My girlfriend’s name was Celeste, and she worked as a preschool teacher at a private school near my place. Curvaceous with a tiny waist, her figure was incredible, and she had a naturally adorable face. Maybe it was her profession, but she often spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice. But her private side was a stark contrast. She was incredibly skilled, highly adventurous, and always eager to take the lead. The amazing experiences made me abandon any thoughts of just playing around and bailing. I decided to commit to her for the long haul. Then, three months into our relationship, she decided to upgrade our game... “So, would you be willing to go camping with Veronica and her boyfriend?” “When we get there, we’ll do a blindfolded draw to see who sleeps with whom?” 01 A blindfolded draw? Was this leading to a swap? I jolted at the thought, Veronica’s image immediately flashing in my mind. She was Celeste’s colleague and her best friend. The private preschool in my neighborhood charged over fifty thousand dollars a year in tuition. People with just a few bucks couldn’t even dream of buying a house in the school district, let alone afford the tuition. However, successful single dads like me, who owned their own companies and had sons, were a common sight there. Preschools of this caliber really understood their clientele. So, the quality of the teachers was top-notch, all of them stunning beauties, and Veronica was no exception. She had a different vibe than Celeste. Celeste sported long, flowing waves, exuding a rich, feminine charm, while Veronica had a sharp, shoulder-length bob, appearing ice-cold and utterly unapproachable. When Celeste and I officially started dating, we'd agreed from the beginning—due to asset protection—that we wouldn't marry and that we'd have an open relationship. Simply put, as long as we stayed healthy, there would be no judgment or restrictions on what we did. I knew Celeste was adventurous, but Veronica, behind her prim facade, was also this open-minded? If it really played out as I imagined, if I could have that constantly aloof, haughty Veronica beneath me... Hiss... Just thinking about it, I felt a familiar stir. "Hey, are you in or not? Why are you dragging your feet?" Celeste grew impatient, habitually stamping her foot, her brows furrowed. Her entire body swayed with the motion. "I talked to Veronica for ages before she finally agreed." She settled beside me, her hand sliding onto my thigh, her eyes playful: "Veronica says her boyfriend is really good..." "Oh? Better than me?" My competitive spirit flared. "I don't know, let's test it out?" Her fingers began to gently knead my thigh. The teasing made my skin tingle. I scooped her up, tossing her onto the bed, and growled: "Time for you to learn a lesson!" "Ah~" She gasped, tumbling onto the mattress, then wrapped her legs around me, gracefully arching into an S-shape, beckoning with her fingers: "Come on~ please, make me learn a real lesson~" After a long battle, I was covered in sweat, exhausted. I slapped her playfully. "Did you remember?" Celeste released the tightly clutched bedsheet and spat out the pillowcase, now bearing teeth marks. She weakly murmured, "I remembered... Get me some water, my throat's hoarse." I poured her a glass of water, cupped her chin, and asked, "When are we going camping?" "Let me ask..." She took a sip, pulled out her phone, typed away furiously, and soon received a reply. "Tomorrow?" she asked. "Alright," I said, standing up. "Tomorrow, Veronica's gonna learn a lesson too!" She smiled faintly, typed a few more rapid replies, then turned her phone screen towards me. On the screen, Veronica had replied: "Is your man any good? Don't tell me he's a tiny shrimp." "He's good," Celeste replied. "Just got 'schooled' by him, I'm practically paralyzed." Veronica sent a blushing emoji: "I'm starting to look forward to tomorrow." With Veronica's image filling my mind, I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. I grabbed my own phone, about to check my calendar, when Celeste quickly added, "I already checked the date for you. It's a good day for travel." This was something I had to see for myself. I opened my phone anyway, checking the date. Celeste hadn't lied. It was indeed a favorable day. I began to anticipate it too. 02 To ensure I was at my best, I made an exception and didn't "trouble" Celeste, going to bed early. I woke up at the crack of dawn the next day. While I was shaving and getting ready in the bathroom, Celeste groggily stirred, a sarcastic tone in her voice: "Oh, trimming those stubble? You never bothered when I complained they scratched me, but now that you're spending the night with Veronica, you suddenly care?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm, a clear scent of jealousy in the air. I stopped shaving, a mischievous grin spreading across my face as I looked at her. "Who was it that cried out last night when those stubble grazed them?" "Go to hell!" She feigned anger, grabbing a pillow and flinging it at me. An hour later, she was finally ready too. She'd applied beautiful makeup, put in daily disposable contacts, and even affixed sparkling star stickers to the corners of her eyes. Her long, wavy hair was swept entirely to the right, revealing her left ear adorned with the dangling earrings I’d given her. Her figure-hugging pencil skirt perfectly showcased her assets as a woman. On her feet were Valentino heels paired with Balenciaga sheer stockings, making her look irresistibly seductive. This time, it was my turn to feel a pang of envy. "Hey, you haven't worn that outfit in ages, have you?" I complained. "I've asked you to wear it before, and you always said it was too much trouble. But today, you suddenly don't mind?" "Hmph~" She tilted her chin, annoyed. "You're allowed to get dolled up, but I'm not?" I moved closer, wrapped an arm around her waist, and lifted her. "What are you doing~" She demurely squirmed, a token resistance. "Back to the bedroom, for another round," I stated calmly. "Are you sure?" She wiggled her hips, hooking her arms around my neck, leaning entirely against me. "I'm telling you, Veronica has a much higher drive than me. If you empty your 'clip' on me, I don't care, but if she's disappointed, there won won't be a next time." As she spoke, she picked up her phone, opened her chat with Veronica, and tapped on a photo. "She's wearing this today~" The image clearly showed a wine-red camisole dress! The dress was incredibly minimal, only covering the front, leaving her entire back exposed until just above the waist, where the fabric picked up again before falling to mid-thigh. Just looking at it, I could imagine that anyone wearing it would have their entire back visible. With Veronica's demeanor and figure, in that dress... Hiss... I sucked in a sharp breath, involuntarily releasing Celeste. "Aha! You really can't resist temptation!" She playfully slapped me. "You haven't even seen her yet, just a picture of a dress, and you're already twitching with anticipation?" I awkwardly scratched my head. "A man has his limits, and good steel is best used on the blade." Her face immediately fell. "What do you mean, 'good steel is best used on the blade'? Are you implying I'm the dull blade?" "No, no, no, my bad, my mouth just ran away from me..." I quickly mollified her with a few sweet words. This time, perhaps filled with her own anticipation, she unusually didn't demand a gift to appease her. Instead, she grabbed my hand, skipping out the door. With a heart pounding with excitement, I dragged our suitcases to the town square, where I finally met Veronica and her boyfriend. Veronica stood there, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, the red ribbon tying it braided into a tiny pigtail that blended with her hair. She wore the dress from the photo, its wine-red fabric highlighting her alabaster skin, which gleamed strikingly in the sunlight. Her feet, shod in wine-red heels, exhibited near-perfect curves, utterly sensual. The man beside her, dragging a suitcase, clearly exercised regularly, a lean body that filled clothes nicely but was all muscle underneath. Yet, standing next to her, he seemed almost ordinary. Celeste zipped out of the car, practically ran to Veronica, and hugged her. The two then intimately linked arms, whispering to each other. Just their presence there drew the eyes of every man in the square. I guessed every guy there wanted to conquer both of them. I grinned internally in the car. After all, tonight, I might just achieve the ultimate fantasy every man dreamed of. Filled with anticipation, the two finally finished their whispers and walked towards my car. 03 After we loaded the luggage, the man settled into the passenger seat, and the two women, still inseparable, squeezed into the back. They kept their voices low, chatting about something, occasionally bursting into laughter. To join the conversation, I feigned curiosity. "Hey, Veronica, I remember you had short hair. How'd it get so long after just a few days?" Called out, Veronica's lips twitched, her expression immediately chilling. She reached up, unclipped her hair, and with a soft tug, the entire ponytail came off! "Celeste said you liked ponytails, so I ordered this wig online," her voice remained icy. "If you don't like it, I don't have to wear it." "No, no, no!" I quickly explained. "I love it, I really do." "Hmph!" Veronica let out a cold snort, clipping the ponytail back onto her head. The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward. Celeste quickly leaned forward, pouting playfully, "Leo~ What about my outfit~ Do you like it?" "Love it, love it..." Leo, in the passenger seat, nodded repeatedly, grinning like a fool. I glanced at Veronica in the rearview mirror. She had both hands raised, head bowed, busy re-attaching her ponytail. The alabaster skin of her arms and shoulders, the deep curve of her collarbone, and the arch of her neck, all seemed like a cheerleading squad of hundreds screaming out her feminine allure. As if sensing my gaze, she let out a cold hmph, looked up, and met my eyes in the rearview mirror. Then, her lips twitched. "Tch..." Her disdain was palpable. Damn it, what was she putting on an act for! I’d seen her chat logs with Celeste; she wasn’t this cold then. Was she cold before the fact, and then all sweetness once things got hot? I let out a cold laugh in return, gripping the steering wheel tighter. The more she acted like this, the more it fueled my competitive spirit. When we drew lots tonight, if I picked her, I would shatter that icy goddess façade! Soon, the car reached the base of the mountain and parked. For this camping trip, Celeste had chosen a secluded, barely-traveled mountain. From the base to the summit, it would normally take at least two hours to hike. But with two women, it would take much longer. They stopped frequently to take selfies. What I didn’t expect, however, was that after passing halfway up the mountain, as we neared the camping area, something unexpected happened. Veronica revealed another side of herself that no one knew.
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