My sexual orientation was accidentally exposed, and I heard my roommate, a jock named Blake, call me disgusting. Because of his words, my other roommates started to subtly isolate me. Being someone who believes in an eye for an eye, I pretended to be a cute girl and started an online relationship with him. When the time was right, I sent him a photo of my abs, and before he could react, I blocked and deleted him. But that night, he climbed into my bed, pressed down on me, his voice urgent: "Wifey, let me touch." Me: "..." 1 Blake is a jock, a high jumper on the national team. Recently, he sprained his ankle and has been resting in the dorm. Coincidentally, during this time, I pretended to be a cute girl and took advantage of his boredom, finally establishing a relationship with him online. [Baby, I'm going to dance practice now. See you tonight, mwah!] [Love you.jpg] After sending this message, I carried my takeout into the dorm. As soon as I walked in, I saw Blake holding his phone and sending a voice message: "Okay, wifey, see you tonight." His voice was deep and pleasant, carrying a tenderness he usually lacked. But the moment he let go of the phone screen... Buzz. The phone in my hand vibrated at the exact same time. Me: "..." Mistake. I hadn't switched back to my main account yet. The guy opposite me looked over, his sharp eyes sweeping across the room, looking a bit fierce. Luckily, he's handsome, so the fierceness just looked cool. Blake is six-foot-five, tall with long legs, and has an imposing presence. I'm five-ten-and-three-quarters—rounded up, six feet—but with a slender build. Standing next to him, the contrast is stark. His gaze suddenly fell on my hand. Startled, I quickly picked up my phone, pretending a friend had messaged me, and even replied with a voice message: "Okay, I'll find you after class this afternoon." In reality, I sent it to my main account. I sat down at my desk, not greeting him. Our relationship was terrible. But this guy had no self-awareness: "Logan, get me a glass of water, thanks!" Actually, he could move, but seeing me ignore him, he deliberately ordered me around. Truly malicious. But succumbing to his tyranny, I spinelessly stood up. I got him a glass of water. Damn my soft heart and cowardly guts. He took the cup, staring straight at me: "Got a date this afternoon?" "Yeah." I sat back down, replied coldly, and stopped talking. Blake's gaze lingered on me strangely, making me very uncomfortable. I really wanted to slam the table and shout: Looking at me when you have a wifey? Scumbag! Speaking of which, I've been chatting with him online for over two months and only recently made it official. After lunch, I took a nap. He didn't make any noise, which was nice of him. After class in the afternoon, I received a message from Blake. [Wifey, what are you doing?] [Have you eaten? I'll order food for you.] He even sent a red packet, which I didn't click. The corners of my mouth curled up as I found a spot on the lawn to sit. Princess Shen: [Just got out of class?] [Haven't eaten yet. Want to see hubby's abs.] So, two minutes later, a photo of honey-colored, well-defined abs was sent over. Under the sun, I shook my head slightly, feeling smug. Hmph! When Blake finds out later that the photos he sent were received by a guy, he'll probably vomit blood from anger, right? But he quickly sent another message: [I want yours too.] Actually, a lot of the time, he speaks in commands. At first, I was unhappy, thinking he was pretentious, but later I realized that's just his personality. So with some guidance, he now knows how to call me "wifey." I had sent him leg photos before to flirt, and now he wanted photos of me in a pretty dress. But Blake has been in the dorm recently, so it's hard for me to take photos. [Tomorrow, baby. I don't have a new dress yet, sob sob~] Blake: [I'll buy one for you.] [Same address as before?] I deliberately sent him the address of another university. It's actually not far, but we haven't mentioned meeting up yet. Blake isn't in deep enough yet. I need to work harder. Before, when he and the other two roommates said I liked men and was disgusting... I'm petty. I remember it. 2 Returning to the dorm at night, the other two roommates were gone, out for a competition. In this dorm, I'm the only one with a different major. Blake's cast-covered leg was resting on a small stool beside him. So long. I sincerely lamented. "Back?" He looked at me with fierce eyes, tone flat. I took off my T-shirt in front of him, deliberately revealing my upper body. The more he hates men, the more I want to disgust him. "Yeah." I threw the T-shirt on the chair, grabbed clean clothes, and prepared to shower. When I passed behind him, I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to glance at me sideways. But I didn't care, went into the bathroom to shower, and came out wearing pajamas and sports shorts, humming a song while washing the clothes I took off. What I didn't know was that Blake leaned back, looking up towards me on the balcony. His gaze fell on my legs. The exposed calves were straight and slender. Further up, the knees were flushed red. As I hung the clothes and turned around, Blake had already withdrawn his gaze almost imperceptibly. His features are deep and three-dimensional, eyes exquisite and sharp. He's a certified hottie, just looks very cold and hard to mess with. I pouted. Just wait until you cry. After getting into bed and pulling the curtains, I started bombing him with messages. [Hubby, miss you so much. Want to sleep on your abs tonight!] [Oops, typo. Sleep on hubby's abs photo!] [Licking the screen tonight, slurp slurp—] He video called directly. It was on mute, so I hung up. [Sob sob sob, roommates are in the dorm, can't answer the call baby~] Blake: [The package will arrive tomorrow.] Meaning he wants to see leg photos. I hummed quietly, seriously suspecting Blake has a leg fetish. No, he's just a perv. But there are quite a few people who like this guy, both men and women. If I weren't bold enough, I might not have hooked him. But it proves that even handsome men can't resist temptation. Heh! Men. After thinking about it, I turned on the desk lamp, took out a slip dress I had worn before from the storage basket on the bedside table, and put it on my legs. I reached out a hand and grabbed the fabric of the dress hard. In the camera, my fingers were slender and bony, grabbing the fabric at the thigh position hard, then releasing. A short three-second video, sent with a filter. [What to do? My hand is out of control, want to grab hubby's ab~s~] "F***!" I heard a low growl from Blake's bed. I was overjoyed inside. Laughing, I collapsed on the bed. Trying to control the noise, my legs wrapped in the slip dress flopped in the air like a fish out of water. The next day, I received the package. I went to the other university to pick it up, sweating all over, so I simply booked an hourly room. Opening the package... wow. This dress is actually quite nice. It's a creamy white princess dress, length to the thigh. A bit glossy but not exaggerated, good texture. Will I really become a little princess wearing it? I was amused by my own thoughts. But I have to say, the size was a close call. Almost couldn't zip it up. Looking at it this way, my waist looked even thinner. Thinner? I felt like I could barely breathe. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I hurried over to open it. It was my friend, Sarah. Seeing me dressed like this... She said "Holy crap" several times: "You you you..." "Cut the crap, come take some photos of me." She brought a wig and put it on me. Her hands were itching to work, and after begging, I agreed to let her do simple makeup on me. Finally, we took photos of my back, profile, and figure. After slight editing, a beautiful girl with waist-length hair appeared. Even looking closely, my mom wouldn't recognize me. Sarah drooled: "Wuwuwu, Logan, you're so beautiful." I waved my hand: "Average, average. You're beautiful too. Come here, let me take some photos of you." So Sarah also got some beautiful photos. 3 Changing clothes in the bathroom, I finally took a few deep breaths. Almost suffocated. Coming out, Sarah was looking at the dress box. Without checking, I wouldn't have known, but a search startled me: "Damn, your hubby is rich? This dress is over two thousand dollars." "What?" I was shocked. "For this thing?" I instantly felt the dress was average. I originally planned to sell it online, but now I worried about disputes when we break up later. So I packed it back into the box and put it in the courier box. Didn't remove the tag. When we fall out later, I'll mail it back to him to avoid exposing my true identity during a dispute. Just after editing the photos, I sent a few to Blake. He was probably busy, so he didn't see them immediately. When Sarah and I left the hotel and were buying skewers at the food court, my phone vibrated. I took it out and saw he replied. Sarah leaned over to look and read: "Wifey is so beautiful... Eww~ I can't imagine how those words came out of Blake's handsome face. Logan, make him send a voice message." Me: "..." Hmphed, satisfying her. So I raised my phone and secretly messaged him: [Want to hear hubby's voice. So sexy, can loop it three hundred times every time~] My flirting skills are natural. I have to sigh, it's only normal that Blake was taken down by me, hehehe. He quickly replied with a voice message: "Wifey looks very good." Although only four words and a bit cold, Blake's voice was magnetic and mellow, sounding even better than the voice actors Sarah secretly listens to at night. Stars in her eyes, but her focus was: "Omg, he called you wifey. So smooth, sweeter than eating two hundred pounds of durian." Hearing that, I seemed to smell a strong stench. Oh, it's the stinky tofu next door. Putting away the phone, I shouted: "Boss, one portion." Planning to take it back to stink up Blake. Then Sarah, who wanted to lose weight, ate it all on the way. We were high school classmates and neighbors. She's the one who goes to this university. After eating skewers and stinky tofu, we parted ways. Speaking of which, Blake is really famous. Even students from the neighboring university know his name. Many people came to our school to watch basketball because of Blake. Also because of this, Blake's bros were heartbroken that he sprained his ankle, losing them many chances to be surrounded by beauties. Back in the dorm, unsurprisingly, Blake was there. Isn't his home in the city? Why not go home to recover, staying here being an eyesore? Annoying! I only dared to complain in my heart. Look, he sent a message asking me to bring food. Didn't I obediently take the long way to bring back his favorite meal? I put the takeout on his desk: "Here, ninety-five." Blake's gaze swept over my hand imperceptibly, picking up his phone: "Thanks, sent." I clicked open, it was a hundred. He always rounds up when asking me to buy things. I mentioned it once, but he kept doing it, so I let him be. I can't round down for him and say the meal was ninety, right? Then I'd lose money! 4 Back at my seat, he saw the courier box on my chair and asked, "What did you buy?" I said without blushing or skipping a beat, "Shoes." Blake frowned slightly, gaze falling on the courier box again. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly threw the box under the desk. It's just a regular cardboard box, right? Although good quality, there's no logo on it! Or very small, just a pattern. Unless looking closely, you wouldn't see it. And Blake bought it online, right? He shouldn't know this box contained the dress he bought. I calmed down, sighing involuntarily. This is what happens when you do bad things; whenever Blake does anything slightly, I feel guilty. After this is over, I definitely won't do bad things again. Actually, I regretted it too, but I couldn't pull out then. Thinking back to that time returning to the dorm, the door wasn't fully closed, and voices came from inside: "Holy crap, he... he actually likes men? Damn, hope he doesn't look at me." I rolled my eyes. You guys don't even look in the mirror. I care about looks. Then I heard another roommate say: "Not really, heard Logan has someone he likes." At this moment, that voice I always thought was particularly nice came coldly from inside: "So disgusting." Crack... Something shattered. Oh, it was my filter of Blake shattering all over the ground. I wanted to push the door open fiercely, but in the end, I cowardly went downstairs and sat on the grass nearby, sad for ten minutes. I thought even if our relationship wasn't great, we could still talk a bit. Didn't expect him to be this kind of person. From that day on, my other two roommates subconsciously dodged me but sucked up to Blake. I felt all this was caused by Blake. Finally, filled with resentment, I decided to disgust him. Now, there's no turning back. Not only did I not reflect on whether my actions were excessive, but I felt I was losing out. Platonic love is all about emotional value. I was heartbroken, feeling I gave a bit too much. Picked up the phone, opened the alt account, and messaged him: [Hubby, want to see your ? pic.] After sending, I suddenly sobered up and quickly retracted it. Ahhh, ridiculous. My face turned red instantly. Hurriedly placed the phone face down on the desk. Carefully glancing next door, I saw the handsome guy staring at his phone screen, brows slightly furrowed, expression subtle. Didn't know if he saw my message. But he didn't reply. Probably didn't see it. Small probability he saw it and chose to ignore. I'm used to it, even painfully thinking, taking revenge while being a simp is a losing business I won't do again.
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