick’ for local massage might not be effective enough.” “Pfft—cough! Cough cough!” I choked on my rice, my whole face turning explosive red instantly. My mom quickly patted my back. “Child, why eat so fast!” She turned back to Ethan: “Exactly! I offered to buy her a neck massager, but she refused, saying she didn’t need it.” The smile in Ethan’s eyes deepened. He looked at me meaningfully. “Mm, Lily… does have her own ‘methods’ for relief. However, the tools might not be professional enough. Next time you’re uncomfortable, just tell me directly.” Every word was normal, but combined, they were like bombs dropping in my ears! What was he hinting at? How much did he know?! This meal was torture. Every second was suffering. He chatted naturally with my parents, occasionally steering the topic to me, each time precisely stepping on my nerve of shame. When he finally got up to leave, I almost collapsed in my chair, feeling like I had fought a tough battle. 3 That night, I lay in bed tossing and turning. The events of the day and Ethan’s meaningful words replayed in my mind. Shame, confusion, and an indescribable throb entangled together. Compelled by some mysterious force, I grabbed my phone, opened an anonymous forum, and typed a post with trembling fingers: [Confession] My neighbor brother, who is a doctor, caught me using a “massage stick”! He didn’t expose me then and even confiscated the toy, but he kept teasing me with words at the dinner table. I’m dying!!! Online waiting, urgent!!! Not long after the post went up, notifications started pinging. A skyscraper of replies built up instantly. “First! Waiting for updates!” “Wait, sister, the point is the massage stick. Why didn’t you dodge when he reached for it? That move itself is wild!” “Upstairs +1. And he mentioned it at dinner? He’s definitely doing it on purpose! It’s too easy for a doctor to verify if you really had a cramp. He’s just teasing you! Enjoying your panic. This guy has high-level game!” “Just imagining it makes my toes curl… but honestly, why do I ship it? Calm and restrained neighbor brother VS socially dead childhood sweetheart. This plot is bestseller material!” “Suggest OP play along! Next time he mentions it, flirt back. Like, ‘The effect is indeed mediocre. Do you have a better recommendation, brother?’” Reading these replies, the heat on my face rose again. These netizens have sharp eyes! Their words were like keys trying to pry open my closed heart. Just then, a reply quickly upvoted to the top jumped out. Sharp and to the point: “What are you afraid of? He’s clearly interested in you. Men know men’s games best. Attack directly. Just ask him: ‘Brother, you took my stuff… do you want to demonstrate how to use it personally?’ Guaranteed he’ll be more flustered than you.” “Boom—” I felt all the blood rush to my head. This reply… too bold, too naked! It was like stripping my guilt and secret expectations bare under the sun. But a voice deep inside screamed: They’re right! Ethan’s behavior can’t be explained by just being a “brother”! With trembling fingers, I liked that reply, as if injecting myself with a bit of lonely courage. 4 The reply “Attack directly” planted a seed of rebellion in my heart, growing wildly overnight. The next day, I was restless all day. Holding a paintbrush, the lines I drew were messy. My mind was full of Ethan’s calm face and that bold reply. Courage comes and goes quickly. By evening, that bit of courage was drowned by anxiety. I rolled around on the bed hugging my pillow, wanting to retreat countless times. But thinking of his ease at the dinner table, as if everything was under his control, a refusal to admit defeat bubbled up again. Why am I the only one in chaos? Taking a deep breath, I jumped out of bed, changed out of my pajamas into a decent T-shirt and shorts, took a few deep breaths in front of the mirror, and then opened the door like I was marching to my death. The hallway was quiet. I stood at his door, raising and lowering my hand repeatedly, my heart beating like a rabbit. Finally, I closed my eyes, steeled my heart, and rang the doorbell. Footsteps approached from inside, and the door opened. Ethan stood at the door. He seemed to have just showered, his black hair wet, a few strands hanging unruly on his forehead, less rigorous than during the day, more lazy and domestic. He wore a simple gray cotton T-shirt and lounge pants, smelling of fresh body wash. Seeing me, a clear surprise flashed in his eyes, quickly returning to calm. He stepped aside: “Lily? What’s up?” “I… I came to get my stuff.” I tried to make my voice sound righteous, but a slight tremor betrayed me. “Stuff?” He raised an eyebrow, as if not reacting. “It’s… what you took from me yesterday… that, massage stick.” The last two words were almost mumbled in my throat, my cheeks heating up uncontrollably. He realized, the corner of his lips seeming to curve. He turned to walk inside: “Come in. Close the door.” I followed him into the study. This was the corner of his house I was most familiar with. Walls full of books, a neat desk, the air filled with the faint scent of books and his clean aura. He walked behind the desk but didn’t open the drawer immediately. Instead, he leaned leisurely against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, looking at me. “Why the sudden rush to get it back?” he asked, eyes calm, like inquiring about an illness. “Cramping again?” Nowhere to hide under his gaze, I bit the bullet and followed my drafted script: “No! Just… just felt that it’s my personal item. It’s inappropriate to leave it with you.” “Oh?” He dragged out the syllable, suddenly taking two steps closer to me. His tall figure brought invisible pressure. I instinctively stepped back, but my calves hit the edge of the soft sofa, and I fell onto it. He leaned over, hands propping on the back of the sofa on either side of me, completely enveloping me in his shadow. The fresh scent after a bath mixed with strong male hormones dominantly occupied all my senses. “Where is it inappropriate?” He lowered his head, gaze locking onto me, voice low and bewitching. “I’m a doctor. Helping you verify the compliance of a ‘medical device,’ isn’t that just right?” His face was very close. I could clearly see his long eyelashes and the deep darkness in his eyes. My heart was about to jump out of my throat. That sentence from the forum spammed my brain. Go for it! I looked up, meeting his gaze, trying not to let my voice tremble: “Brother, you took it… Could it be, you want to demonstrate personally… the correct way to use it?” The moment the words fell, the muscles in Ethan’s arms propped on the sofa seemed to tighten. The calm deep sea in his eyes suddenly surged with huge waves. Something strongly suppressed and highly aggressive broke through the ice. He stared at me, a look that seemed ready to devour me. The room was quiet, leaving only my heart beating like a drum and his gradually deepening breathing. Suddenly, he laughed. Not his usual gentle, faint smile, but one with a hint of roguishness, control, and amusement. “Lily Lin,” he called my full name, voice terribly hoarse and burning hot. “Do you know the consequences of provoking a doctor?” Before I could react, he pinched my chin, applying slight pressure with his thumb. “Close your eyes.” A commanding tone, unquestionable. Like under a spell, my eyelashes trembled, and I obediently closed my eyes. The next second, burning, soft lips pressed down with irresistible force, completely sealing my breath and thoughts.

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I am intersex. Due to physical needs, I found a friend-with-benefits on an app. I never expected to hit the jackpot on my first try. The man had eight-pack abs, a slim waist, and long legs. He wore a black fox mask, incredibly alluring. In bed, he called me “baby,” “wifey,” and whispered dirty talk all night long. Later, I slacked off during a meeting to secretly message him. The other phone on the conference table suddenly rang with a familiar notification sound. …That was my boss’s phone. 1 “Want another round?” I shook my head, enduring the soreness in my waist and abdomen, and pushed him away. “No more.” “I have work tomorrow.” My voice was hoarse from shouting all night. I coughed a few times. A hand with distinct knuckles passed me a glass of water, bringing it to my lips. I drank a few sips from his hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw several scratch marks on Liam’s well-defined abs. My ears started to burn again. Liam was truly an excellent bed partner. Just a bit wicked in bed. The kind who coaxed but wouldn’t stop. Last night, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I reached out and scratched him. …Quite hard, too. I lifted the quilt and saw deep and shallow hickeys all around my navel piercing. I pouted. He wasn’t much better off. I got my navel piercing recently. Liam laughed, “Only bad kids get this kind of piercing.” I retorted stubbornly, “I’m not a bad kid.” “I like bad kids too.” “Very beautiful,” his voice husky. “I like it very much. I like every inch of you.” Such a flirt. Sweet words by the basketful. Turning my head, I saw Liam already dressed. The marks all over his body were covered by clothes, giving him a refined yet scoundrel look. He bent down and rubbed my earlobe, “See you next time, little bunny.” I opened my mouth. A kiss fell. “See you next time.” The door closed. I took off the bunny mask I wore all night and placed it by the bedside. 2 My body has been different from others since birth. I am intersex. But I never felt inferior about my body. So I always socialized and dated normally. But my ex-boyfriend, after learning my secret, Looked at me with disgust. “A monster neither male nor female. Jaime, you are disgusting.” Since then, I started to fear relationships. But due to strong physical needs, a friend recommended I download this dating app. I didn’t have much hope. Because the people on it were not very normal. Daily private messages were either asking to see that or legs. Just as I was about to uninstall it. I saw a user’s profile picture, a very beautiful hand, distinct knuckles, resting casually. Compelled by some force, I swiped right, indicating interest. Soon, a match was successful. We chatted for a few days, surprisingly hitting it off. When we first met, I was very nervous. Because of my body different from ordinary people. I was afraid of seeing disgust and rejection in the other person’s eyes. I stammered, “My… down there is a bit different from others, do you… want to see?” He replied softly, “May I?” I was shy under his serious gaze, my whole body hot. Thought this date would probably be ruined too. But he suddenly pulled me onto his lap. Voice husky. “Very beautiful.” “I like it very much.” We were very compatible. So next, we tacitly continued to maintain contact. 3 Leaving work today, colleagues talked about a new boss. “Heard he’s super handsome!” “Meeting soon, we can see the boss’s face then.” I wasn’t interested. Because I was tormented too hard by Liam last night. So today I was still a bit groggy, just wanted to sleep. “Hope he’s normal.” In the conference room, I saw the new boss. Very tall, great figure, face undoubtedly handsome. Chest muscles were also big. Filling out the fitted shirt with a sexy curve. Tsk, Liam’s chest muscles were also big. Felt good too. Hard as iron when tense, fun to squeeze when relaxed. Just as my thoughts wandered off. The boss’s cold voice sounded. “My name is Ethan Sterling. Please take care of me in the future.” Colleague screamed in my ear, “Even the name sounds so good!” I frowned. Sterling? Liam’s last name is also Sterling. Too much of a coincidence. But this thought only flashed through my mind. I was really too sleepy. After the meeting, I immediately rushed to my secret spot, preparing to smoke a cigarette to wake up. Just lit it, haven’t taken a few puffs. Sound of leather shoes on tiles came from behind. Turning my head, Ethan looked at me expressionlessly. “Put it out.” “Didn’t you hear in the meeting that smoking is not allowed in the company?” Me: “……” “Sorry, Mr. Sterling, won’t happen next time.” Too sleepy, really didn’t hear. Does he have a dog nose?! I scurried back to my desk. Colleague: “Finished so fast, didn’t slack off a bit more?” I rolled my eyes, “Caught by the boss, said no smoking.” “Controlling so much, like an old fogey.” Colleague looked left and right, lowered voice, “Say less, this could get you beheaded!” “Guess why he became a boss so young? Must be a great nepo baby, probably family letting him play boss.” “Just let him be.” Me: “……” Capitalism, you really won. 4 Thanks to Ethan, my mood was terrible all day. Near the end of work, squatting in the toilet, couldn’t help opening the app to complain to Liam. [New boss came today, so strict.] Liam replied half a minute later, [What happened?] [Nothing, just lots of things not allowed, annoying.] [Don’t be annoyed, baby.] Next second, Liam transferred 5200. My hand went soft, almost dropped the phone in the toilet. Who taught him this habit of transferring money at the drop of a hat? Taught well. But forget it. We are just in a pure FWB relationship. I returned the money, joking, [No need to comfort me, just be gentler next time.] [My waist hurts all day today!] Liam replied, [But you clearly don’t like me gentle.] [Last time I was a bit forceful, you were more excited…] Damn! What is he saying! My face instantly exploded red. Noise of door opening came from the stall, I glanced out, typing fast, [Still at work!] [Sorry, baby.] This one was a voice message. Liam definitely did it on purpose. I didn’t dare play it loud, put it to my ear to listen. Liam’s tone carried a smile, making one tingle. [Want to see you soon.] I bit my lip, starting to tease him too. [Sure hubby, what color navel piercing do you want to see next time?]

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Three years after we broke up. I ran into Lucas Sterling again at a luxury hotel. I was the front desk receptionist. He checked into the Presidential Suite with a woman on his arm. That night, I received three calls from his room. The first time, he said, “The sheets are dirty. Change them.” I sent housekeeping up to handle it. Two hours later, he called again to change the sheets. I complied. At 2 AM, he called a third time. I politely refused before he could even speak: “I’m sorry, sir, housekeeping has already clocked out.” The man chuckled softly, his voice careless: “Then you come up and change them.” 1 I ignored him and hung up the phone. I work at the front desk; I have no reason to do housekeeping’s job. My colleague leaned in, asking mysteriously: “Was that the guy in the Presidential Suite again?” Seeing me nod, she covered her mouth and giggled: “Making housekeeping change the sheets three times in one night… that stamina is impressive!” “But you said housekeeping clocked out. What did he say?” I told her honestly: “He told me to go up and change them.” My colleague froze, then laughed sarcastically. “Does staying in the Presidential Suite make you amazing? No respect for people.” “Does he think the hotel is his house? Treating us receptionists like 24-hour servants…” Before she could finish, the phone in front of her rang abruptly. She cleared her throat and picked it up. The next second, she respectfully addressed the manager. I don’t know what was said on the other end. My colleague suddenly widened her eyes and looked at me. “You’re saying… send Emily to the Presidential Suite to change the sheets right now?” 2 Fifteen minutes later, I stood at the door of the Presidential Suite, bracing myself to ring the bell. Lucas answered the door wearing a bathrobe. Seeing it was me, he stepped aside to let me in. The faint sound of splashing water came from the bathroom. He led me to the bedroom. Then he sat himself down on the nearby sofa. Calmly, he put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. I silently lifted the duvet. The water stain on the sheet caught my eye unexpectedly. It felt like a punch to the chest. A dull ache throbbed in my heart. He blew smoke rings, his tone carrying a hint of lazy satisfaction: “Sorry about that. My girlfriend is quite… reactive. Can’t sleep without changing them.” “Please hurry, she’s a bit tired.” I tried to maintain my composure: “Five minutes.” I moved quickly, stripping the dirty linens and putting on fresh ones. When I was done, I picked up the dirty sheets, ready to leave. He suddenly approached, pinning me tightly against the edge of the bed, blocking my way. As he leaned in further, I stumbled and fell back onto the bed. The next second, I was pinned firmly beneath him, unable to move. The water in the bathroom was still running. I clenched my hands, gripping the edge of the bed, trying hard to stand up. But the strength disparity was too great; I couldn’t move him an inch. I frowned, pushing against his chest, my voice low: “Your girlfriend will misunderstand. Let me up.” The man’s eyes were cold and sharp, his breath heavy with alcohol as it hit my ear: “After all these years, I still can’t figure it out.” “Why did you cheat on me with him back then?” 3 The sound of water in the bathroom stopped abruptly. He remained unmoved. In a panic, I bit his arm. He frowned and groaned, his grip loosening slightly. I seized the opportunity to push him away and fled with the linens. Just as the door was closing, a woman’s soft voice drifted out: “You’re so annoying. If you make someone change the sheets again, I’ll be too embarrassed to see anyone tomorrow.” “…” I couldn’t hear his reply clearly. Walking down the silent corridor, my racing heart slowly calmed down. I had imagined what it would be like if we ever met again. But I never thought that three years later, he would hate me this much. It would have been better if we had never crossed paths again in this life. 4 Back at the front desk, my colleague leaned over to gossip. “Do you know who the guest in the Presidential Suite is?” It was late, and I was tired, not in the mood to chat. But she got more excited as she spoke: “I just looked him up online. He’s actually the young master of the Sterling family from淮City.” I said indifferently: “It’s against the rules to look up guest information.” “I was just curious!” “No wonder a single call from him could alert our manager even at 2 AM.” She continued to share like a machine gun: “A quick search online shows the massive hundred-billion-dollar inheritance war of the Sterling family three years ago!” “This Young Master Sterling actually fell seriously ill at a critical moment back then, almost losing his inheritance rights.” “He had a girlfriend at the time, his first love too. She was so opportunistic. Seeing he was about to die, she actually cheated on him at his lowest point.” “The guy was still lying in the ICU, and that woman turned around and went with another man. It almost killed him back then! Luckily, he pulled through.” “People online are still cursing this woman to this day. Simply devoid of conscience. She must be regretting it so much now, watching the position of Mrs. Sterling fly away just like that.” “By the way, I haven’t told you the most shocking part yet. Do you know who she cheated with?” My colleague’s noisy voice buzzed in my ears. “Yeah, I know.” She raised her voice slightly: “You know? You read the news too?” I slowly turned my head, looking calmly at her surprised expression. “I don’t need to read the news.” “I am that cheating first girlfriend.” The expression on her face froze instantly, and she didn’t recover for a long time.

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I foolishly pined after Alex for three years. He hated using condoms. After we were done, he’d always stand there, shirtless, his back covered in scratch marks, smoking a cigarette with his back to me. He’d say it like he was doing me a favor: “What are you afraid of? If you get pregnant, we’ll just get married.” A month later, staring at the two lines on the pregnancy test, I chose not to tell him. Instead, I broke up with him, abruptly and completely. Later, he saw me at the abortion clinic. I was holding my belly, chatting with a pregnant woman next to me: “Don’t look at how much I cried when we broke up. If I really had to carry his child, I wouldn’t dare.” “I know the difference between crying into a pillow and crying holding a baby.” “Dating is fine, but for marriage? I have other options.” 1 The day I found out I was pregnant, I went to the club Alex frequented. Just as I was about to push the door open, I heard them discussing which brand of condoms felt the best. Someone joked, “Ask Alex. He has a girlfriend, he must have the most experience.” A moment later, I heard Alex speak carelessly: “Condoms? Never used them.” The person next to him paused. “Never? Aren’t you afraid Summer will get pregnant?” Alex lit a cigarette, his voice wrapped in smoke: “It’s fine. She remembers to take the pill after every time.” The room exploded. “Damn, you really trained her well.” Alex chuckled lazily. “She’s obedient. I know every mole on her body.” Someone couldn’t help but ask, “Alex, what if Summer really gets pregnant?” Alex paused, then spoke slowly: “If she gets pregnant, we’ll get married.” “Summer is sensible, and we get along. Marrying her wouldn’t be hard to accept.” Someone teased him, “If I recall correctly, you used to change girlfriends every week. Are you really ready to settle down?” Alex smirked indifferently. “Isn’t she not pregnant yet?” “I don’t want to think that far ahead.” “If I get bored, I’ll just find a decent reason to break up. She’s obedient.” “Besides, she’s a people pleaser. Every time we break up, she never blames me. She always reflects on herself first, then hugs me and apologizes.” “Last time I wanted to try it in the car on a whim. She refused, so I just scared her a little, said we’d break up if she didn’t agree, and she gave in.” People around him clicked their tongues. “Damn, so easy to fool.” Alex lowered his eyes, his voice softening. “She is too easy to fool, that’s why I don’t want anyone else to trick her.” “Good thing she met me. If she met a bad guy, that crybaby would lose her voice crying.” “Might as well keep her around. I can look after her, give me peace of mind.” Someone laughed. “So Alex is running a charity now.” “But you really have to watch her closely. With a face like Summer’s, who wouldn’t want to play?” “Innocent face, killer body. That ass is like a peach, ripe for the picking.” “If she were my girlfriend, I’d die happy.” Alex glanced at him coldly. “You? Don’t even think about it.” After a moment, as if remembering something, his gaze softened a bit: “But she really is innocent. No matter how many times we do it, she cries like it’s her first time.” “Honestly, if I really had to leave her, I’d be reluctant.” The people in the room teased him about becoming a lover boy. Just then, someone threw out a question: “Seriously Alex, if Summer gets pregnant, are you really settling down for her?” “Speaking of which, didn’t you get together with her just to spite your white moonlight, Bella?” “Bella seems to have broken up recently, and she’s working at your company. Isn’t your chance here?” This time, Alex stared at the floor in a daze. The cigarette tip glowed red. He didn’t speak for a long time. 2 I looked at the two lines on the pregnancy test. Actually, I wasn’t here to tell him I was pregnant. I was here because his friend called me, saying he was drunk and asking me to pick him up. Seeing Alex distracted by the mention of Bella actually made me sigh in relief. In fact, since the moment I realized I might be pregnant, I had been thinking about how to break up with him. Alex got together with me back then indeed because of Bella. There is a type of person in this world. Never suffered, never faced setbacks, speaking with a naive beauty of someone who’s never known hunger. Bella was that kind of person. She was my roommate. Every morning, she would look in the mirror, clench her fist, and sweetly cheer herself on: “Good morning, Bella! You are the warmest little sun, do your best today too!” When Alex pursued Bella, the whole school knew about the spectacle. Roses, luxury goods, thrown at her like money meant nothing. If she casually mentioned liking a bag, that bag would be at our dorm door the next day, costing three years of my part-time wages. Alex was eye-catching, standing out in the crowd. The moment he appeared, he was the focus of the school. Every time he showed up under the academic building, people secretly took photos of him. He didn’t care, just leaning against the doorframe, playing on his phone, waiting for Bella. Six-foot-two, wearing a windbreaker like a runway model. Even the wind seemed to favor him. No exaggeration, even his hair was perfect to the extreme. The first time I saw him, he was confessing to Bella with hands in his pockets. A face that looked mixed-race, high nose bridge, sharp jawline, a smile with a hint of lazy roguishness. Most importantly, he was rich. At the freshman gala, the principal personally accompanied his father to the VIP seats. His natural nobility wasn’t built on luxury goods. Sometimes I felt. Alex and Bella were the protagonists of this world. They had an innate sense of superiority. All good things would fall into their laps. And me. I was just a broken school beauty with a dead mom, a gambling dad, a sick grandma, working three jobs a day just to survive. An insignificant supporting character in their lives. Bella asked me why I worked three jobs. I explained patiently: “Because I have no money.” She almost rolled her eyes to the sky: “If you have no money, ask your dad. Why pretend to be so stressed every day, is it necessary?” I didn’t know how to make her understand my situation, only said softly: “My dad is my biggest stress.” Maybe because she never tasted the bitterness of life, she just didn’t like Alex. Instead, she fell for a poor, chauvinistic jock who was full of sweet words. He always gave cheap things. Every time Valentine’s Day approached, the jock would break up with her. But after Valentine’s Day, he would humble himself to reconcile with Bella. Bella didn’t notice anything wrong. But I was sensitive to money. I knew that man just didn’t want to waste money on a gift. Sometimes, I reminded her to stay away from him. She questioned me aggrievedly: “Summer, you’re so weird. Why do you always think so badly of people? Is it because… you’re jealous that no one holds you in their palm and loves you?” I stopped talking. Once on my way to the library, I saw Alex arguing with Bella in his luxury car. Alex threw the flowers meant for Bella on the ground, raising an eyebrow: “You’re dating? Why didn’t you tell me? “Is it fun playing me like this? “Where am I worse than him, huh?” Bella lifted her chin: “Alex, someone like you only knows how to throw money at me. You don’t understand love at all.” I thought Alex would show sadness. But I was wrong. Alex chuckled low. That laugh carried self-mockery and indifference: “I don’t need to understand. “I have money, naturally people will line up to love me.” He curled his finger at me standing nearby: “Hey, I’ll give you money, you come love me.” I froze. A long time later, I heard my own voice. “Okay.” I thought I was solving a problem for Bella. But Bella’s face sank instantly: “Summer, are you that cheap? “You pick up even things I don’t want?” I didn’t defend myself. I only knew my grandma was still in the hospital waiting for fees, and my father was pressing for gambling debts. I needed money. A lot of money. Enough money to pull me out of the mud. 3 After getting together, Alex was indeed good to me. When my father lost money and came to school to force me for money, Alex somehow made him never come again. Grandma’s medical bills were settled in one go, and she was transferred to a VIP ward in the city hospital. The nurse sent photos of her smiling in the sun every day. He could solve everything for me effortlessly. He made me quit all my part-time jobs. He showered me with gifts every day, surprising me in various ways. From designer bags to custom jewelry. I casually mentioned wanting to take a finance class, and the next day he hired a private tutor to come to school. Following him, I learned to read financial reports, make investments, and gradually mastered many skills to make money. Besides that, we hugged, kissed, and even got a room like normal couples. My first time, he was shirtless, his pale shoulder lines taut and smooth. When he leaned down to kiss me, the silver chain around his neck rested against his beautiful collarbone, swaying gently with his movements. My heart raced, almost hypoxic. He laughed softly: “Dummy. “Next time we kiss, remember to breathe.” Alex’s desire was truly strong, and I had to cater to his whims. He didn’t like using condoms, so I took the pill. He sought excitement, so I accompanied him to unlock various locations to keep it fresh. But he was indeed a jerk. After being with me, the women around him didn’t decrease. He never refused anyone. His social media showed intimate photos with various influencers. At banquets, women held his arm ambiguously, and he never pushed them away. Some women even called me directly, their tone provocative. I cried about this once. He didn’t care at all: “I’m dating you, not becoming a monk. “If you can’t handle it, fine, I won’t force you. “Then break up. I’ll find someone who can handle it.” Later, I became sensible and said nothing. In fact, I wasn’t as obedient as he said. I’m a woman, I also need appropriate release. Alex was handsome and rich, the best choice available. He was indeed charming. I have to say, he really pulled me up when my life was at its lowest. I was grateful to him. And I genuinely liked him. But he was that kind of person. Born at the top of the pyramid. He didn’t understand love, and would never know how to love you. But occasionally he would coax you like a lover. When he was inside, if you cried pain, he would cup your face, kissing you over and over, saying he loved you. He was a spoiled mad dog, but as long as you petted him the right way, he would care about you a little bit. Such a person was fine for dating. But I never thought about spending the rest of my life with him. I was twenty-seven, I couldn’t play anymore. I also wanted to find a suitable opportunity. To break up with him. 4 After returning from the club. Alex drank with friends and came home very late. The next day, Alex called me, voice lazy with sleep: “Summer, bring a file to the company for me, I need it for a meeting.” At the company, I accidentally saw Bella. Bella wore a washed-out business suit, holding a stack of files, hair combed meticulously, but couldn’t hide the awkwardness in her eyes. A few days ago, my university friend told me. Bella’s dad’s factory went under. The boyfriend she was discussing marriage with ran off with the last bit of money. Now she was a bottom-level clerk in Alex’s company, not even qualified to see him. Seeing me, Bella froze. She covered her mouth in surprise: “You’re Summer? How did you change so much, you were clearly…” Before she finished. Alex’s lazy voice came from behind. “Summer, where’s my file?” He walked over, hugging me naturally from behind, rubbing his chin against the back of my head. The movement was intimate, as if done thousands of times. Bella looked at the successful Alex, feeling a sense of loss. Her lips pressed into a line, fingertips pinching the edge of the file, knuckles white. But Alex was never intimate with me at the company. I knew he was doing it for Bella to see. The second time I saw Bella was on my fifth anniversary with Alex. Alex booked the most high-end five-star restaurant. At the table, he suddenly said to me: “I invited Bella, you don’t mind, right?” Seeing me stunned. He laughed: “What are you nervous about? Just wanted her to help us take some couple photos.” When Bella arrived. Alex leaned close to me familiarly, took my phone from my arms and handed it to her. “Make us look good.” He spoke with a smile, gaze on me, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Bella’s hand holding the phone trembled. This reaction seemed to please Alex. He put his arm around my waist, deliberately pulling me closer, whispering in my ear: “Baby, smile. Five year anniversary.” His breath brushed my ear, as if he would kiss me the next second. But I could feel Alex was absent-minded talking to me, peripheral vision always on Bella. “Enough…” Bella suddenly put down the phone, voice choking, tears falling like broken pearls. “Alex, I know I was immature back then, I rejected you. But why do you have to humiliate me like this? “Deliberately treating her so well in front of me, deliberately making me take photos of you… Do you think it’s fun to see me sad, see me regret? “We knew each other anyway, I never did anything sorry to you… why must you bully me?” She trembled with crying, looking at Alex full of grievance. Alex’s body stiffened. I felt his grip on my shoulder hurt. Bella threw my phone on the ground, wiped her tears and ran away. Alex cursed low: “F*ck.” He pushed me away, grabbed his jacket and chased after her. I squatted down, picking up my phone. The screen was shattered. On our five-year anniversary, Alex left me there alone.

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On the night my childhood friend got drunk, the secret that I am intersex was exposed. After things went too far, I fled the country overnight. Years later, I bumped into him at the gate of a kindergarten. He looked at the little girl beside me, his face darkening. “You’re married? “And this child… why does she look so much like me?” 1 “Can I bite here?” His familiar voice whispered in my ear. Causing ripples to spread through my body. I couldn’t see his face clearly. But I knew who he was. Lucas. The childhood friend I had secretly loved for years. After graduating high school, while tossing and turning over college applications, I realized my feelings for Lucas were different from ordinary brotherhood. But I couldn’t break that barrier. Not just because I’m a man. But because I’m intersex. A monster in other people’s eyes. I cautiously spent four years with him in college. On the day of graduation, we drank too much. I hugged him, borrowing courage from the alcohol. I just wanted to hold him for a moment and let go. But I don’t know who made the first move. Later, things spiraled out of control. He was drunk and seemed to mistake me for someone else. My secret was exposed that night. “Why is it a bit different?” Lucas looked at me, his face flushed. His gaze was unfocused. Fortunately, he blacks out when he drinks too much. “So strange.” He muttered while making me want to cry. “Do you like it?” He asked. Breathing became louder and louder. My heartbeat couldn’t hide the throbbing. Like. Always liked. Just as I was about to say it. Suddenly, I was pushed. “Daddy, why are you crying? Time to get up.” 2 I looked at my daughter, exquisitely carved like jade, beside the bed. I shook my head, realizing I had dreamed of him again. After that night, fearing Lucas would remember I was a monster, I ran away overnight to study abroad. Didn’t finish studying, but had a cub. Abroad, I just said my wife ran away and left the child with me. Everyone looked at me with sympathy. I got up to cook for Mia. My phone kept notifying me. The gaming group chat with my childhood friends was blowing up. [Lucas is getting married. Damn, he’s actually the first among us brothers.] [I’ve seen the girl, very beautiful. They make a perfect couple.] [Tagging Asher. Tell him to come back for the wedding and be the best man. weren’t they close? Why no news after going abroad?] I looked at the messages tagging me. My gaze fell on the engagement party invitation. Although I knew Lucas would marry a woman, seeing it still stung my heart. Mia finished her eggs and asked, “Daddy, when can I go to kindergarten?” She’s already three. Can’t stay abroad forever; she needs a proper education. I put down my phone and wiped the corner of her mouth. “Next month, we go back for school.” 3 I took Mia home. My parents didn’t expect me to come back with a child after one trip. Half joy, half worry. They thought I was deceived by a bad woman abroad. After handling the admission to the international school. I was worried Mia wouldn’t adapt and would cry. At dismissal time, I waited early at the kindergarten gate. Mia came out beaming, telling me kindergarten was fun and she made new friends. I carried her backpack. Turned around and bumped into an acquaintance. Lucas was more composed than in his student days, his phoenix eyes always carrying a faint smile, polite yet distant. He wore an expensive suit, looking like he just came from the company. Various words for a long-awaited reunion flashed through my mind. Finally, I only managed to stutter one sentence. “Long time no see.” “When did you come back? Why didn’t you say anything?” “Just came back recently, haven’t had time to notify anyone.” Lucas glanced at the child beside me. Mia was also secretly observing him. She tugged at me and whispered, “Daddy, this uncle is so handsome, like a star on TV.” The smile in Lucas’s eyes faded. “You’re married? When?” “No, unmarried parent.” “Who’s the mother?” “Um… someone I loved.” I tried to cover it up. “You don’t know her.” He sneered. “Suddenly left the country without a word, lost contact for so long. Turns out you went to chase love?” “…” I wasn’t that devoted. I was just afraid my secret would be exposed, so I became a deserter. “Why are you here? Picking up a child too? You’re an unmarried parent too?” I remembered his engagement and imagined a dramatic shotgun wedding scenario. Lucas was expressionless: “I wasn’t as fast as you. I’m picking someone up.” Just as I was about to ask who. Mia suddenly laughed: “Hello, Miss Jiang.” Miss Jiang greeted her, walked to Lucas’s side, glanced at me, and naturally took Lucas’s arm. “So you’re Mia’s father? Mia is very cute. She was the most active in the first class today.” Mia is a chatterbox, playful everywhere. I responded with a few polite words, staring at their intimate distance. Didn’t expect the child’s homeroom teacher to be Lucas’s fiancée. What a coincidence. Noticing my gaze, Miss Jiang asked and found out Lucas and I were childhood friends. “Would you like to have dinner together? We were planning to go to a nearby restaurant.” Miss Jiang smiled beautifully, her manners impeccable. I shook my head, “No thanks, you guys go ahead.” I didn’t want to be a third wheel, so I said goodbye and left with the child. Miss Jiang was still asking Lucas softly about which flowers to choose for the engagement party. I looked back. They really were a perfect match. If I were a normal person, maybe I could try pursuing him. But I didn’t even qualify to enter the competition. 4 Later, every time I went to pick up the child, I would bump into Lucas. He really liked Miss Jiang. Kindergarten dismissed at 3:30 every day, and he was always on time to pick her up from work. Didn’t he need to work? Must have inherited the family business. My parents were ordinary university professors, incomparable to his wealthy family background. In student days, everyone lived in the courtyard, mixing together like mud children. Growing up, the more I realized the vast difference between us. I found a job at a design company nearby. Occasionally when busy, I’d ask my friend Daniel to pick up the child. Daniel was also a returnee I met abroad. On a rainy day, Daniel said he didn’t pick up the child. My heart tightened, and I quickly called Miss Jiang. She said the weather was bad, she didn’t feel safe handing the child to a stranger, so Lucas took Mia away. Hearing the name Lucas, my temples throbbed. I never told Mia about her origins, wanting to wait until she grew up. But she talked a lot. Being with Lucas, I was afraid he would find out something. I rushed to the Villa District. Soaked by the heavy rain. When the butler opened the door, the sound of cartoons came from inside. Mia: “Uncle, I’ve seen you before. My daddy has your photo on his phone. He often…” “Mia!” I quickly interrupted her. “Daddy.” She rushed over to hug me. “Look, Uncle bought me so many toys.” The sofa was full of dolls, somewhat incongruous with the cold, luxurious interior. Lucas had quite a few sparkly stickers on his clothes, his hair messy. It seemed Mia had given him a hard time. I thanked Lucas and wanted to leave with the child. He pulled me back. “It’s windy outside. You’re soaked, you’ll get sick.” “It’s okay, I’ll just take a taxi.” “You’re okay, but what about the child?” “…” I looked at him and admitted defeat. Because of my physical condition, Mia was premature and weak. She really couldn’t handle the cold wind. “Go dry your hair. Dinner is ready. After you eat, I’ll have someone drive you.” Lucas said, already asking the maid to prepare towels and clothes.

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