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The night I asked for a divorce, I walked into his room wearing lingerie. He didn’t hesitate—one hand pinned my wrist above my head, the other slid slowly down my waist, deliberate, possessive. I was forced against him, fully aware of how his body reacted, unmistakably. He lowered his head and bit my earlobe. I hooked my leg around his ankle and pulled him closer. Then he stopped. He looked at me, desire bare in his eyes, and said, “Do you know what this means?” 0I had been in a contract marriage with Noah Thorne, the incubus CEO, for three years without any real relationship. The day I proposed divorce, he calmly agreed, but suddenly pop-up comments appeared above his head: “Bro’s already got the custom-sized handcuffs in the basement and still playing gentleman? Sure.” “Girl, the second you sign, you’ll wake up next to that creep you hate.” “The kidnapping arc is here! With all that pent-up rage, it’s gonna be wild. Aren’t incubuses supposed to have barbs? Little villainess is about to pass out…” “Smh. If you’d been even slightly nice to him, this yandere would’ve worshiped you. Now love’s twisted into obsession…” My hand trembled as I was about to sign. I looked up at the expressionless man before me: “Um, maybe we shouldn’t get divorced after all.” “What?” Noah’s thin eyelids flickered slightly, his tone indifferent. His nonchalant attitude made me wonder if I had imagined those pop-up comments. I took a deep breath, put down the half-signed pen, and scrambled for an explanation: “I suddenly don’t want a divorce anymore. We’ve been together for three years, we’re used to each other’s presence. To be honest, I think I’d miss you…” As I trailed off, the man’s expression grew increasingly confused. I lost my confidence and my voice got softer and softer. My marriage to Noah had been an accident. Five years ago, ever since a poor intern named Tina Sterling joined the company, my smooth-sailing life had fallen apart. My childhood sweetheart, who had promised to take care of me for life, fell for her instead. He publicly broke off our engagement, humiliating me. Even my usually doting parents inexplicably took Tina’s side. Consumed by jealousy, I impulsively married Noah Thorne, the rumored cold and vicious incubus CEO that everyone avoided, just to prove I wasn’t unwanted. For three years after the wedding, I kept trying to get back at Tina but failed miserably each time. Either Noah would find out and stop me in advance, or my schemes would backfire spectacularly. Recently, my attempts to frame Tina were exposed. I became a social pariah, with many friends cutting ties. I knew Noah had always despised my vicious behavior and favored Tina. I figured I might as well dump him first before he could abandon me like the others. It would at least make me look more in control. When I texted about wanting a divorce, Noah was in the middle of an important meeting. But he called back almost immediately. “Reason?” His voice came through the phone. I laughed maliciously: “Last time I accidentally saw your tail when the bathroom door wasn’t closed properly. It was all slimy and gross.” So now when I said I “couldn’t bear to leave him”, it was so unconvincing that even I didn’t believe it… “You’re sure you don’t want a divorce?” Instead of the expected cold laughter, the man’s deep voice snapped me back to reality. “I don’t want to divorce for now.” I studied Noah’s expression, but saw no trace of joy on his face. “As you wish.” After a few seconds, he took the half-signed divorce agreement on the table and put it through the shredder. The pop-up comments appeared again: “What’s with the villainess? Did she finally gain a brain cell?” “Is Lila finally scheming to use Noah? Might be too late though—his hatred’s already rooted.” “Did you see his smirk when he shredded the papers? Dude was terrified she’d change her mind!” “Keep it up girl, don’t stop! Go all in! Noah’s a yandere incubus with no morals, and you’re the villainess. You two are perfect match. If you win him over, taking down Tina will be a piece of cake!” 0

It took me an afternoon to process everything. I finally understood that the world I lived in was actually a romance novel. Tina was the female lead, while I was the evil supporting character destined to be imprisoned to death by the male lead. No wonder everyone who got close to Tina was drawn to her, as if the whole world revolved around her. There was too much information to take in today. After showering that night, I opened my phone hoping to relax my mind a bit, only to see an onslaught of hateful comments. All my social media accounts had been flooded. Netizens were defending Tina and criticizing me. My ex-fiancé Ethan sent me a Snapchat message: “Lila, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You’re just using these dirty tricks to try and force me to leave Tina and be with you.” “Hah, all this trouble just to see me? Fine, you win. Meet me at the usual place Friday afternoon!” I didn’t reply. I blocked him and turned off my phone screen. The pop-up comments scrolled by: “Not gonna lie, the villainess has a point. Imagine your whole world suddenly orbits around another girl—I’d snap too.” “The villainess is beautiful and rich, why does she keep losing to the female lead who can’t even tell Word from Google Docs? This stupid novel has no logic…” “If I were the author, I’d slap the heroine, punch the hero, and lock the villainess with the yandere in a basement until they pop out eight kids. Perfect.” “…” Not good at all. After calming down, I prepared for bed. Just as I took off my underwear, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Noah’s gaze traveled up and down my body. I quickly grabbed my robe and covered myself. “Sorry, you didn’t lock the door.” Noah stared at me intently, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Black scales flickered across his skin. Incubi involuntarily reveal their true form when aroused… The word “Get out” was on the tip of my tongue. But I saw the pop-up comment: “I can already see her sneering ‘Get out.’ Poor guy’s love gets eroded bit by bit.” “Be nicer to your husband, Lila! Slap him now, and your lips will pay the price later.” Warned by the pop-up comments, I quickly changed my tone and gave Noah a slight smile: “It’s okay, hon-” Noah was about to leave the room but stopped in his tracks. His eyes darkened as he waited for me to finish. Damn, it was those pop-up comments constantly saying “honey” that threw me off… “Say ‘honey’! He’d die for you. The heroine’s nothing.” “Can we not make the second male lead sound so cheap? After three years of cold violence, he definitely hates the villainess more than he loves her. Besides, didn’t you guys forget? The second male lead imprisoned the villainess to death to protect the female lead.” The pop-up comments split into two arguing factions. I raised an eyebrow, wanting to test the validity of this information. I decided to flirt a bit: “Noah, do you think I have a nice body?” “It’s alright.” The man lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable. “Playing cool, huh? That’s why you’re still single. No wonder she’s still into the hero.” “Is it just me, or does the villainess not hate him anymore? Our ship is finally sailing??” Not giving up, I took a step forward and teased: “How would you know if you haven’t looked properly?” “I don’t need to look.” Noah replied coldly, but his fingertips involuntarily curled, the joints turning slightly pink as he nearly tore holes in his pants. I never noticed before how cute this man looked when he was shy. I noticed Noah’s collar was messed up and reached out to fix it for him. “Don’t touch me.” A cold warning sounded above my head. Harsh. I froze, remembering the arguing pop-up comments from earlier. It made sense. I had never shown Noah any kindness these past three years. Meanwhile Tina was like a little sun, always warmly encouraging him to overcome his trauma. It was normal for Noah to hate me. I laughed self-deprecatingly and withdrew my outstretched arm: “Remember to close the door on your way out. I’m going to sleep.” The man closed the door, but instead of leaving, he walked towards me step by step. His breathing grew increasingly hot and heavy, his eyes reddening from the effort of holding back. I finally realized something was wrong: “Noah, what’s wrong? Do you have a fever?” Pop-up comment: “More like mating season hits hard… Noah, down bad already? She barely flirted and you’re in heat.” “Mating season?” I muttered to myself. How did I never know Noah had a mating season in our three years of marriage? Pop-up comment: “She really thought he was asexual? He’s an incubus! And you’re literally the hottest in the book—he just didn’t want to force you.” “During past ruts, he’d steal your worn clothes and hide. Couldn’t let you see him.” “Those clothes are practically threadbare now… dude’s ‘gifted’, you know.” I stared blankly at the scrolling comments, feeling like I was looking at a screen full of censored text. So earlier when he didn’t let me touch him, was it because of his rut? Noah buried his face in the crook of my neck, nuzzling back and forth restlessly. His pale skin flushed red with desire, weakening his usual aloof aura. Before, I had been so focused on getting back at Tina and trying to win back Ethan that I never really looked at Noah properly. I didn’t realize this man could be so breathtakingly handsome. His features were even more exquisite than those of TV stars. 0

“There’s… medicine and syringes in the study drawer… go get them…” Noah’s voice was broken and intermittent as he tried desperately to hide the patterns and scales emerging on his body. Looking at the man pushed to his limit, his lips bitten bloody, his clothes soaked with sweat and clinging to his body, outlining tantalizing abdominal muscles… I suddenly changed my mind. Three years of sleeping alone in an empty bed, while I may not have the intense urges of an incubus, I was still a normal person with needs. Although the first clause of our marriage contract, which I wrote myself, stated: No romance, only money. Taking advantage strictly forbidden. But I was the morally bankrupt villainess, wasn’t I? What use did I have for keeping promises… Having made up my mind, I gently patted the man’s face and whispered: “Noah, remember to be gentle.” “Don’t touch me, I’m dirty…” Noah’s whole body trembled at my touch, but he still clung to his last shred of self-control. “But I want to…” I took off my robe, used my fingertips to wipe the blood from his lips, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Pop-up comments: “What’s going on, the villainess actually made the first move!” “That face pat, ahhhh, I’m so invested! Sister, do you need another dog?” “Love mixed with hate, perfection. Love born from hatred, even better!” “My heart is racing, my hands are shaking, are our dark couple finally going to do the deed?!” The moment our lips touched, Noah immediately took control. His large warm hands gripped the back of my head. The air was forcibly stolen from my lungs, making my legs go weak. A thick black “rope” had wrapped around my waist at some point. It was too tight, causing me some pain. I let out a muffled groan and tried to push it aside. “I’m sorry, don’t… don’t look…” Noah snapped out of his daze, his pupils contracting sharply as he desperately tried to hide the tail that had emerged due to his arousal. Before I could react, the man had already fled the room in a panic. Soon, I heard the sound of drawers being rummaged through in the study next door. The air filled with an indescribable medicinal smell. Leaning against the wardrobe, I gasped for fresh air while reading the scrolling pop-up comments: “Noah, you coward! I was ready and you just ran?!” “Enough, am I the only one who feels bad for the second male lead? He’s been bullied and humiliated since childhood for being an incubus. He was overjoyed to marry his dream girl, only for her to find him disgusting too. Of course he’d be insecure.” “Villainess, my dear child, did you really have to act disgusted by his true form at a time like this? He’s really about to break.” It’s not like that, I’ve been wronged! I really just wanted him to loosen his grip a bit… 0

The next morning, Noah was nowhere to be found when I woke up. As I ate my breakfast sandwich, I took a deep breath and opened my phone after a 3-second mental preparation. To my surprise, all the hateful comments seemed to have evaporated overnight. The media outlets that had criticized me most harshly even had their official accounts suspended. One of the few media friends I was still in contact with, Megan, sent me a photo of my parents visiting their company, with the caption: “It’s all taken care of.” I smiled. I knew my parents wouldn’t really abandon me. After all, they had always stepped in to smooth over all my big and small troubles before. Pop-up comment: “Fun fact: every time Noah helps her, he gives the credit to her useless parents…” “Noah: the CEO who stone-cold hand-washes her lingerie. Mood ring husband.” “Too bad she’s clueless. After her disgust last night, the basement ending seems inevitable.” Shocked, I shifted my gaze from the pop-up comments to my phone screen. I stared at the photo of my parents for a full ten minutes before finally noticing signs of Photoshop… I opened Snapchat and scrolled to the very bottom to find Noah: “Are you free today? I have something to discuss with you.” He replied instantly: “Wrong person.” “…” “No, it’s not~ honey~” This time he replied much slower: “I’m very sorry about last night, for letting you see those disgusting things. I’m very busy today. If you want a divorce, contact a lawyer first.” “No no no,” I quickly refuted, “It’s not about divorce.” Noah: “Alright, see you this afternoon.” Pop-up comments: “LOL. ‘Divorce?’ – Busy. ‘Not divorce?’ – See you this afternoon.” “That was close, the villainess narrowly avoided the dark room play again. Why do I feel like she’s becoming self-aware and trying to save herself?” “Bad vibes. Something’s about to go down at this plot point.”

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The student I’d sponsored for three years wanted a summer job, so I casually arranged for her to work at my husband’s company. A few months later, she burst into my office, heavily pregnant, tears streaming down her face as she confronted me: “I always knew you didn’t have good intentions when you sponsored me!” “Now I’m carrying Julian’s baby, and he’s suddenly vanished. Are you hiding him?” Her brother, looking absolutely furious, pointed a finger in my face and yelled: “If it weren’t for your fake kindness, how would my sister have met such a scumbag?” “He knocked her up and thinks he can just ditch her? No way!” “Either pay up, or you get a divorce and she becomes Mrs. Vance. Your call!” The news spread like wildfire, and the online comments were brutal. Everyone called me a pimp, saying I used the guise of charity to find a mistress for my husband. But I just smiled. If she actually managed to get pregnant with my husband’s child, I’d have to patent that. I was grading papers when an enraged man slammed open my office door. “Where’s your husband?! Are you hiding him?” “He got my sister pregnant and thinks he can just walk away? Dream on!” Lily Foster stood behind him, clutching her stomach, her eyes red-rimmed. A girl live-streaming on her phone was with them. I frowned. “Lily, what are you doing here?” Lily’s voice was choked with tears. “Ms. Miller, I’m desperate. Julian has gone completely radio silent, I can’t find him…” “And I have a delicate condition; the doctor said a termination would be too risky…” I leaned back in my chair, watching her calmly. “So? What kind of ‘explanation’ are you looking for today?” Derek Foster sneered. “Two options! Either Julian marries my sister, or you pay! My sister is a Harvard graduate, and your animal of a husband ruined her whole life!” The girl holding the phone immediately chimed in. “And this is Ms. Miller, a supposed educator! Using the pretense of sponsoring a struggling student to pimp her out to her own husband! Lily is so pathetic; she finally managed to escape her impoverished background through sheer academic talent, only to fall into an even worse trap!” The live chat exploded: ‘Seriously? This teacher looks so prim and proper, can’t believe she’s such a monster!’ ‘Right? The girl looks barely out of her teens, her life is over!’ A crowd of curious students had gathered at the office door, their chatter growing louder. I stood up, walked to the water cooler, poured myself a cup of water, and took a sip. “Are you done talking?” Derek was furious. “What’s with your attitude?! My sister is carrying your husband’s child!” “Impossible,” I tossed the paper cup into the trash. “The child in her belly is absolutely not my husband’s.” Lily’s eyes immediately reddened again. “Ms. Miller, I know this is hard for you to accept, but it’s true! That night, Julian got me drunk, and when I woke up… he said he truly liked me…” “Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. “Julian told you himself that he liked you?” Lily nodded vigorously, pulling a stack of photos from her bag. “These are the proof, Ms. Miller, may God strike me down if I’m lying!” I glanced at the photos. The angles were strategic, but you could clearly see Julian’s profile and Lily snuggled up beside him. The hotel security footage screenshot was clear, showing a specific night three months ago. “The photos are real,” I said. Derek immediately looked triumphant. “Admit it, then! I told you…” “But the child isn’t my husband’s,” I cut him off. “Lily, you and your people leave now, and I’ll pretend today never happened. If you continue to cause a scene, I’m calling the police.”

The girl who was live-streaming immediately shrieked, “We’re the ones who should be calling the police! Ms. Miller, your husband forced a college student and got her pregnant, and you’re an accomplice!” The live chat absolutely blew up: ‘Is this teacher crazy? Caught red-handed and still denying it!’ ‘Where are the school administrators? Why is someone like this still teaching?’ ‘Lily, don’t be scared, tens of thousands of us netizens have your back!’ Several female students watching from the doorway already had tears in their eyes. “Lily is so pathetic! To be handed over to an old man by the teacher she trusted most!” “Seriously, people like her don’t deserve to be teachers!” Lily clutched her stomach, crying so hard she could barely stand. A wave of bitterness washed over me. Three years ago, I was traveling in a remote fishing village. I found Lily’s parents trying to marry her off to a fifty-something bachelor right before her college entrance exams, desperate to secure funds for the family. She knelt on the ground, clinging to me, begging, “Teacher, I want to study, please help me…” My heart softened. I not only stopped the forced marriage on the spot but also promised to help her through college. She was incredibly bright, getting into Harvard. The day she got her acceptance letter, she called me, crying, “Ms. Miller, I’ll study hard and repay you someday.” I felt so proud then. This summer, she said she wanted to earn her own living expenses. After some thought, I arranged a summer job for her at my husband’s company. I thought I was helping her. Now it seems I was digging my own grave! Seeing my silence, Lily looked up, biting her lip. “Ms. Miller, I know you and Julian have a strong relationship, but my baby is innocent…” Derek immediately interrupted, “Lily, you’re just too soft-hearted! Even if that scumbag is willing to divorce this old woman and marry you, you still need to demand a million in emotional damages!” I smiled, raising an eyebrow. “A million? Lily, you honestly think you’re worth that much?” The surrounding students gasped. “Is this teacher even human? That’s disgusting!” “Seriously! How vicious! I hope her own daughter gets treated like this someday!” “People like her shouldn’t even have kids!” Lily’s face went white, and she almost stumbled. The girl live-streaming quickly steadied her, crying into the camera, “Everyone saw that! This woman doesn’t even treat Lily like a human being!” Derek exploded in rage, grabbing the water cup from my desk, ready to smash it. I looked at him coldly. “Try it. Intentional damage to property, disturbing the peace, that’ll get you a few nights in lockup.” His hand froze mid-air. “And you,” I swept my gaze over the girl live-streaming. “Broadcasting in an office without permission, invading personal privacy. Do you want me to call security right now and get you a major disciplinary record?” The girl’s face changed. Seeing this, Lily cried even harder. “Ms. Miller, how can you be like this? I came to you because I had nowhere else to go. If Julian would just take responsibility, I wouldn’t have bothered you…” “Responsibility?” I stood up. “Responsibility for what? For something that never happened?” I walked up to her, staring into her eyes. “Lily, put your hand on your heart and tell me, is the child in your belly truly Julian’s?” Her eyes flickered for a split second, then became resolute. “Of course, it’s his!” “Really?” I smiled. “Then tell me, that night, what color underwear was Julian wearing?”

The office fell into a sudden silence. The live chat froze for a moment. Lily froze, her mouth agape, unable to utter a sound for a long time. “What? Don’t remember?” I pressed. “Or rather, you never even saw?” “I was drunk then…” she stammered. “Drunk, but you remember him forcing you?” I continued to question. “Drunk, but you’re certain the child is his?” Derek exploded. “Elara! Don’t you dare try to change the subject! The evidence is right here, and you’re still trying to argue?” “A few blurry photos are enough to convict someone?” I sneered. “So, can I just take a few random photos of you with another woman and accuse you of assault?” “You!” “And,” I cut him off, “how did you get the hotel security footage? Do hotels just hand out surveillance to strangers?” Derek was speechless. Lily quickly explained, “My roommate knows someone who helped me…” “Oh?” I looked at her roommate. “Does your family own a hotel? Or do you know the hotel owner?” The girl stammered, “My cousin works there…” “What a coincidence?” I smiled. “Your cousin just happens to work at the exact hotel where Julian supposedly forced Lily? Just happens to be able to get the footage? Just happens to be willing to risk breaking the law to give you screenshots of the surveillance?” The mood in the live chat began to shift: ‘That actually makes sense…’ ‘Yeah, you can’t just get hotel footage, right?’ ‘Exactly, if it was really assault, why didn’t they call the police immediately?’ Just then, Lily suddenly clutched her stomach and crouched down. “My stomach hurts so bad…” “Lily!” her roommate exclaimed. “This is too much! This old woman is definitely trying to provoke you on purpose! She’s jealous you’re having her husband’s baby!” Derek also pointed a finger in my face, shouting, “Elara! If anything happens to my sister or the baby, I’m coming after you!” I watched their performance with cold eyes. “Do you need me to call 911 for you?” Lily was curled up on the floor, tears streaming down her face. “Ms. Miller, why are you pressuring me like this? I just want justice…” “Justice?” I scoffed, finding it incredibly ironic. “Lily, that’s what you said when you knelt in the mud begging me for sponsorship. You said you wanted to study, you wanted a just life.” “Now I’ve given you an education, given you a chance to change your destiny, and this is how you repay me?” Her eyes darted away, afraid to look at me. “Miller! Don’t you dare try to emotionally manipulate us!” Derek roared. “So what if you sponsored her? Does that give your husband the right to abuse my sister?” I stood up. “Alright, I’ll say this one last time. First, Julian would never force anyone. Second, the child in your belly is absolutely not his!” “Third, if you continue to cause a scene here, I will immediately call the police. Charges of defamation and false accusation are not minor.” The office fell silent. The live chat comments scrolled wildly: ‘This teacher is so fierce! Her logic is super clear!’ ‘Yeah, she sounds incredibly confident!’ ‘Could there be a hidden truth to this? Maybe it’s a scam?’ Just then, Dean Peterson squeezed through the crowd and rushed in. “What’s going on?!” Derek latched onto him like a lifeline. “Dean Peterson, perfect timing! This Elara, her husband assaulted my sister, she’s over four months pregnant now, and they’re denying everything and even accusing my sister of extortion!”

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Every time Liam slept with his assistant, I’d scrawl a number in his diary. He’d ask what it meant, and I’d play it off with a sarcastic smile: “Each mark is a time you broke my heart. When it reaches a hundred, I’ll disappear.” Even when it reached ninety-nine, he didn’t take me seriously. At a hundred, I heard the rhythmic gasps echoing from his CEO office. “Sarah, let’s have a baby, okay?” My hand, poised to knock, fell uselessly to my side, the words crushing me. Back home, I ripped down all our wedding photos, a storm of resentment raging inside me. I grabbed a pen and angrily scrawled in the diary: “Liam, we’re over!” Suddenly, a line of text appeared beneath it: “Who are you? Why are you messing with my diary?” “And what does ‘100’ even mean?” Emotionally charged, I forgot all fear and replied: I’m Chloe. And it’s because you don’t love her. “This ‘100’ represents a hundred times I’ve been disappointed by you. I’m leaving you.” The words on the diary page jumped out, one by one. “You’re Chloe? You’re leaving me?” “No way! How could you be Chloe? She’s standing right next to me now!” “Who are you, really? Why can you appear in my diary?” Three questions popped up one after another, startling me so much I dropped the diary. It took me a full two minutes to calm down. I picked it up, then wrote back: “I am Chloe, a thirty-year-old Chloe.” “And I know you’re seventeen-year-old Liam.” “The future you will betray me. So, seventeen-year-old you, don’t come near me either.” The diary went silent. This magical notebook was something I’d found in the attic a few days ago, while packing my bags. My thirty-year-old husband had been drunk, yelling Sarah’s name for the thousandth time, spewing regrets about marrying me. He claimed if he’d married Sarah back then, he might have had his own child. When I opened the diary, though, I saw pages filled with seventeen-year-old Liam’s affection and unwavering devotion to me. Growing up, thanks to my looks, I always had plenty of guys chasing me. But my parents divorced early, so I never held out hope for love. I’d reject every guy who confessed, “Sorry, I just want to focus on my studies. I’m not interested in dating.” Until I met Liam. Unlike the others, he pursued me relentlessly from middle school all the way through college. Each time I rejected him, he only grew more determined. He even entered dangerous underground car races just to win me a limited-edition watch I liked. Seeing him nearly lose his life was what finally made my heart stir. And when I realized this notebook updated in real-time, I knew it was communicating with thirteen years ago. But then I remembered: two months ago, when I went to see him, I heard the sounds of him and his new assistant getting intimate on the couch in his CEO office. And that assistant was Sarah, our high school classmate, his former next-door neighbor, and childhood friend. In that moment, all our beautiful memories shattered, reduced to cruel reality, a mere illusion. From then on, I stopped communicating with the teenage boy on the other end of the diary. Because I knew, no matter how passionate the love recorded in that diary, it would ultimately lead to betrayal. Just as I was bitterly printing out the divorce papers I’d already prepared, signing my name with a steady hand, ready to follow through on my earlier promise—that if he betrayed me, I’d disappear from his world forever. A harsh tearing sound ripped across the diary page. “No way, I love her!” The pen tip, carrying the boy’s sincere feelings, carved each stroke into the paper, “I’ve liked Chloe for six whole years, how could I betray her?” “You’re lying to me, you can’t be Chloe! Who are you?” “Tell me, are you Sarah?!” Through the diary, I could almost see seventeen-year-old Liam, his face a mix of anger and stubbornness, uttering vows he would inevitably break. Back then, his love was pure and firm. He couldn’t possibly have imagined that thirty-year-old him would become so cruel and heartless. I picked up the pen to reply, but the front door suddenly swung open. The gust of wind flipped the diary page. I calmly closed the diary. Thirty-year-old Liam walked in and started rummaging through cabinets. He used to excitedly leap into my arms every time he came home, nuzzling me like a big, happy puppy. Sometimes I’d push him away, tickled, but he’d only press closer, his bright eyes whispering sweet nothings that made my cheeks flush. Now, his gaze didn’t even linger on me for half a second. After nearly ten minutes of searching, Liam still hadn’t found what he wanted. He finally turned to me, his face filled with irritation. “Chloe, have you seen the heirloom brooch my mom left me?” “Sarah’s pregnant, I need to find the brooch and give it to her. I want it to bless our family of three.” Family of three?! My heart gave a sudden, painful lurch. On our wedding day, he’d personally placed that heirloom brooch into my hand in front of all our guests, asking me to keep it safe. Liam’s brother, Owen, had been clearly displeased. “Brother, Mom’s brooch is meant to be passed down to the mother of your child. Everyone knows Chloe can’t… why would you give it to her?” Thirteen years ago, an accident had left me injured, permanently unable to have children. No one had ever dared to mention it in front of Liam, but on our wedding day, his own brother had pointed it out in public. The atmosphere instantly became excruciatingly awkward. Everyone’s gaze was fixed on me, whispers erupting. I turned my face away in shame, but Liam only held my arm tighter, giving his brother a cold glare before announcing to everyone: “Even if Chloe can’t have children, only she deserves to keep this brooch. She is my only wife, Liam’s wife.” In that moment, I’d thought I’d made the right gamble. For five years of marriage, I had carefully guarded it. But now, I gave a bitter laugh, pulling out the drawer and retrieving the velvet jewelry box. Liam snatched it from me, a wide, delighted grin spreading across his face: “Found it at last! After the baby’s born, I’ll have Sarah put it on them herself.” Only then did he bother to look at me, his eyes filled with undisguised coldness. “My mom said this heirloom only works if the mother of the child puts it on them. Now that Sarah’s carrying my child, the brooch should be with her.” “I’m taking Sarah for a check-up tonight, so I’m heading out. Our anniversary… we can talk about it when I get back.” At the door, he paused, a hint of condescension in his gaze as he glanced at me. “Don’t worry, even if Sarah and I have a child, you’ll legally always be my wife. That won’t change.” His usual game: a slap, then a sugar cube. It had been his go-to move for years. Watching him leave happily, I managed a bitter smile. He called me his wife, yet let another woman carry his child. I opened the diary again. Another line of text had appeared: “Because I waited for your reply, I wasted time and couldn’t get the spot in front of her.” I immediately grabbed our graduation photo. My blood ran cold when I saw it: 17-year-old Liam’s position had shifted. My breath hitched, and my hands started to tremble uncontrollably. Could the Liam on the other end of this diary actually change the future?

Before I could even process it, another line of text quickly appeared in the diary: “If you really are Chloe, then tell me, where did I stand in the graduation photo?” I instantly replied: “You stood to Sarah’s left front.” The diary went silent again. After waiting a minute with no reply, I picked up the pen and, with forceful strokes, wrote: “Liam, please leave my life.” “Why? If you’re really Chloe, don’t you know I like you?” He pressed so hard on that last question mark, the paper almost tore. “Like? Because of your ‘like,’ the day after the graduation photo, I was attacked by people Sarah sent and permanently lost my ability to have children!!” “And thirty-year-old you let her carry your child.” Every word I wrote brought the memories flooding back, clearer than ever. I had tried everything to forget, but countless nights, that agonizing memory would jar me awake, making sleep impossible. It had become my inescapable nightmare. Thirteen years ago, Sarah had begged Liam to stand by her for the photo, but he’d refused. Liam had stood firmly behind me, saying he’d stand with me not just then, but for our wedding photos in the future too. His burning declaration of love had made my ears flush. But a furious Sarah had found a dozen people the next day to ambush me in an alley. Liam, rushing to the scene, had gone pale with terror when he saw my injuries. He’d carried me, who was heavier than him, stumbling frantically towards the hospital like a madman. He’d given a lot of blood to save me. Although I survived, I was severely injured, permanently losing the chance to become a mother. Liam had cried, holding me, tears streaming down his face. He’d sworn a solemn oath that he would marry no one but me, and never let me suffer another ounce of harm. But I never imagined that now, he would cheat on me with Sarah, the very person who had caused me so much harm, and even let her carry his child. “Liam, promise me, if you love me, just leave my life.” “The further away the better! Can you?” “Please, I’m begging you!” Still no reply. I slumped onto the couch with the diary, drifting off to sleep without realizing it. In my dream, I saw seventeen-year-old Liam, running desperately through a dark alley. His face was panicked and anxious. A gust of wind blew a flower pot off the balcony, startling me awake. The night was already deep. Thirty-year-old Liam hadn’t come home all night, not a single call, not even a text. But Sarah’s Ins stories were updated every ten minutes, a full thirty posts. The first one showed Liam pinning the heirloom brooch to her lapel. The second was Liam and her looking through baby name books together. The third showed him pressing his ear to her belly, a look of pure joy on his face as he listened to the baby move. … Each post was flooded with likes and blessings from their friends. “Congrats, Mr. Miller! Finally going to be a dad!” “I told you Mr. Miller wouldn’t stick with Chloe. You guys didn’t believe me.” “How could Chloe be worthy of Mr. Miller? Sarah and Mr. Miller are the perfect match, made for each other.” Liam had liked every single post. Perhaps, deep down, he truly believed it. I closed Ins, then lay back on the couch, feeling lightheaded and drowsy. In my dream, seventeen-year-old Liam finally emerged from the alley. What met his eyes was me, pinned to the ground by several people, and seventeen-year-old Sarah, lunging at me with a knife. “Chloe!” The next second, Liam’s eyes turned red, and he charged forward like a madman. He grabbed a rock from the roadside with all his might and hurled it at the leader. The others swarmed him, hitting him repeatedly. Liam ignored them, clutching the blood-stained rock, using his last ounce of strength to beat back the leader. He screamed at the others, his face contorted in a snarl. “Come on, if you’re not afraid to die!” His reckless fury stunned them, and they fled in disarray. Only when their figures completely vanished from the alley did Liam collapse in front of me, trembling uncontrollably. When our eyes met, he smiled proudly, “Chloe, I told you I’d risk my life for you. Now you believe me, right?” “Liam! I don’t need you!” “Leave me!” I screamed his name, jolting awake, tears streaming down my face. Looking in the mirror, I saw the bulging veins and goosebumps on my skin. I couldn’t tell if it was fear or cold. I looked down at the diary in my arms, my mind a blur, unable to distinguish between dream and memory. Pulling up my shirt, my body suddenly froze. I frantically touched my lower abdomen.

The scar that had been with me for thirteen years was gone. Tears welled up and spilled over. I opened the diary again. Another line of text had appeared, but this time it was shaky and uneven, as if written by someone weak and exhausted. “Chloe, I protected you.” Once my emotions stabilized, I calmly wrote back: “That’s what you were supposed to do.” If not for his love. If not for the love he would inevitably betray. Why would Sarah have targeted me, causing me to lose the ability to bear life as a woman? And thirty-year-old him, now with a child by the very person who harmed me, had wounded me again. The words on the diary appeared haltingly, the strokes unclear, as if writing was a struggle. “Chloe, I’ll do anything for you. Tell me, what else can I do?” Only after seventeen-year-old Liam finished writing the last question mark did I reply: “I already told you, leave my life.” “Disappear completely from my sight. Don’t let your love now become the weapon that harms me in the future.” There was a time when everyone secretly talked about me, but Liam was there, holding my hand firmly, gently mending my broken heart. It was his love that made me fearless against all gossip and strange looks. So when he let go of my hand, and even joined those who criticized me, I was instantly pushed to the brink, even contemplating ending my life. Being hurt by the one you love, it turned out, was a thousand, ten thousand times more painful than any physical disability. You could say, the more he loved me before, the greater the pain he inflicted later. This heart of mine, already shattered by him, refused to beat again. The sound of forceful writing suddenly came through. Each word was pressed so hard, it almost tore through the page. “That’s impossible!” “Chloe, do you know? Every break time, you loved to draw by the window on the third floor of the art building. I’d deliberately take the long way around every day, just to catch a glimpse of you. Just seeing you made me so happy.” “Once, you hurt your hand while drawing. When I heard, I was frantic. I skipped class for the first time to buy you medicine, just so you wouldn’t hurt for one second longer…” “And also…” I cut him off, “I know, I know all of it.” “And another time… I slipped in the bathroom and twisted my ankle. It was you who, blushing, slipped the medicine under the door.” The diary paused for ten seconds before replying: “You know all that? How could you know?” “If you know all that, then why do you say I’ll betray you?” There was one thing he didn’t write, but I knew for sure: he was murmuring to himself, I love you so much, how could I betray you? I could imagine seventeen-year-old Liam’s face now, filled with shock and confusion. “I know these things because the future you told me. You told me everything, piece by piece, and said you regretted doing them.” Liam had said that he should have listened back then, not married a woman who couldn’t give him a “complete family.” He said it led to him suffering years of criticism for nothing. He’d also said he shouldn’t have bothered saving me back then, implying that now I was not only ungrateful but also demanding too much. He always boasted about his “sacrifices,” then did whatever he pleased in our marriage, until now, having a child with someone else. Tears dripped onto the diary, blurring the writing. Fearing I might ruin the diary and prevent changing the past, I hurriedly wiped it away. But I pressed too hard, tearing the page in half. In my panic, I suddenly found myself in a hospital room. In front of me, a seventeen-year-old boy, his abdomen wrapped in thick bandages. His face was pale, his brows furrowed in pain. Seventeen-year-old Liam, one hand clutching the blood-stained bandage, the other struggling to write, was muttering to himself. “Chloe, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you until I make you my wife…” His serious and determined expression made him look like he was undertaking something profoundly important. Just as he finished writing that, the seventeen-year-old Liam seemed to sense something. His hand suddenly stopped. He looked up, and in that instant, his clear, star-like eyes, which had long vanished from my memory, reappeared before me. His slightly dry lips parted. Before he could speak, a shrill phone ring suddenly cut through the air. Looking around, my home was a mess. All thanks to thirty-year-old Liam. The phone ring was piercing. It was thirty-year-old Liam calling, his voice commanding: “Come to the coffee shop downstairs from the office immediately. Sarah and I have something important to tell you in person.” At the same time, several lines of text appeared in the diary. “Please believe me, okay? I would never do that.” “I love you, love you so much that even if you wanted my life, you could have it.” The boy’s adoration was as pure and flawless as fresh snow. He truly believed his vows would become the most beautiful flowers, never to wither as long as he stayed by his beloved’s side. I gripped the pen tightly, my eyes downcast. Fine. If you don’t believe me, then I’ll let thirty-year-old you tell you yourself.

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During the Christmas holidays, my wife Chloe insisted that I attend her class reunion. When we arrived at the hotel, the parking lot was filled with luxury cars. Ours, by comparison, looked utterly pathetic. Before we even stepped inside, a whisper of contempt drifted my way: “I just don’t get it. Chloe used to be the a well-known figure in the school at that time. How did she end up marrying a nobody like Alex?” Hearing that, Chloe simply smiled and chatted with her classmates, as if I wasn’t even there. After dinner, Brandon, the former baseball star of our school, walked up to me and grabbed Chloe’s hand. “Alex, I’m very interested in your partner. Name your price. From now on, she’s mine.” Instead of getting angry, I let out a cold laugh. “You two better think this carefully. The cost of divorcing me is far more than you imagine..” I wouldn’t have bothered with this class reunion if Chloe hadn’t begged me to come. Figuring we’d at least spent years together, I took time off work and showed up. Never imagined that during dinner, someone would openly try to poach my wife. What chilled me to the bone even more was that Chloe actually agreed. “Long time no see, your negotiating skills have really improved,” Brandon said, leaning back in his chair, his long fingers toying with his car keys. “The money is my thanks for you looking after Chloe all these years. Think of it as compensation.” “You, of all people, dare to threaten me with jail time? Don’t you know who I am?” Just as I was about to retort, I saw Chloe lean directly into Brandon’s arms. She was wearing a vibrant red dress today, her makeup flawless, but now she looked soft and vulnerable, draped against another man. “Alex, just take the money. It’ll be better for everyone.” A sneer flickered across my face as I watched their close embrace. “Looks like you two planned this all along, didn’t you?” Chloe had called me multiple times recently, urging me to attend this very reunion. It seemed she’d conspired with the school’s most popular guy beforehand, using this opportunity to make me publicly agree to a divorce. No wonder she’d kept me at arm’s length for so long after we got married. Turns out, she had someone else in her heart all along. The moment I spoke, Chloe’s face changed. Her perfectly sculpted brows furrowed. “What nonsense are you talking about! Brandon and I have true love!” “If he hadn’t been forced to go abroad for studies back then, we would have been together ages ago.” I was utterly stunned by her words. The entire school knew Brandon had dumped Chloe back then, and now it was a story of star-crossed lovers? I wasn’t sure why they’d reconnected, but right now, Chloe was legally still my wife. A suffocating anger swelled in my chest. I couldn’t swallow this insult, no matter what. “Chloe, do you even realize the trouble you’re getting into, breaking sacred vows and forcing a divorce?” I stared into her eyes as I spoke, but she couldn’t meet my gaze. Brandon pulled Chloe even closer, adopting a protective stance. “Cut the crap. You’re just upset because you think the money isn’t enough.” “Name your price! I’m loaded!” Facing this once handsome but now smug rich kid, I felt like I was watching a pathetic joke unfold. “Brandon, just a heads-up: if Chloe agrees to this divorce today, you two are going to have some serious problems.” Before I could finish, Chloe snapped, “Stop with the alarmist talk! What can you possibly do to us?” “Since we got married, we barely see each other. Who knows what you’ve been up to outside?” “Frankly, if you hadn’t pursued me back then, you wouldn’t be getting a single cent.” If it weren’t for my unique identity, I would’ve slapped her across the face. Chloe’s words drew peals of laughter from the crowd. “See? I told you, your worth dictates the partner you can get. An inconspicuous man like Alex, with no background, is bound to lose his wife.” “Exactly! He’s dressed so simply, yet he dares to show his face here.” “When it comes to wealth and influence, Brandon is unmatched. He’s generous, and his family has serious connections.” Everyone around us fawned over Brandon, not a single person speaking up for me. In their eyes, I was just a clown for their amusement. These kinds of friends, this kind of reunion… it was better off not attending.

I ignored their snide remarks, ready to get up and leave. But before I could even stand, a hand clamped down on my shoulder. “Going somewhere? Did I say you could leave?” Brandon grinned at me, his eyes full of disdain. “Alex, today you have two choices: either take the money and divorce, or I’ll beat you until you divorce.” “Think it over carefully. Pick one.” Hearing Brandon’s words, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Are you sure you want me to choose?” Brandon hadn’t yet realized the mess he was making, still basking in his smug triumph. “Of course. As long as you agree to divorce your wife, I promise you a good life for the rest of your days.” I suppressed the fury bubbling inside me and spoke slowly: “I can divorce Chloe, and I don’t want the money, but…” I paused deliberately at that point. “You have to let me make a call first, because the divorce isn’t something I can decide alone.” Brandon roared with laughter when he heard me. “Alex, you really think you’re important, huh? I’m giving you a choice out of courtesy; I’m not negotiating with you.” “No matter who you call, you’re getting divorced today. Understood?” I heard the threat in his voice, but I didn’t care in the slightest. In fact, I found it somewhat amusing. “Didn’t I say? I agree to divorce Chloe.” “But this matter needs approval from those higher up. I can’t decide it myself.” Brandon’s face instantly darkened. He was about to get physical when Chloe held him back. “Darling, let’s be magnanimous. Don’t stoop to his level.” “Let him make his call. My heart’s already set on you anyway. What anyone else says doesn’t matter.” Chloe thought I was just looking for an excuse to keep her, and she looked smug. I was about to retort, but she continued: “Alex, don’t say I didn’t warn you. No matter who you call to persuade me, I am absolutely getting this divorce today.” I believed I had treated Chloe well during our marriage. Every month, I gave her my entire salary. She never worked, never did housework, spending her days shopping and playing cards. Even though we only saw each other once a year, she was still unsatisfied. At this very moment, my last shred of feeling for her vanished completely. “Chloe, don’t flatter yourself. I wasn’t trying to persuade you. I just find it utterly disgusting.” “As for you and Brandon, I hope you won’t regret this after I make this call.” “When that time comes, no one will be able to save you.” I had wanted to appeal to our past friendship and talk some sense into her, but clearly, some people don’t appreciate it. Like Brandon, the rich kid beside her. “Alex, you’re still putting on airs in front of me? Who’s going to regret it more!” Brandon tried to continue, but I waved my hand, cutting him off. “Fine. Your words are enough.” With that, I pulled out my phone and dialed my boss’s number.

“Hello, Boss? It’s Alex.” On the other end, my boss’s voice was jovial. “Alex? Why are you calling me now?” “Boss, I have a situation to report.” I quickly explained how Brandon was forcing Chloe and me to divorce at the class reunion. The moment I finished, I heard the sound of a shattering glass on the other end. “Who has the audacity to force you into a divorce?!” Brandon snatched the phone from my hand. “Listen up, whoever you are! I don’t care what your relationship is with Alex. I want his wife, and no one can stop me.” “You’d better stay out of this, or you’ll be in trouble too!” My boss was stunned for a few seconds before speaking. “You’re forcing Alex to divorce?” Brandon, still unaware of who was on the line, remained utterly arrogant. “That’s right, it’s me.” “Across this entire city, there’s nothing Brandon wants that he can’t get.” “A single person? What’s that? I’ve set my sights on her, and who can stop me?” After speaking, he threw my phone to the ground and stomped on it several times. I’d never seen anyone so brazen. “Now that the call’s done, fulfill your promise.” Chloe linked her arm through Brandon’s, and with her other hand, she handed me a divorce agreement. “I’ve got all the paperwork ready. Sign it.” Looking at the stack of documents on the table confirmed my suspicions. Chloe had been cheating on me for a long time. Facing someone like this, I felt no mercy whatsoever. Without hesitation, I signed my name and handed it back to her. Chloe stared at me, surprised. “Alex, what does this mean?” I looked up at her, my voice cold. “What? Wasn’t it you who wanted a divorce from the start?” “Now I’ve granted your wish, signed the papers, and you’re blaming me?” “You should sign it quickly too, before Brandon decides he doesn’t want you either.” Chloe’s face flushed crimson from my retort. “Fine! I’ll sign it! As if anyone cares about you!” She immediately signed the divorce agreement. With that, our five-year marriage finally ended. Seeing her signature, I felt no regret, only a profound sense of relief. “I’ve signed it. She’s yours. Can I go now?” “Wait!” Brandon blocked my path, a sneer on his face. “Your business is done. Now it’s our turn.”

Hearing Brandon’s words, I narrowed my eyes. His face was growing increasingly ugly. “That snitch who got me expelled from school back then? That was you, wasn’t it?” “If it weren’t for you, my dad wouldn’t have sent me abroad, and Chloe wouldn’t have been forced to marry you.” “Alex, do you know, for three whole years abroad, I thought about nothing but getting revenge on that snitch, until Chloe told me the truth.” At this point, Brandon slammed his hand on the table. “Alex! I’ve waited for this day for a long time!” Even with Brandon’s furious outburst, a faint smile remained on my face. “You’re right. I reported you.” “But I don’t regret it. You were useless, constantly getting into fights, even breaking someone’s leg.” “People like you, I’ll report every single time I see them. No hesitation.” Brandon’s expression twisted into a snarl. “Good. I like that arrogance.” “Alex, do you know why I absolutely had to call you back here?” “This isn’t just a regular class reunion. I came for revenge.” Brandon suddenly snapped his fingers. A dozen burly men in black suits stormed into the private room. They looked well-trained. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers lightly tapping the table. “Brandon, this is your last chance. Think again.” “If you lay a hand on me today, the consequences will be more than you can handle.” “Even with all your family’s wealth, it won’t be enough…” The sycophants around us erupted in chatter. “Did you hear that? Alex actually said the Brandon family couldn’t cross him.” “That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard all my life! A nobody challenging Brandon!” “Who is Brandon? One of the city’s richest men. Dealing with him is easier than squashing an ant.” My former classmates quickly took sides, attacking me with their words. They scrambled to curry favor with Brandon. Chloe wasn’t to be outdone. “Alex, what are you shouting about? Look in the mirror and see what kind of pathetic person you are.” “Forget Brandon, anyone here could walk all over you.” I took a deep breath and slowly removed my wedding ring. “Chloe, from this moment on, we have no connection whatsoever.” “As for Brandon, he’s going to pay for his actions today.” Brandon scoffed. “You? You dare say you’ll make me pay?” “Here, I call the shots. Even if I beat you to death today, no one would dare arrest me.” Another roar of laughter filled the room. Looking at those once familiar faces, I felt utterly disappointed. This was their idea of friendship? Seeing my silence, Brandon assumed I was scared and grew even more arrogant. “Today, either get on your knees and apologize to the whole class, and we’ll forget the past.” “Or I’ll have your legs broken, and you’ll crawl out of here.” My gaze sharpened. “Brandon, you keep pushing my boundaries. Do you truly believe you’re invincible?” Brandon didn’t back down; instead, he became even more brazen. “Open your eyes and look at these men behind me. Any one of them could flatten you.” Just then, the private room door swung open. A burly man appeared before everyone. Brandon quickly straightened his collar, a fawning expression on his face as he rushed to greet him. “Marcus, Sir, what brings you here?” Hearing Brandon utter that name, everyone’s face changed drastically. Chloe even cowered in a corner. Only I remained in my seat, my fingers lightly tapping the table. Marcus’s gaze swept across the room, and everyone instantly fell silent. He spoke slowly: “Whose sleek black official sedan is parked out front?” At his words, everyone’s eyes turned to me.

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After work. The stunning woman I’d seen earlier that day stopped me, pouring out a heartfelt confession. I was just a cook, covered in grease, not making much money. I just thought it was a joke. Who knew she’d show up at the restaurant every single day, waiting for me? “Leo, if you don’t agree, I’m not leaving today!” I was taken aback. “But don’t you have a partner? And aren’t you still breastfeeding?” The woman in front of me was Chloe. Just like her name, she always carried a subtle, alluring scent. But thanks to my profession, my nose was incredibly keen. Even amidst the rich aromas of the restaurant’s food, I could distinguish a faint smell of breast milk mixed in with her perfume. I looked at Chloe’s tight T-shirt, which perfectly highlighted her curvaceous figure. The cartoon bear print on it was stretched into a mighty, formidable bear. Even if I tried not to, it was hard to tear my gaze away from her prominent chest. Chloe was a classic beauty. Although she’d already given birth, she had a slender, oval face with smooth features. Her eyes were large, and her lips delicate. She was nothing like those heavily filtered beauties you saw all over social media apps. Chloe was real, a living, breathing beauty standing right in front of me. As a cook, I was often messy and greasy. Standing before her, I was afraid I’d dirty her. Besides, a woman this beautiful—her partner must be pretty protective of her. Her beauty was tempting, but I wasn’t about to stir up trouble. I brought this up, hoping to get her to back off—stop showing up at the restaurant looking for me. To my surprise, Chloe’s face flushed, and she still leaned closer. “Leo, I don’t have a partner.” After saying that, her eyes welled up. It was heartbreaking to see such a beautiful woman cry. Plus, I’d just finished work, right at the restaurant entrance. If my coworkers saw us later, they’d start all kinds of rumors about me. I gently took her arm and led her to a nearby coffee shop, where we sat down for a moment. “Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?” Chloe’s eyes grew even redder. She told me she’d been naive, moving in with her boyfriend and getting pregnant. But the baby was born prematurely and was too weak. After a few days in the hospital’s incubator, they couldn’t save him. Seeing her sob so hard she could barely catch her breath, I kindly ordered her a milkshake. “What about your boyfriend?” Chloe wiped away her tears, gritting her teeth. “That man—when he saw the huge hospital bill for the baby, he just took off. Left me high and dry.” “Now I have nothing. My landlord even kicked me out; I don’t even have a roof over my head.” Her story was really sad. Chloe looked up, carefully asking if I could help her. I hesitated, wondering why she’d chosen me. Growing up poor, I’d stayed single well into my thirties—never even had a girlfriend, let alone a wife. Then I moved to the county town, landing a job at my Uncle Frank’s restaurant. Business was good, and my cook’s salary slowly increased. But it was still just a small restaurant chef’s salary; it could only go so high. I saved every penny, slowly accumulating some money, but even now, it wasn’t much. It was all for when I finally got married; I just couldn’t afford to be generous. Chloe saw my hesitation, her cheeks flushing. “Leo,” she said softly, “it’s okay. I like you, that’s why I want to be with you.” She said she didn’t need any labels, just wanted to help with chores and laundry. She only asked for a place to crash and meals, like we were just roommates. If I ever wanted to find a proper wife, she’d simply disappear. Chloe was so beautiful, and she sounded like she was hardworking and capable. To have a caring woman keep me company at night, no strings attached. It seemed like a win-win for me—no downsides. My heart was tempted. I took her soft, smooth hand in mine. “Alright, come home with me.”

Chloe was even more capable than I’d imagined. The very first day she arrived at my run-down apartment, she immediately started cleaning like a pro. It happened to be my day off, so I sat on the couch, watching her busy herself. From the bathroom to the kitchen, then to the living room and balcony. Years of grime were scrubbed away, leaving the floors so clean you could practically see your reflection. “This place really needs regular cleaning, otherwise, come summer, it’ll be crawling with bugs.” With bags of trash piled in the corner, Chloe then headed straight for the bedroom. I stood up and wrapped my arm around her waist. Even though she’d had a baby, her waist was incredibly slender—she’d clearly bounced back well. The soft skin at her waist twitched, and watching her face, flushed from the heat, my mind started to wander. “The bedroom is where I spend most of my time; it’s clean, you don’t need to bother with it.” Chloe chuckled, her arm sliding around my neck, just as I’d intended. “Okay, I’ll listen to you, Leo.” “But can I take a look inside?” We were both adults, and we both knew exactly what “living together” really meant. The atmosphere grew increasingly intimate. Chloe lowered her head, her cheeks completely crimson. My hand moved lower to her curves, and I swept her up into my arms. “Of course.” The single metal-framed bed in the bedroom was definitely not made for two. I gently laid her on the bed, looking at her delicate, pretty face, my heart racing. The bed creaked loudly for what felt like forever. Only after we’d been intimate did I fully realize my luck. I’d hit the jackpot—finding a woman so curvy and beautiful. Chloe’s soft body pressed against mine again, her breath hot against my ear. “Leo, thank you for taking me in.” Even better, this woman seemed to have no temper at all, always going along with whatever I said. I couldn’t hold back and pulled her back into a passionate embrace. Sweat poured off us, and when I finally came back to my senses, darkness had already fallen. Chloe was incredibly obedient. Despite her fatigue, she still offered to cook for me. One thing was for sure about being with me. Cooking—that was my specialty. Besides, Chloe had been drawn to me in the first place because my cooking tasted good and suited her palate. Now was the perfect time to cater to her tastes. I puffed out my chest: “Sit down, I’ll make dinner for you.” Just a simple meal—three dishes and a soup. Nothing fancy like what I cooked at the restaurant. But the most important thing was that it was clean and fresh. I watched Chloe’s reaction: “How is it? Is it to your liking?” Chloe’s face showed hesitation. She chewed for a while before swallowing. “Leo, why does it taste a little different?” “Well, it definitely can’t be the same,” I took a bite, chewed it, and indeed, it was a bit bland. “Next time, I’ll add more seasoning.” Chloe put down her fork. “It’s not just the seasoning… I think it tasted better at the restaurant, more flavorful…” A knot formed in my stomach. Chloe was a regular at the restaurant—her palate was spoiled. If it were anyone else, it wouldn’t matter, but now—she was my girl, more or less. I reminded her. “Home cooking’s cleaner. You should eat out less from now on.” Chloe’s face brightened again with a smile. “Got it, Leo. From now on, I’ll only eat your cooking.” That first night with a woman in my place, the bedroom’s single bed was way too small for two. I had no choice but to crash on the living room couch. Before turning off the light, Chloe even gave me a sweet, fragrant kiss. “Leo, I’m sorry you have to rough it.” With that kiss? What was there to be sorry about? The lights went out, and the couch was narrow. I tossed and turned for ages, couldn’t sleep. I decided to open my phone and check my bank balance. After saving every penny for so long, I only had fifty grand. If I wanted to marry a proper, respectable girl, I probably didn’t even have enough for a ring or a down payment. I looked at the dark bedroom. Maybe Chloe and I could make a life together. It wouldn’t be so bad. As I was lost in thought, the bedroom light suddenly flickered on.

My brow furrowed, and I grew alert. After all, I wasn’t a naive kid anymore—I’d been through the wringer. I still kept my guard up around women who came on that strong out of nowhere. There was nothing valuable in the bedroom. The little cash I had at home? I’d already stashed it in the bank. If Chloe had any ulterior motives, she wouldn’t find a thing. That said, I still watched the bedroom like a hawk, wondering what she was up to. Getting up in the middle of the night usually meant needing to use the bathroom. But I waited forever, and no one came out. Instead, the faint rustling sounds grew louder. The old saying was true: the prettier the woman, the more she can deceive. I was getting annoyed. What was this restless woman up to? I stood up and directly opened the bedroom door. Just as I’d thought—Chloe was standing by the dresser, all three drawers pulled open, contents strewn across the floor. I rushed over, grabbed her arm, and pushed her onto the bed. “What are you doing?” Chloe fell onto the bed, silent. It took her a minute, like she was waking up from a daze, eyes wide. “Leo, I… I… What happened to me?” Her voice was soft, childlike—way more innocent than before. I grabbed her chin, staring her down: “You don’t know what you were just doing?” Chloe stared at me blankly, big eyes full of confusion. She raised a hand to rub her eyes, but I stopped her. “I… I don’t know.” Chloe pouted, voice all hurt and委屈. I led her to the bedside, pointing at the mess on the floor. “Why were you going through my stuff?” Chloe jumped, then immediately knelt down to start cleaning up. “I didn’t mean to—I didn’t do it on purpose.” Seeing her act so docile… did I misjudge her? The items on the bedside table weren’t anything important. They were just basic ingredient recipes Uncle Frank taught me when I first started at his restaurant. I relied on these to learn from scratch, gradually working my way up to head chef. These recipes were basic—you could buy them at any bookstore. No big secret. The real important stuff wasn’t kept at home. I pulled her up, tone softening. “Chloe, do you really not know what just happened?” Chloe bit her lip, shaking her head. “I was just sound asleep in bed, and the next thing I knew—there you were.” Then it hit me—I’d read about people like this online. Sleepwalkers. Doing weird stuff in the middle of the night was normal for them, and they’d have no memory when woken up. Chloe must’ve been uncomfortable sleeping in a new place and started sleepwalking. I bent down, planning to ask her again. But Chloe pulled her hand away, shuffling back in her slippers. “Leo, I know you don’t like me—you don’t trust me. It’s fine. Tonight… I guess I got what I wanted.” She slowly took off the new pajamas I’d bought her, turning her back to me as she pulled on her own T-shirt. “As soon as it’s light out, I’m moving out.” I froze: “But you don’t have a place to stay, no money, no job.” Chloe’s voice was tearful. “I’ll find a job with room and board… Anyway, I won’t bother you anymore, Leo.” How could that be? A beautiful young woman like her—without a man to watch her back? She’d get eaten alive out there. Besides, after spending today together… I looked at her exposed, fair skin and swallowed hard. I reached out, grabbing her, forcing her to turn around. “You’re not moving out. You’re staying here with me.” Chloe still kept her head down, looking all dejected. “What if I’m home alone, and you keep being suspicious?” She suddenly looked up at me: “Or maybe I should go out and work too?” I thought about it. I only had two days off a month. She’d definitely get bored home alone. “Okay, but no need to look elsewhere. Just come work at my restaurant.”

The restaurant was owned by my Uncle Frank Miller. Besides him, his wife Aunt Carol, and their son Jason, I was the only other employee. Meaning, it was a family business through and through—they usually didn’t let strangers in. But after I talked them into it, Chloe joined the restaurant as a dishwashing assistant. My cousin Jason Miller—only a couple years older than me—was eyeing Chloe like crazy. Luckily, he was already married, and his daughter was in elementary school. Plus, on Chloe’s first day, I pulled him aside and warned him she was my girlfriend—so he better not get any ideas. Jason knew better than to mess with Chloe. Uncle Frank, though, seemed happy. He patted my shoulder, saying I was really something. “Business is booming here—I’ve wanted to hire more help forever. But your cousin Jason’s always so cautious, never wants outsiders coming in.” My hands were burning from chopping onions, so I just gave a half-hearted answer. “Jason being careful is normal. But why doesn’t Aunt Carol help out?” Uncle Frank shook his head: “She says it’s too hard.” “See? That’s why I say you’re so capable, Leo. You found a girlfriend as gorgeous as a movie star, and she’s willing to do all this dirty kitchen work.” I glanced at Chloe—bent over the sink, scrubbing a mountain of dishes—and felt a surge of pride. “Indeed, I’ve found a gem.” Dishwashing was the hardest, dirtiest job in the whole restaurant. I purposely put Chloe on this tough task, but to my surprise—this woman actually rolled up her sleeves and started washing dishes without a word. And she washed them way cleaner than Aunt Carol ever did. Chloe did her work so well no one could find fault. Uncle Frank and Aunt Carol were really satisfied. It made me look good, and I even felt more energized while cooking. After work, Chloe’s arms were so sore she could barely lift them. She sat there blankly by the sink. I felt bad for her and helped her up. “Tired? Maybe take tomorrow off?” Chloe leaned half her body against me, shaking her head. “No, I want to stay with you.” “Even if it means washing dishes?” Chloe nodded, eyes full of determination. “Even if it means washing dishes.” After a long day, her bangs were stuck to her forehead with sweat, lips glistening. I couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her. “Why do you want to stay with me?” Chloe’s face flushed bright red, all the way down to her neck. She poked my chest. “Leo, do you really have to ask?” Seeing her shy expression, my heart felt all warm and fuzzy. After these two days, I believed her—she really liked me. Otherwise, she wouldn’t put up with such hard, tiring work just to be by my side. The next day in the kitchen, even Jason came over to give me a heads-up. “Such a delicate young woman—making her do such heavy work. You’ll scare your girlfriend off.” I paused chopping. “Then what do you think she should do?” Jason thought for a second: “Let her prep ingredients.” I told Chloe about the job change, and she jumped up excitedly. “Really?” Prepping ingredients was still tough work. With how busy our restaurant was, she’d be on her feet for over ten hours a day, non-stop. But Chloe was thrilled, throwing her arms around my neck. “Prepping ingredients is great! I can stay by your side the whole time.” Chloe moved to my side, helping out diligently. I gave her all the reference materials I’d used when I was learning. Chloe picked it up super fast, and her ingredient prep was surprisingly organized. In fact, she often prepped ingredients faster than I could cook. During the lunch rush, I was swamped—feet barely touching the ground, hands glued to the wok. The dish was almost done, but someone was still standing by my side. “Chloe, is the next dish ready yet?” “The one after that’s already done too.” “Okay, then go to the front—help Uncle Frank and Aunt Carol with the customers…” As soon as Chloe walked away, I pulled open the small compartment under the counter. “Leo, someone up front says they want to add a dish…” *Clang!* I jumped, hand shaking, and the small can fell to the floor.

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Lately, my social media feed has been flooded with breast cancer awareness videos. Maybe it was just in my head, but I actually started feeling a faint ache in my chest. Being the cautious person I am, and to nip any potential issues in the bud, I immediately booked an appointment with a breast specialist. I chose the most expensive top specialist, with a $75 consultation fee. I figured the higher the fee, the more reputable the doctor. But when I arrived at the hospital, I found out it was a male doctor… At 8 AM, the breast clinic at Metropolitan General Hospital was packed. Other exam rooms had just a few stragglers, but outside my doctor’s door, a massive queue had formed. It seemed people’s disposable income had really increased. So many were willing to pay $75 for a consultation, and most of them were young women. These women were incredibly cheerful, looking less like patients and more like fans at a meet-and-greet. The women coming out of the exam room were strange too; their faces were flushed with an odd, rosy glow, like ripe peaches. What was going on? Was this some new medical procedure I didn’t know about? “I’ve been refreshing the hospital app since midnight. Persistence pays off—I finally got an appointment with Dr. Julian!” “My sister highly recommended him. She said Dr. Julian’s technique is amazing; after he examines you, you feel like you’re floating on air. I wonder if it’s true…” “It’s true. You’ll see once you try it. Besides, looking at Dr. Julian’s handsome face, even the worst symptoms just fade away.” … I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the loud chatter of the two women ahead of me was impossible to ignore. So… Dr. Julian was a man? When I booked, I only paid attention to which doctor was most expensive; I didn’t check the details page. Seriously! I was here for a medical check-up, not to gawk at some guy. What were these women even thinking? And having a male stranger examine my chest felt incredibly awkward! I decided to sneak out and cancel the appointment before my name was called. But before I could leave, the exam room’s electronic prompt chimed. “Chloe Thompson, please come in.” Well, there went my $75 down the drain. Nervously, I knocked and entered. Inside, a man in a white coat sat behind a desk. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and was looking down, writing something. From my angle, I couldn’t clearly see his face. But his hair was thick and dark, and I couldn’t help but think he probably wasn’t a very skilled doctor. “Excuse me, Dr. Julian, I think I booked the wrong appointment. Would it be possible for you to—” “What?” He frowned, looking up and cutting me off. A striking, handsome face met my gaze. In that instant, my heart pounded, and I held my breath. Do you believe in love at first sight?

The words I’d prepared vanished the moment he looked up. I shook my head, dumbfounded. Wrong appointment? No, this was my fate! Dr. Julian asked me some routine questions, which I answered honestly. “Do you have a boyfriend?” “No.” His usually serious and professional expression seemed to soften when he heard my answer. At twenty-seven, this was the first time a man had spoken such direct words to me—especially one as handsome as him, exactly my type. “A-all of it?” I stammered, a blush creeping up my neck. “Including my bra?” “Yes.” I’d never been to a breast specialist before, so I didn’t know if this was normal. But his words sent a shiver through me, making my heart race and my hands tremble slightly. In front of him, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time, revealing the smooth, pale skin underneath. “Keep going.” Dr. Julian’s voice was low and calm, but his intense gaze never left my body. Maybe I was too nervous, but the bra that usually came off easily now seemed stuck. The atmosphere grew awkward. Dr. Julian crossed his arms, wearing an expression that seemed to say, “I’ve seen this before.” I gave up struggling and turned my back to him. “The clasp in the back seems stuck, and I can’t reach it. Dr. Julian, could you help me?” There was a brief silence in the exam room. Then, a pair of hands touched my back—cool, steady hands that quickly found the clasp. The familiar tightening, then loosening. I knew the clasp of my bra had been undone. I expected Dr. Julian to step back politely, but instead, he gently pulled me closer and slipped the bra off! “Ah!” His movements were so quick, I gasped and instinctively covered myself. “How am I supposed to examine you like that? Put your hands down and lie on the exam table.” Dr. Julian’s tone was completely professional, as casual as if he were discussing the weather. The more nonchalant he was, the more I felt like I was overreacting—completely missing the faint smirk on Julian’s lips.

I lay on the exam table, my hands nervously fidgeting with my skirt. The exam room was dimly lit, and I stared at the ceiling, my heart racing. The soft thud of footsteps grew closer, and I squeezed my eyes shut, too embarrassed to look at Dr. Julian. When you can’t see, your senses of touch and hearing become incredibly sharp. I heard a rustling sound beside me, then a pair of hands gently cupped my breast. I could feel his fingers—long, skilled, with a slight coolness that was surprisingly reassuring. Dr. Julian suddenly pressed down firmly, catching me off guard, and I winced in pain. “Ah—” “Don’t move. This could be hyperplasia. Let me check again.” His voice was colder than his touch. I immediately tensed up, not daring to move. I wondered if I was imagining things, but it felt like Julian was deliberately teasing me. His fingers seemed to dance across my skin—sometimes light, sometimes firm—sending shivers down my spine. The sensation was so intense that I had to bite my lip to keep from making any embarrassing sounds. I endured it, torn between discomfort and something else, just wanting the exam to end. Just when I thought I was about to give up entirely, Julian’s hands stilled. I opened my eyes and saw him backlit, slowly wiping his hands with an alcohol wipe. “Dr. Julian, is that all?” Julian paused, then leaned in suddenly, his voice low and teasing: “Are you saying you want me to continue?” His hot breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. I shook my head frantically, pushing him away and scrambling behind the privacy screen. He had such a handsome face, but why did he keep saying such suggestive things? “Dr. Julian, what’s my diagnosis? Is it serious?” Julian was typing on his computer. Without looking up, he said, “The exam seems fine. Go get an X-ray, then come back.” “Let’s exchange SnapChat IDs,” he called as I stood to leave. “It’s my personal account. You can message me directly if you have questions.” Julian’s SnapChat profile picture was a knitted flower, which didn’t quite match his image—it was actually kind of cute. The flower felt oddly familiar, but before I could think about it, the next patient knocked and entered, so I had to say goodbye to Dr. Julian. While waiting for the X-ray results, I received a call from my landlady, Mrs. Hayes. The moment I answered, her uncontrollable sobs filled my ear: “Chloe, dear, where are you? Can we meet up now?” Mrs. Hayes was a sophisticated middle-aged woman, always composed and rarely showing vulnerability. Seeing her like this, I didn’t even wait for my results. I quickly left the hospital and rushed to meet her. But I never expected to find my belongings scattered all over the hallway when I got home. The front door was wide open, and inside, people were roughly throwing my things out. My blood pressure spiked. My vision blurred, and I almost fainted on the spot. What was going on? Had my home been ransacked by robbers?

The men moving furniture inside were all burly and strong; there was no way I, a small woman, could confront them alone. Just as I pulled out my phone to call the police, Mrs. Hayes emerged from the elevator. “Oh, Chloe…” The tear stains on her face were still wet, and two dark circles under her eyes were prominent. She looked utterly distraught. “Mrs. Hayes, you’re here just in time. What’s going on?” Through Mrs. Hayes’s sobs, I slowly pieced together the story. Her husband had been in a car accident and needed surgery. The medical bills were astronomical, forcing her to sell her cars and properties. And the apartment I was renting just happened to have a buyer… “Mrs. Hayes, I deeply sympathize with your situation, but shouldn’t you have told me in advance? Now my things are scattered everywhere, my luggage is tossed out like trash, and it’s already so late. Where am I supposed to go?” “This is indeed my fault, Chloe. You know I haven’t raised your rent all this time. If I hadn’t been truly desperate, I wouldn’t have sold this apartment. But the buyer is in a hurry, and I desperately need the money.” Mrs. Hayes started crying again, lamenting her misfortune. Then she took my hand, her voice pleading: “Chloe, I remember your family lives nearby, right? Why don’t you go home for now? I’ll refund the rest of your rent.” There was no point arguing. I could only accept my fate. By the time I left the building, dragging two suitcases, it was completely dark. I felt like a stray cat, with nowhere to go. Of course, I could go back to my parents’ place, but every time we meet, they lecture me about being a freelancer—unstable job, no boyfriend, the whole list. Going home would just lead to another argument, so I decided to find a hotel for the night. To make matters worse, when I tried to check into a hotel, I realized I couldn’t find my ID. At the same time, a SnapChat message popped up on my phone. [Julian: I just checked the system. Your test results are in. Why haven’t you come back?] A patient’s always wary of a doctor’s sudden concern, and I was no exception. He was contacting me this late. Could it be that I had some serious illness?! I shakily called Julian on FaceTime. He answered immediately. “Dr. Julian, I had an emergency this afternoon and couldn’t wait for the report. Are you contacting me because the results aren’t good?” “Are you home right now?” My heart sank. How serious was this? He was asking if I was home—was he going to admit me immediately? “I’m at a hotel. Do I need to come back to the hospital now?” “Which hotel are you at? I’ll pick you up.” Julian’s tone sounded urgent. Fearing the worst, I immediately told him the address. Less than half an hour later, the hotel room door opened, and Julian walked in, bringing a gust of cool air with him. My anxious heart unexpectedly calmed the moment I saw him. He exhaled slowly, walking towards me. He took my suitcases and said softly: “Coming with me?” Wow, he was handsome! I was completely charmed, my mind blank. I nodded and followed him. When I came to my senses, I was already sitting in the passenger seat of his car. Julian asked why I was stranded. I explained what had happened. He listened quietly, his eyes fixed on me. “So, do you want to stay at my place?” “?” Perhaps seeing the guarded look in my eyes, Julian quickly added: “My house is big, with empty rooms. You can stay until you find a new place. And with your health situation, it’ll be easier if I’m nearby.” He was just being a good doctor, and here I was, overthinking it! Besides, what was there to worry about? If Julian and I lived together, he’d be the one at a disadvantage. “Thank you, Dr. Julian. That’s very kind of you.” I was worried about my health and asked Julian several times about the test results during the drive. He always seemed evasive, which made me uneasy. Just as I was about to burst into tears from overthinking, he finally said: “Don’t worry. The results show a bit of hyperplasia, nothing serious. I can just massage it daily, and it’ll clear up.” At the time, I had no idea that his “massages” would change our relationship forever…

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My boyfriend has a one-of-a-kind talent. He can craft dolls that look exactly like real people. A five-foot-three doll, dressed in an exquisite gown, With flawless makeup, incredibly beautiful. Displayed in a glittering glass case, it shimmered. I leaned in closer and realized it looked like a real person… Do you know how those dolls in fancy dresses at the exhibition are made? They’re not plastic. They’re made from the bodies of young girls. And I own one of these lifelike dolls. Later, I saw many more in my boyfriend’s exhibition hall. One day, while we were intimate, my boyfriend eagerly showed me how he created these “Barbie dolls.” As I was completely lost in pleasure, my boyfriend pulled a ribbon he’d carefully prepared from the nightstand. Slowly, he wrapped it around my neck, his fingers tightening, tightening, and tightening again… Watching me gasp at the brink of death, he spoke, his voice trembling with excitement. “Chloe, you’ve always been curious about how I make my dolls so perfect, haven’t you? Well, I’ll tell you now!” “This is how it’s done—they die in ecstasy.” “That mix of excitement and pain stays etched on their faces forever.” “That’s how you make the most captivating dolls.” “To set them, you have to work while their bodies are still soft.” “You pour glue over their entire skin,” “Then meticulously apply the simulated skin, piece by piece.” “Add delicate makeup,” “Dress them in luxurious gowns and display them in glass cases.” “That way, countless people can truly appreciate their beauty.” “But my Chloe, you’re naturally stunning,” “The most exquisite girl I’ve seen in years.” “You’ll be my most perfect masterpiece…” My boyfriend recounted this, his face alight with excitement as he watched my face slowly turn pale.

My boyfriend, Julian, was a toy restorer. Thirty years old this year, his hands were incredibly skilled. No matter how severely damaged a doll was, Julian could fix it quickly. Julian and I connected over dolls… I’ve been a loyal Barbie fan since childhood, obsessed with collecting princess Barbies. Especially on my twenty-third birthday, I unexpectedly received a very unique doll. Her touch felt just like real skin, incredibly pleasant. I paid a hefty price to get her, Taking meticulous care of her every day, afraid of even a scratch. But an accident still happened! My little niece, Lily, snuck into my room and knocked over my Barbie. My doll’s edges chipped in several places. Frustrated, I had no choice but to ask around for someone to fix her. Seeing me gloomy all the time, my good friend Stella recommended a toy restorer, Julian. “Chloe, I’m telling you, he’s amazing! All his customers rave about him.” “Seriously, just try him. You’ll be satisfied.” “We’ll see,” I replied dismissively. But I didn’t take Stella’s words seriously at all. After several renowned restorers examined my doll and shook their heads helplessly, I finally decided to follow Stella’s advice and visit the restorer she recommended. That was the first time I met Julian. He truly stunned me at first sight. Delicate gold-rimmed glasses, fair skin, long, slender fingers – he looked like a refined young gentleman. “Can he really do it? He doesn’t look like he can!” Stella subtly nudged me with her elbow, signaling me to keep my voice down. Just as I looked up, I saw Julian staring directly at me, his gaze eerie and sending shivers down my spine. My scalp tightened, and I could only manage an awkward smile, ducking behind my best friend. “Hello, can I help you?” Julian asked. Seeing me hesitate, Stella spoke up and started chatting with him. “Hello, my friend’s Barbie broke, and she was wondering if you could fix it.” After Julian confirmed he could, I left the Barbie at his studio. When I went to pick up my Barbie princess that weekend, I was utterly shocked. I couldn’t believe Julian’s skill was truly incredible. All the chipped edges were perfectly repaired. Even tiny scratches were gone. I was amazed, showering him with praise, thinking Stella really hadn’t lied. Julian seemed a bit shy; he just gave me a bashful smile at my compliments and didn’t say anything more. But when I got home, I noticed something: my doll seemed… strange. Her skin felt just like human skin. I asked Julian about it, and he said it was his special technique, a method he used specifically to earn money! Seeing my intense interest, he invited me to his exhibition that weekend. But I never imagined that this outing would lead me to discover something truly astonishing…

After Julian’s invitation, I decided to visit his place. Julian asked for my address and drove to my house to pick me up. He was so enthusiastic, I agreed. Julian drove me to a run-down part of town, tucked away in a corner on the west side. Looking at the dilapidated houses, I felt a pang of regret. It seemed so remote. And Julian and I had only met once. A hint of fear began to creep in. But when I stepped inside the exhibition hall, I dismissed my fears. It was absolutely worth the trip! Julian led me into his doll exhibition, and my jaw nearly dropped. The small room was filled with exquisitely dressed, life-sized dolls. They were displayed in glass cases along both walls, looking just like real people. I couldn’t resist reaching out to touch one. The sensation was exactly like real human skin. I couldn’t help but exclaim. “This is incredible! It’s exactly like a real person. I’ve never felt anything so lifelike. What material is this made of?” Seeing my shocked expression, Julian smiled mysteriously, then leaned close to my ear and whispered. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? It’s made from human skin! Hehehe, it’s fresh skin I peeled off women!” Warm, moist air sprayed onto my ear, combined with Julian’s somewhat serious face, immediately gave me goosebumps all over. Seeing that I was genuinely startled, Julian burst into laughter. “Didn’t scare you, did I? This is simulated skin I imported from Japan. I was just teasing you.” Oh, so that was it. I really had been scared. I let out a long sigh of relief. I meticulously admired every doll in the hall. Each one was truly unique. Different ages, varying eye colors, distinct skin textures… Just like categories of people: innocent college girls, sultry young women, sophisticated housewives. Everything imaginable was there, satisfying every aesthetic preference. But I was particularly drawn to a doll in a corner glass case. She was different from all the others. Not only did her skin look human, but her expression of sorrow was also incredibly lifelike. A vividly realistic look, her eyes brimming with unshed tears—it was simply captivating. The most astonishing thing was the continuous stream of tears flowing from her eyes, as if a real woman were suffering some intense pain…

Seeing my interest, Julian offered to give me one of the dolls he had made. “Pick one. It’s rare to find someone with the same passion as me! Let’s be friends.” I was overjoyed. So, I hesitantly pointed to the “lifelike” crying doll. Julian chuckled, teasingly. “You certainly don’t hold back, picking the most ‘spirited’ one in our shop.” I thought he wouldn’t part with it, but to my surprise, he readily gave me the doll. Seeing my incredulous expression, Julian’s voice, full of amusement, reached my ears again. “It’s rare to find someone with shared interests. It’s just a doll, no big deal. Besides, I’ll have an even better one soon.” He said this while looking at me, as if he was calculating something. That evening, he even personally delivered the doll to my home. But on the very first night the doll was in my house, I noticed something wasn’t right. I kept feeling an unseen gaze constantly following me, as if my every move was being monitored. But I live alone. If I had to pinpoint it, the only other presence would be the doll displayed in the living room cabinet. Half-asleep in the middle of the night, I suddenly heard a woman’s voice coming from above me. “Take me home! It’s so cold…” The female voice kept repeating. I got out of bed, but I searched every corner of the house and found nothing amiss. “Ahhh! Help me, no, no…” The woman’s voice suddenly reappeared. Goosebumps erupted all over my body, and drops of sweat trickled down my forehead. I fumbled in the dark, following the woman’s voice, And unknowingly, I walked into a room with mirrors on all four sides. The mirror in front of me showed a man and a woman entangled in a struggle. The man was thrusting vigorously over the woman, heavy gasps continuously escaping his lips. Throughout the silent room, the woman’s moans — a mix of pleasure and pain — echoed. It made me blush intensely, wishing I could leave immediately. Just then, the scene shifted. The man suddenly pulled out a black ribbon and wrapped it around the woman’s neck. Slowly tightening it, the woman whimpered and struggled, but it was useless. I wanted to warn the woman, but I found I couldn’t make a sound. I watched, wide-eyed, as the man tightened his grip, and the woman gradually stopped moving. At that moment, a terrifying scene unfolded. The man suddenly turned his head, grinning at me. Recognizing his face, I gasped, covering my mouth in shock, but still couldn’t stop myself from screaming. “Ah!” I couldn’t control my scream. Then I realized it was just a dream. I gasped for air, my heart still pounding. The dream felt so real, as if it had actually happened. I put on my shoes and got out of bed, ready to get some water. But when I looked up, I saw the crying doll standing right beside my bed. Her eyes stared directly at me, looking both terrifying and eerie. And around her neck hung a black ribbon… But how could she be here? I distinctly remembered placing her in the glass case in the living room… After a moment of thought, I shook my head, dismissing the impractical ideas from my mind. Maybe I’d just intended to put the doll in the living room display, but hadn’t actually moved it. I certainly had a history of doing silly things like that!

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Three years ago, at a product launch, I punched my ex-wife Victoria’s then-boyfriend, Blake, so hard he went deaf in one ear. I was detained. Victoria filed for divorce the next morning. From a jail cell, I learned she’d married him. My friends knew how possessive I was, and they expected me to reclaim Victoria the moment I got out. Instead, I disappeared. Until my name was called out at a bustling tourist spot. “How many skewers do you want?” I asked politely, “And do you want extra spice?” Victoria’s eyes welled up. “You…you even forgot I never eat spicy food?” … My voice remained perfectly even, a flat professional courtesy. “Apologies. We serve hundreds of people a night. Safer to ask than to assume.” For a moment, the only sound was her sharp, indrawn breath, followed by the restless shuffle of the queue behind her. “Are you going to order or not? This is the TikTok spot. Move it or lose your spot.” Victoria stared at me for a long time, her eyes aching, before she finally lowered her head and quickly ordered a few skewers. “No spice.” I offered a polite smile. “Seven to ten minutes. Please wait over there.” With that, I bent my head, focused on the grill. Every movement was precise and efficient. Victoria stared at my cracked, swollen hands, then suddenly snatched the skewer right out of them. “Alex! Stop doing this!” I snatched the skewer back, a deep frown creasing my forehead. “Ma’am, please don’t interrupt my work. There are many other customers waiting.” The customer in line behind her sounded annoyed. “Are you out of your mind? You’re stopping the owner from making a living, do you want him to starve?” Victoria looked as if she’d been stung. “What do you guys know? Alex is completely wasting his talent here! You couldn’t possibly understand his ambitions.” The customers eyed me with amusement. “What, his old flame?” “I used to have big ambitions too, but now I drive a taxi every day.” “Right? I wanted to be a billionaire, but now I’m buried under loans.” Victoria looked at these people as if they were idiots, her eyes filled with disdain. “There’s no reasoning with you people.” She turned back to me, her eyes shining with fervor. “Alex, I…I believe you’re not doing this willingly. The code and programs you developed are the most brilliant things in the world. If you wanted to, you could make millions in a snap. Why are you wasting yourself here?” Before I could answer, her eyes reddened with self-reproach. “Is it because of me?” “I know what happened back then hit you hard, but I never imagined you’d fall into such despair, to end up like this…” Her eyes were filled with pity, as if I was doing something utterly degrading. My gaze remained calm. “Ma’am, if you don’t want to eat, I can cancel your order. Please don’t interfere with my business.” Victoria froze completely, her eyes a mix of disbelief and sorrow. She sat back down, tears welling up. “Who said I’m not eating? I want to eat.” I turned and continued to finish the skewers in my hand. Victoria ate while shedding tears, her eyes frequently darting towards me, hoping I would comfort her like I used to. But I only slightly frowned, then refilled her tissue box. “Ma’am, if you need help, there’s a police station about five hundred yards away.” At my words, Victoria finally couldn’t bear my indifference. She covered her face and ran off. It wasn’t until I was about to pack up my stall. Victoria, who had been hiding in the shadows for a long time, suddenly spoke. “How long have you been doing this?” She pulled out a stack of cash and placed it in front of me. “I’m here on vacation. If you spend two hours showing me around, you’ll earn more than you do with this stall.”

My gaze landed on the thick wad of cash. Three, maybe four thousand. Enough for the doll Lily had been eyeing for weeks. The skewers were sold out. Only an idiot would walk away from honest money. “Alright, I know this place inside out.” I smiled, taking the money, not feeling any embarrassment. Victoria’s voice was unsteady. “You…you never used to care about money like this. Small money.” “There was that time…some heir tried to buy me a drink for half a million. You broke a million-dollar bottle of cognac over his head. It cost us a deal worth ten times that.” Looking at my grease-stained, cheap T-shirt, her expression was indescribable. “Your skin is sensitive. You couldn’t wear cheap polyester. You only wore tailored pure wool suits, and even a pair of plain socks cost enough to buy your entire stall.” She couldn’t understand how the once dashing, extravagant man could have changed so much. I didn’t respond, just smiled and pointed towards the building on the distant cliff, like a castle in the clouds. “That structure, built right on the cliff face, is a local landmark.” I naturally introduced the attraction to her, then turned back to ask. “Have you been up there?” Victoria had been watching me, and she shook her head blankly. “Go take a look. When you see the vast world spread out before your eyes, you’ll understand.” I once thought I could never let go of Victoria. Now, thinking back, it was truly laughable. Victoria met my honest gaze, devoid of any love, and felt a pang in her heart. “Okay.” On the way up the mountain, I acted like a dutiful guide, enthusiastically telling her about the local culture and traditions. When we passed other vendors, I’d greet them cheerfully. “Alex, moonlighting as a guide again?” “Young people certainly have stamina, working late guiding tourists up the mountain for extra cash.” Victoria looked at my slender profile and quietly asked. “Do you often work as a guide?” I answered frankly. “Sometimes I show tourists around, but none of them are as generous as you.” I flashed a wide, genuine smile. Victoria finally realized, at that moment, that I was genuinely happy about this small sum of money I would have scorned before. It wasn’t about trying to get a rise out of her. “Alex, don’t be like this.” She suddenly grabbed my hand, her voice earnest. “Even if we’re divorced, I don’t want to see you fall apart like this.” “You’re not an ordinary person. Even if you’ve been to prison, you can still make a comeback.” She pulled out her phone and quickly typed in a bank account number. “I was always afraid to contact you. I thought you were doing well, but I never expected you to…This money is what I owe you. Take it and start a new business.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she typed in the amount: five million. I just watched Victoria, silent. She thought I was silently accepting the money, but then her phone screen flashed a notification: the recipient’s bank account was closed. She was completely stunned. “Alex…do you hate me?” She looked up at me, her eyes brimming with tears. “This is the account you opened when you proposed. The number was my birthday and lucky numbers. You said you’d keep it forever, that every time you spent money, it was saving happiness for me. Don’t you want me to be happy anymore?” My gaze calmly shifted to the man behind her. “Your happiness is here.”

Victoria paused, then slowly turned her head. Blake stood quietly not far away, extending his hand to her. “Honey, I’ve been waiting for you up here.” He pulled out his phone. “I messaged you hours ago to meet at the summit. I didn’t expect you to take so long to come up. I was worried something had happened to you.” Victoria stared at me blankly, my words echoing in her mind. So brief, yet so hurtful. Seeing Victoria didn’t move, Blake walked forward and took her hand, then whispered intimately in her ear. “Who’s this?” Compared to three years ago, I had a few more lines of hardship on my face, but my looks hadn’t really changed. Blake, however, deliberately pretended not to recognize me. Victoria stiffly introduced me. “This…this is Alex.” Blake gasped dramatically, covering his mouth. “My God, Alex. What happened to you? You look…weathered.” His disgusted gaze fell on my faded T-shirt. “Adidai? Alex, really. If you can’t afford the real thing, must you try quite so hard? Wearing such an obvious counterfeit…it’s just sad.” Then he realized he’d said the wrong thing and shrank back behind Victoria, looking scared. “I’m always blunt, I didn’t mean any harm. Please don’t hit me again. Victoria spent millions getting me a cochlear implant.” Blake’s eyes were full of provocation, but I didn’t react at all. Victoria had always considered Blake’s bluntness a virtue, but now it sounded grating. “Blake, enough.” Blake rolled his eyes at me impatiently, then whined to Victoria. “Okay, my dearest wife, it’s my fault, I spoke without thinking. But Alex really has changed so much from three years ago. I was just too shocked.” Blake pulled a premium black card from his pocket. “I just heard Victoria wants to help you, but your bank account must have been frozen three years ago, right? This card has five million in it. It should be enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life.” I reached out to push the card back, but Blake sneered, then let go. The bank card slapped against the muddy ground. Blake looked at me apologetically. “Oops, my hand slipped.” “I remember you used to be a germaphobe. But I guess after selling BBQ for so long, you wouldn’t have that anymore, huh?” “I heard street food from stalls is often unsanitary and disgusting. You don’t mind selling this stuff for money, and you’re quite hardy.” The customers nearby, holding their skewers, all looked disgusted, questioning their food. My gaze instantly hardened, fixed on him. Victoria thought I was about to hit Blake, and she nervously shielded him. I picked up the mud-stained bank card and tossed it into Blake’s chest. “Every ingredient here passes inspection,” I said, my voice calm and firm. “If you have proof of wrongdoing, feel free to report it.” My response seemed to tip the scales. Customers stepped forward to defend me. “The lamb and beef skewers here are freshly cut and skewered by the owner early in the morning. We all saw it!” “He even livestreams the whole process-from buying the meat at the market to marinating it. Everything’s clean. There’s nothing unsanitary about this place!” Blake tried to say something else, but Victoria, her face hardened, pulled him back. “Blake, that’s enough.” Blake reluctantly shut his mouth, not daring to say more. Victoria looked at my eyes, devoid of any warmth, and her fingers slowly tightened. “I apologize for disturbing you today. It won’t happen again.” “You…you’ve changed so much.”

Three years ago, Victoria promised that after the product launch, she’d announce our marriage to the media. But when I changed into my clothes, I saw Victoria walk onto the stage with Blake. She not only praised him as a tech genius but also blushed and looked down when reporters asked about her love life, letting the public assume they were a couple. I wanted to suppress my anger and confront her after the press conference. But then an intimate photo of Victoria suddenly appeared on my phone. The man in it was Blake, on stage, smirking at me, as if I was already a defeated man. Back then, I was young, hot-headed, and couldn’t stand any disrespect. I stormed onto the stage and landed punch after punch on Blake’s face, beating him senseless. Victoria also recalled the scene, giving me a bitter, slightly fearful smile. “If you had been as calm then as you are now, maybe we wouldn’t have ended up this way.” As soon as she said that, Blake’s face instantly went pale. I remained silent, not responding, inwardly calculating how much time I had left. Her eyes, complex, lingered on me, then she finally sighed. “Blake’s behavior just now was inappropriate. I apologize for him.” She took the card from Blake’s hand, carefully wiped it clean, then handed it to me. “Please take it. If you don’t, I’ll feel terrible.” Blake’s eyes were red with anger, but he still pretended to be magnanimous. My gaze was calm as I looked at Victoria, then I stepped back, creating distance between us. “Since your husband is here, I won’t bother you two anymore.” “I don’t need this money.” Saying that, I pulled out a few bills from the money Victoria had just given me. “I originally planned to be your guide for two hours. It’s half an hour short, so I’m returning a quarter of the money.” I pressed the money into Victoria’s hand and turned to leave. “Alex!” She yelled at me. “Can’t you just give in a little!” “Three years ago, just because Blake went on stage before you to introduce himself, you beat him deaf and refused to apologize.” “And now, because of your pride, you’re refusing my help.” “Don’t you know you’re only hurting yourself?” “Didn’t you say you wanted to build a career, to make something of yourself? Look at you now…Your mom’s dying wish was to see you settled down with a family, have you forgotten?” Seeing the shift in my expression, Seeing the shift in my expression, Victoria pressed on. “Take this. Live a decent life. Find a wife, have a child. Consider it…my compensation.” Just as she was about to press the card into my hand, a little girl rushed into my arms. “Daddy, why aren’t you home yet? Mommy and I were so worried about you.” I broke into a wide smile, hugging my daughter and kissing her. “I’ll take you home right now.” Victoria’s expression instantly froze, and her voice trembled. “This…is this your daughter?”

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I was harassed by a stranger on the subway, almost assaulted, when he showed up. He was the guy I’d been crushing on for over two years— my best friend’s cousin. With this kind of proximity, I had the advantage, so I made my move, seducing him in every way until I finally got him into bed. “Whew… just made it!” I squeezed onto the crowded subway, panting as I sat down and reached for my phone to text my bestie. But as I glanced down, I realized something was seriously wrong. My full, pale cleavage had two obvious points sticking out! To look good for reuniting with my long-lost best friend, I’d dressed up carefully today. Wanting cute photos, I wore a low-cut halter top with nipple pasties underneath, but now somehow… The train jolted, and without any real support, they started bouncing. That’s when a sketchy guy in a face mask shuffled over from the other side and sat next to me. I quickly hunched over, trying to hide it, terrified he’d notice. But the next second, a big hand landed on my back. Then it slid down, squeezing my waist—not too hard, not too soft. “Ah…” I couldn’t hold back a soft moan. Realizing what happened, I clapped a hand over my mouth. But the guy grabbed my wrist with his rough hand and pulled it toward him. My hand was forced onto his belt buckle. “You…” I started to yell, but he covered my mouth and leaned in close to my ear, whispering slowly: “Go ahead and scream if you’re not afraid of embarrassing yourself. Better yet, let the whole train know you’re going out braless.” “You don’t want this getting filmed and posted online, do you?” He had a point. The train wasn’t empty—if things escalated and it went viral, my life would be ruined. But this was public transportation; even if he had bad intentions, he couldn’t do much. Seeing me quiet down, the creep smirked triumphantly, let go, and pulled down his mask, revealing yellowed teeth. I gagged in disgust, but that seemed to piss him off. One hand clamped the back of my neck while the other unzipped his pants! My head couldn’t resist the pressure; I was forced to bend down, inching closer to his foul-smelling crotch. That’s when it hit me—I’d been wrong from the start. Endless tolerance only gets you hurt! Better to be embarrassed than assaulted by a stranger! “Help! Help!” I screamed. As I struggled desperately, the hand on my neck suddenly went limp. Then I was yanked into a warm embrace. “Get lost now, or I’m calling the cops.” A deep, attractive male voice sounded in my ear. The pervert was all bark and no bite; hearing that, he zipped up frantically and bolted off at the next stop. “You okay?” The guy’s tone was incredibly gentle. I slowly looked up at him. The moment I saw his face, I froze. I knew him—not just knew him, he was the senior I’d crushed on for over two years in college—Michael Gao! “I-I’m fine, thank you.” I looked down, mortified, wishing the floor would swallow me. Then I felt warmth on my shoulders. He took off his jacket and draped it over me. He glanced at me thoughtfully, then held out his phone. On the screen was a photo—a selfie of me and my best friend. “Sarah Jenkins is my cousin. She mentioned her bestie was coming today—it must be you.” “I’ve been staying at her place these days. Come. Come on, let’s head back together.” The guy I’d crushed on was my best friend’s cousin! Yeah, I’d told Sarah about my crush, but never showed her his photo and always just called him “senior.” If I’d known this connection, I’d have made a move ages ago! But… it probably wasn’t too late now. I gave him a shy glance and nodded.

Besties reuniting means drinks all around. Michael drank plenty too. By the end, Sarah passed out face-down on the table. But I wasn’t drunk. I knew some things you can only pull off pretending to be wasted. So I pressed a palm to my forehead. Acted dizzy. Slumped straight into his lap. My head rested against his thigh. Warm. Firm. “You’ve had too much.” Alcohol gave me courage. I reached up. Touched his face. “You’re so handsome, Michael.” Fingers slid slow down his cheek. Over stubble. Down his throat. Felt his Adam’s apple bob. Lower still. Along collarbone. Over the hard planes of his chest. When I reached his abs, his large hand clamped mine fast. “You’re drunk.” Voice low. Rough. Sexy as sin. “Let me take you to your room.” “Okay… to the room.” I pouted. “But I can’t walk. Carry me.” He didn’t hesitate. Arms slid under me. Lifted me effortless. “Good. I’ll carry you.” Michael stared down. Desire burned open in his eyes. Dark. Hungry. My heart raced. Thought I’d won. But then his gaze cleared. Control snapped back. He carried me inside. Laid me gentle on the bed. Knelt. Slipped off my shoes one by one. Tucked the blanket over me. Stood to leave. I kicked the covers off. Whined soft. “Michael… don’t go. I’m so hot…” “These clothes… too tight. Hard to take off…” “Michael… Michael…” I sat up swaying. Grabbed his hand. Yanked hard. He wasn’t ready. Stumbled forward. Fell over me. His full weight pinned me a second. Then he caught himself on one arm. But his free hand landed perfect—right on my soft chest. Palm pressed warm through thin fabric. Nipple hardened instant under the pressure. Electricity shot everywhere. Tingles. Heat. Wet rush between my thighs. Breath caught. Body arched up into his touch without thinking. He froze. Eyes locked on mine. Pupils blown wide. I couldn’t stop now. Too far gone. My smaller hand covered his big one. Guided it. Pressed firmer. Made him squeeze. Soft flesh filled his palm. I moaned quiet. “Michael…” Voice breathy. “Does that feel good?” “Mmm, ye—” Before he finished, he pinched himself hard and jumped off me. “Sorry, I drank too much. Rest well—I’m going.” He fled the room like he was escaping. I sighed and flopped back. Was I really not attractive to him at all? Or did he prefer sweet and innocent types, not aggressive ones? If so, tomorrow morning I’d apologize! No, that would be too obvious. I’d pretend I blacked out from drinking—remember nothing. Then build a pure, sweet-girl image and slowly break down his defenses until he fell for me! Lost in thought, I heard strange noises. Listening closely, they were coming from next door—Michael’s room! I tiptoed to his door; it was ajar, a small crack open. Peeking in, my eyes widened. Michael was shirtless, leaning against the headboard, lower half covered by a gray blanket, his hand moving rhythmically under it. Guys need release sometimes—understandable. But what shocked me: as his movements lifted the blanket edge, I saw he was holding something purple. That purple was my lace thong with ties—I’d just washed it and hung it on the balcony tonight! Smiling, I gently pushed the door open.

The door slid open silently. Michael had his head thrown back in pleasure, oblivious to me entering. Seeing him like that made me itch with desire—this man was irresistible no matter what. I crept slowly toward the bed. Just as I reached the edge, he sensed something and snapped his eyes open. The second he saw me, panic hit. Michael’s face flushed; he clutched the sheet tight around his waist. He tried to stand, but the blanket was too small—if he did, his back would be fully exposed. So he stayed seated, eyes darting away, refusing to look at me. Like a kid caught misbehaving. I bent down and picked up the thong he’d dropped in his panic. “Oh! Michael, this… isn’t this mine…” I pretended to be shy, coquettishly tossing it into his lap. “You’re so bad! Stealing my panties to do naughty things! I hate you…” “Sorry, I… I…” To my surprise, Michael just apologized—no excuses. No wonder I picked him—he was a good guy! I sat on the bed and pressed a finger to his lips. “Michael, I’m not mad. I just… don’t understand.” “Understand what?” he asked. I stared intensely and leaned closer: “I just don’t get it—I’m right here. Why use my panties when you could have me?” “And if you’re using those, you need the set—can’t do without the bra, right?” As I spoke, I reached back, unclasped my bra, and slid it off my arms. Then, teasingly pinching the strap, I dangled it in front of him. If he was holding back before, he completely lost it now. His eyes burned with raw desire, ready to consume me. He flipped me onto the bed. Roughly snatching the bra, he pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand. “Michael, what are you doing?” I asked innocently. He smirked, leaning close to my ear: “You.” Then he bit my earlobe.

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Accidentally Stumbling into the Cow Herd Group, My gentle and virtuous sister-in-law is actually the top S-grade cow in there! Her job is surprisingly so thrilling! And my brother has no idea, even urging her to keep taking those supplements. Seeing her milk cravings gradually intensify, I could no longer hold back… I was playing with my newborn nephew, when a friend sent me a sleazy emoji, asking if I wanted some milk. I thought maybe my buddy Zach had a good source, perfect for buying some for my nephew, so I said sure, send the link. No link came, but an invite to join a group did. A QR code for a group called “Milk Cow Herd.” I couldn’t help but wonder, is it fresh-squeezed? Out of curiosity, I joined the chat. While waiting, I asked my friend what kind of milk it was and how the quality was. “I’m buying it for my little nephew, quality has to be top-notch!” Unexpectedly, Zach burst out laughing: “No way, no way, you really can’t tell what kind of milk this is?!” I frowned: “Stop teasing, just tell me!” Zach chuckled and dodged: “You’ll know once you join the group in a bit. Don’t blame me for not warning you—better find a private spot.” Knowing Zach’s personality, I figured it wasn’t that simple. Sure enough, after joining, it blew my mind. I went back to my room, locked the door, and as soon as I entered, a few messages popped up. “A-grade milk is pretty good, fragrant and thick.” “You’re new, right? I suggest trying S-grade—that taste is extra smooth, but S-grade is the most expensive.” “How expensive?” “One cup ten grand, direct five grand? Wait, no—$1,000 a cup, direct $5,000.” “Holy crap, but if it’s as good as you say, it’s worth it.” What the hell, milk at $1,000 a cup? The most expensive formula I’ve seen is like $100 a can. $1,000 a cup—this is sky-high! Scammers! Just as I was about to leave the group and report it, a chat log was sent. The group owner @ me: “Welcome new friend, check the chat history above for cow photos and prices. Like one, DM me.” I excitedly clicked in, wanting to see what milk was worth more than gold. What caught my eye was a photo of massive breasts! Snow-white peaks with a pink pearl right in the middle, a milky white droplet oozing from the tip of the pink pearl, making your mouth water. I sharp-eyed spotted a small star-shaped tattoo in the cleavage. This woman is so wild! Tattooing right in the middle of her chest. Below the photo: “S-grade, $1,000 a cup, direct $5,000.” Scrolling down, photos labeled A, B, C, D, all kinds. They were all stunning, but none compared to the first S-grade I saw. The round, full, perky curve really made you want to grab and knead hard. Looking at these photos had my face flushing, heart pounding, swallowing saliva repeatedly. I quickly called Zach; he seemed to be waiting, picked up in a second. “What the hell are you playing at?” My voice was trembling, body getting hotter, my lower half tightening as expected. Zach let out a wicked laugh: “Hahaha, how’s that? From your voice, I know you’re satisfied.” I was about to curse him out for this messed-up stuff—getting caught would be fun in jail. Then a door-opening sound came from outside, my heart jumped to my throat, I hung up immediately. I suddenly remembered—I came home specifically to see my newborn nephew, hadn’t told my brother yet. Hope they didn’t hear? In that moment, a sucking sound came from outside, seemed like in the living room. I held my breath, cracked the door to peek.

From the crack in my door, I saw a woman on the sofa across the hall. Her body curved in a perfect S shape. She cradled my newborn nephew in her arms. His tiny mouth latched onto her pink nipple. He sucked steadily. Each pull made her full, pale breast lift and fall in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. My gaze drifted lower without permission. Lingering on the soft swell. The way her skin flushed warm under his feeding. Then recognition hit. This was my sister-in-law. Heat flooded my face. I jerked back from the door. But my ears still burned. Pulse loud in my head. Something tugged at memory. I leaned forward again. Peeked carefully. My eyes fixed on her cleavage. There it was. A small star-shaped tattoo nestled right in the center. My stomach dropped. It matched the tattoo on the S-grade cow from the group photos. Exact spot. Same delicate lines. The curve of her breasts rose identical to those pictures. Full. Firm. Perky in the same impossible way. Skin so smooth it begged to be touched. Nipple still glistening from my nephew’s mouth. A sharp ache twisted low in my gut. Desire mixed with shock. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Every gentle bounce as she shifted sent a jolt through me. While I stood frozen, my phone rang loudly. The sound shattered the quiet. My heart slammed against my ribs.It was that idiot Zach! I panicked trying to silence it, then my sister-in-law’s voice rang out. “Who is it?” I turned off the phone, cleared my throat, and shouted out. “It’s me.” “ Ethan? You came back without saying anything.” I awkwardly replied: “Too tired, came to see the little guy and fell asleep.” Opening the door, my sister-in-law had already dressed, though a few drops of liquid still lingered on her jeans, unwiped. She’d put my nephew back in his room, asked what I wanted to eat—she’d cook. She wore tight jeans outlining perfect curves, a white blouse stretched to the limit by two massive melons, like they’d burst any second. Thinking she’s the top S-grade in the cow group, I choked. Emily was my brother’s second wife, kind, gentle, virtuous—no flaws. But if she’s doing that behind his back, I’ll find evidence and make her divorce my brother! All sorts of thoughts jumbled my mind. “There is no need, I’ll go back to sleep.” She nodded without saying more. I went to my room, opened my phone—Zach had sent several voice messages. Clicked the first: Zach still laughing. “Hey hey, you shy or what? Hahaha, didn’t think you’d be so innocent.” “I warn you, don’t report it! Heard someone did before—useless, and got a leg broken.” “Anyway, I haven’t tried yet.” He muttered low. Then Zach explained: $1,000 for fresh-squeezed to drink, $5,000 definitely direct from the source. Finally, seeing no reply, teased: “Where’d you go? Couldn’t handle it and went to jerk off?” I twitched, cursed: “You jerk off!” Ignored him after, reopened the group, found that photo again. The round curve, pink tips—identical to my sister-in-law’s. To confirm if S-grade was her, I messaged Zach to book S-grade, record the squeezing process. Then gritted teeth, transferred $1,000. Free milk—Zach happily agreed! Soon Zach said booked, time tomorrow 3 PM. Evening, my brother came home. I looked gloomy, not knowing how to speak. “Darling, remember to take the supplements I bought.” My brother set the fancy bottle on the table, eyes soft on Emily. I couldn’t help the quiet task. “She probably doesn’t need more, right?” Those breasts of hers were already massive, heavy and round, straining every button on her blouse. They looked bigger than my nephew’s head. Any more growth and the fabric wouldn’t stand a chance. Truth was, my brother looked worn out. Thinner since last time. Cheeks hollow. He was the one who needed boosting. He waved me off. “You wouldn’t understand.” I let it drop. Later that night, fresh from the shower, I collapsed on the bed. Phone lit up. Video from Zach. S-grade teaser, he wrote. I hit play. Pink sheer lingerie clung to her body. Thin fabric hid nothing. Full breasts swayed with every slow twist of her hips. Nipples dark against the pale material. Hard. Begging attention. She moved closer to the camera. Breath hitching audible. One hand slid up. Fingers hooked the strap. Pulled it down. A perfect breast spilled free. Heavy. Glistening at the tip with a bead of milk. She cupped it from below. Lifted. Squeezed gently. The pearl-hard nipple pointed straight at me. Another drop formed. Swelled. Fell. Her soft moan filled my ears. She pushed the breast toward the lens. Closer. Closer. Until the screen was nothing but soft, wet skin. Video cut to black. Heat slammed through me. Cock throbbed hard against my thigh. I pictured Emily in that lingerie. Those same full tits in my hands. Milk warm on my tongue. Imagined pinning her down. Sucking until she gasped my name. Tomorrow Zach would taste her for a thousand bucks. Direct from the source. Jealousy burned hot. Mixed with raw want. My hand moved down without thinking. Gripped tight. One stroke and I knew a cold shower wouldn’t be enough tonight. I needed her. Soon.

Next day, 2 PM. I reminded Zach to record—for evidence to show brother. But this guy no reply till 2:30. Seeing sister-in-law already out, I was antsy like on hot coals. Damn! Unreliable at crucial moment! Called Zach frantically, finally connected at 2:45. Zach weakly said he couldn’t go—got hit by a car just leaving. “What the hell, such coincidence??” Clenched fist—only me then. “Alright bro, rest; I’ll visit after.” “Wait—” Hung up, vaguely heard two words before disconnect. But anxious to reach by 3, ignored. Arrived exactly 3:01 at the door. Rushed, just threw on mask and sunglasses. Hope not recognized. Nervous, rubbing hands, rang doorbell. After a while, door opened. It was sister-in-law Emily. I lowered eyes disappointed. My brother treats her well, buys expensive supplements without question. Plus, he’s a factory owner, good salary. If in trouble, tell him—why do this? But in a flash, hid emotions, stared straight at Emily. She wore last night’s pink sheer, with her gentle calm face—made you want to hurt her bad. Wearing so little—not afraid clients go further while drinking?? “Mr. Zach, not coming in?” Sister-in-law unconsciously rubbed shoulders, her two melons squeezed together by arms. Her scent filled my nose. Entered, Emily pulled a black blindfold from bag, covered eyes. Sat on bed, lifted one side, exposed full melon. “Mr. Zach, I know you don’t want face seen—I blindfolded, come quick!” “Huh?” Her actions stunned me. Isn’t $1,000 just one cup? Her pose—like ready for direct mouth. She hesitated: “Mr. Zach, your $5,000 allows direct…” Suddenly, she smirked, grabbed me to bed, flipped and straddled. “Zach, don’t be shy.” “Once, there’ll be twice.” “I’m amazing.” She cooed, leaned down. Before I spoke, mouth blocked. Felt soft skin spreading over body, instinctively gripped her slim waist, making Emily moan. The big thing in mouth kept pushing in.

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