I hate my three roommates. They're handsome, privileged, and they all look down on me. I play the part of the quiet, obedient charity case, but secretly, on a fake profile, I'm talking to all three of them at once. At first, I just wanted to scam them for a little pocket money. But then they started sending transfers in the thousands. I got scared. My hands were trembling as I went to delete them, but then I saw the text. It just… appeared in the air. 【The poor baby is shaking with fear.】 【My heart aches for him. If he deletes them now, his sweet little hole will be wrecked.】 【Damn… I can't even imagine what those three dogs would do if he's the one to expose this. They'd probably lose their minds with pleasure.】 1 My phone chimed. A notification: Roger has sent you $5,000. I stared at the screen, my mind blank. My first thought was that wire fraud over a certain amount was a federal crime. I hesitated for only a few seconds before my phone buzzed again. A message from him: 【Why haven't you accepted it?】 I rubbed my nose and muttered a quiet curse. What a stupid rich kid. I'd never seen anyone so eager to throw their money away. A minute later, my phone pinged twice more. Julian and Alex had sent their own transfers. The reason was simple. I had just sent the exact same set of photos—me in a cute, frilly schoolgirl outfit—to all three of them. 【Do you like this one, daddy?】 The same words, the same pictures. The whole outfit cost maybe fifty bucks, but I never imagined they'd send this much. I pulled up one of their profiles, my finger hovering over the red "Delete" button. If they caught me, they’d make my life a living hell. I’d been stringing them along for so long. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine. My brain split into two warring factions. The little angel on my shoulder whispered: You haven't taken their money yet. Just delete them. If they report you to the police, this is serious. But the devil on the other side cackled: What's there to be scared of? A few thousand dollars is nothing to them. Besides, they're arrogant pricks who look down on everyone. Better their money goes to you than someone else. As my mind waged its internal war, a series of translucent comments began to materialize in the air before me. 2 【The poor baby is shaking with fear.】 【My heart aches for him. If he deletes these three dogs, they'll corner him in the dorm room and wreck his sweet little hole.】 【Damn… they don't even know he's playing all three of them. I can't even imagine what they'd do if he's the one to expose this.】 My mind jolted. Were they talking about… me? I tried to get a closer look, but the comments vanished as quickly as they'd appeared. If I delete them, they'll find out? The thought terrified me. I immediately backed out of the delete screen. My phone vibrated. Another message from Alex, underneath his transfer. 【This is a voluntary gift.】 My brain was still trying to process everything, but my hand moved faster. Before I knew it, I had accepted Alex’s money. 【Thank you, daddy! You're the best!】 Part of me was jealous that he could toss around this much money without a second thought, while another part of me was silently cursing him out. I mimicked his message under my breath, "voluntary gift," and rolled my eyes. Tch. So what if you're rich? You're still getting played by me. And I'm not just going to play you, I'm going to take you for everything you've got. 3 Just after I’d happily pocketed the cash, my three roommates started trickling back into the dorm. I clutched my phone, trying to make myself as small as possible in my corner bunk. Alex was the first one in. He was drenched in sweat from basketball practice and went straight for the shower. Julian came in next, not even sparing me a glance. Such a snob, I grumbled internally. As if he’d heard me, his cold, sharp gaze landed on me for a single second before flicking away in disgust, like the mere sight of me was offensive. He didn't say a word, but the look was enough to make me whip my head back around, my knuckles white from gripping my phone. My eyes fell on my T-shirt, faded and worn from countless washes. The same T-shirt they’d made fun of before. Tch. What does he know? It's called being frugal. I was an expert at consoling myself. Who cares if they wear designer clothes? They're still getting wrapped around the little finger of the guy in the two-dollar T-shirt. 4 I quietly sat up in bed and parted the curtain to peek down below. The lights were still on. All three of them were at their desks. I didn’t dare message them all at the same time, afraid I’d get caught. Instead, I pulled up an online dating guide I had bookmarked. Awkwardly, I wriggled into one of my little skirts, trying to find a good angle for a photo. The dorm bed was ancient; the slightest movement made the frame shriek in protest. From his desk below my bunk, Alex let out an annoyed sigh. "Leo, what the hell are you fidgeting for? If you're itchy, go take a damn shower." I froze, too scared to reply. The ghostly comments flickered back into existence. 【This guy’s mouth is pure poison.】 【I am so ready for the groveling-ex-makes-amends arc. It’s my favorite.】 【The louder he bitches now, the harder he’ll cry when he finds out his 'baby' isn't just his.】 Alex’s mouth really was poison. The first thing I did every morning was pray he’d lick his own lips and die. Seething, I sent the picture to him from my fake account. "Do you like it, daddy? I’m thinking of wearing it out with friends tomorrow." A second ago, he was a complete asshole. Now, he was already sending a transfer. "My baby is so beautiful. You should buy some more cute little skirts to wear for your husband." 【You have received a funds transfer of $5,000.】 【Image】 After the money, he sent a series of pictures. All of them were things like maid outfits and black stockings. I sneered. Hah. Already calling himself my husband. Shameless. But my fingers were already quickly taking screenshots. This was my insurance policy. My key to survival. 5 Alex was chatting from his laptop. The loud, clacking sound of his mechanical keyboard filled the room. Julian, frowning as he tried to read a textbook, snapped, "Keep it down." Roger, however, seemed to know exactly what was going on. He glanced at Alex’s screen, which wasn’t showing a game. "Got a girlfriend?" Alex’s fingers stilled. He closed the chat window and chuckled softly. "Just a little thing." Roger grinned. "You always were the smoothest." He leaned over. "What kind of girl has you this hooked? Let me see." He said it casually, but up in my bunk, I held my breath, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would leap out of my throat. I was terrified. If Roger saw… I might not live to see tomorrow. Alex’s voice turned cold. He clearly wasn't going to show him. "She's just a little thing. Nothing to see." Roger was scrolling on his own phone, as if waiting for a message. "Tch. Whatever, who wants to see anyway." Listening to them, I cursed Alex a thousand times in my head. That dog! That absolute bastard! In the chat, he was all "baby" this and "husband" that. But the second someone asks, I'm just a "little thing." Did he really think he was some kind of domineering CEO from a novel? So shameless! 6 I sat frozen on my bed, listening to them talk. My phone had slipped under me, and at some point, the ringer had been turned back on. Roger, for whatever reason, was now spamming me with messages. 【What are you doing?】 【Why aren't you answering?】 【It's not like I really want to talk. Just checking in.】 【You there?】 【If you don't reply, don't bother messaging me again.】 【Caught me and now you don't care anymore?】 【Are you out messing around?】 A cascade of dings erupted from under my ass. The pressure from my body and the bed frame made the phone vibrate with a loud, buzzing hum. Down below, all three of them looked up at my bunk in perfect, unnerving unison. Roger stared at my bed, and another message popped up on my phone. 【.】 I scrambled to silence my phone, my hands fumbling. This time, there was no more noise. Alex, annoyed, reached up and knocked on the metal frame of my bed. The thud, thud, thud echoed through the room. "What are you doing up there? Plotting something shady again?" 7 The word "shady" made me flash back to the time I was accused of stealing Alex's watch. It was freshman year, not long after we’d moved in. I had tried to get along with them, since we were roommates, after all. But after a few days of acting like a suck-up, I overheard Alex talking behind my back. "Hey Alex, did you ever find that watch you lost?" someone asked. Alex had a cigarette dangling from his lips. The other guy tried to light it for him, but Alex waved him away. "Just holding it." I was crouching in an empty classroom nearby, and although it was faint, I clearly heard him say my name. "That guy in our room, Leo…" The incomplete sentence sent a chill through me. It took me a moment to piece it together. He thought I’d stolen it. But the burden of proof was on the accuser. I clutched my books, my chest tight with anger, and ran. Back in the dorm, I imagined a hundred different scenarios. The second he accused me, I would stand on a chair, high above them, and point my finger in their faces. "You say I stole it? Then show me the proof." I played the heroic moment over and over in my head until I felt a sense of satisfaction. But in the end, no one ever brought it up. 8 After knocking a few more times and getting no response, Alex stood up and yanked my bed curtain open. I was still wearing the skirt. In a panic, I pulled the blanket over myself, hiding completely. Alex: "?" With the curtain open, the other two guys sitting below had a clear view of my bed. … It wasn’t particularly cold, but I was quickly flushed and sweating under the thick blanket. Alex pointed at me. "Are you… you know…" I squirmed backward, not noticing the intense way his eyes were fixed on me. He even reached out, about to pull the blanket off. He absolutely could not see this skirt. I shot my hand out and grabbed his wrist. My palm was hot and sweaty from the heat. Alex’s eyes widened as if something had just clicked. He recoiled, shaking my hand off like it was something filthy and stumbling back a few steps. My hand slammed against the metal bed frame with a loud clang. Pain shot up my arm, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Alex’s face was dark enough to drip ink. I didn't need to hear him speak to know what he was going to say. That I was disgusting. 9 This was all Roger's fault for spamming me. And Alex was the disgusting one! The most disgusting of them all! Alex can just die, die, die, die! The three of them stared at me for a long moment. What are you looking at! With red-rimmed eyes, I reached out and yanked the curtain shut. A little while later, the lights went out. As the darkness settled, my emotions slowly calmed down. I lay in bed, going over the day's events. It was less of a review and more of an update to my mental grudge list. Today, Roger’s messages almost got me caught. He can die. Alex looked at me like I was trash and called me a "little thing." He can die, die, die!! And Julian wasn’t any better. He was even more pretentious than the other two. Pretentious bastard. I was halfway through my mental tirade when a message came from Julian. A single question mark. ? I opened our chat. I’d forgotten to thank him after taking his money this afternoon. With a blank expression, I typed: 【Ah… I was so busy earlier, I forgot to thank you, daddy!】 【You're the best, daddy! Love you!】 Julian was clearly harder to fool than the others. 【What were you so busy with that you didn't look at your phone?】 【Stringing other guys along?】 10 I pouted and typed quickly. 【Of course not, I only chat with you, daddy. I just had a little argument with my roommate and didn't have a chance to check my phone.】 It was a mix of truth and lies. He could believe it or not. I logged out of my fake profile and started browsing shopping apps. I bought a few cheap T-shirts from a budget site, then switched to another app and splurged on a "luxury" shirt that cost a whole twenty dollars. I planned to deposit the rest of the money in the bank. This feeling of easy money was intoxicating. But I considered it compensation for my emotional distress. After all, it takes a lot of courage to live with three soulless roommates. 11 I had found a really good part-time job as a server at a private, high-end restaurant. The pay was $4,000 a month, not including room and board, and the shifts were rotational, so I didn't have to be there every day. Having a steady job made me feel like I could finally walk with my head held high. I had no classes that afternoon, and the dorm was empty. After a blissful nap, I headed to work feeling refreshed. When I arrived, I changed into my uniform. The manager told me it was a busy night, and there was one private room with VIP clients that needed special attention. I grabbed the heavy menu, knocked on the door, and went inside. The moment I stepped in, I saw them. Julian, Roger, and Alex were all there, along with several other guys from my classes. It looked like some kind of get-together. I was immensely grateful for the mask and hat I was wearing. I kept my head down and deliberately lowered my voice. "Here is the menu. What can I get for you today?" I held the menu out to a student I didn't recognize. He gave me an awkward smile and pointed a finger at Julian, indicating he was the one hosting. Under my mask, I gritted my teeth and cursed them a thousand times. So what if you have money? Can't you just eat at a food stall like normal people? Did you have to come to a place like this? Hah. Such posers. I walked around the table with the menu and stopped beside Julian. "What would you like to order?" The moment I spoke, his eyes snapped to mine. I didn't dare meet his gaze, focusing intently on flipping through the menu. Julian’s finger tapped here and there, and I checked off the items. Are they pigs? Ordering this much. Aren't they afraid of eating themselves to death? Perhaps my silent cursing was too intense, because I felt Julian's eyes fixed on me. A chill ran down my spine. I instinctively looked up. The second our eyes met, I knew. He had recognized me. Don't say my name. Please, please don't say my name. At school, we were all students. But outside, the inequality of our statuses was laid bare. I hated the way they looked me up and down. A corner of Julian’s mouth twitched, as if he could see the desperate thoughts racing through my mind. Don't say it!! I'm begging you! But a second later, his voice cut through the room. "Leo? Why didn't you tell us you were working here?" 12 A thunderclap went off in my head, and my vision blurred. My entire back felt numb. I couldn’t bring myself to look at anyone's eyes. I couldn't bear to listen to what they were saying. It would be the usual stuff: Leo? Oh yeah, I know him. The one who wears the same faded shirt every day. Or maybe: Leo? Why is he working as a server here? Is he that broke? I took a few steps back. Hearing my name, Alex and Roger both looked up. "Leo, what are you doing here?" Why are you asking? Why are you all asking? It had to be on purpose. They obviously knew, and they were just asking to humiliate me. I didn't want to smile, but for the sake of my job, I forced a grin that was uglier than a grimace. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I saw a few of them whispering with their heads down. My mind went to a dark place. They had to be talking about me. Why else would they invite me to eat with them? They were definitely planning something worse for me if I stayed. It was nine o'clock by the time I got back to the dorm after my shift. I flipped on the light and jumped. Alex was sitting ramrod straight at his desk in the dark. My eyes darted up to my bunk. I’d forgotten to close the curtain when I left after my nap… Wait. Where was the skirt I’d changed out of that night? Suddenly, the translucent comments popped back into existence. 【Poor baby is done for. The dog found out.】 【His little hole is going to be wrecked.】 【Alex is a jock, right? Baby Leo is definitely not going to be able to handle it.】 My pupils contracted. I saw it then. That skirt was, in fact, in Alex's hands. The once-crisp fabric was now crumpled and wrinkled, as if it had been roughly handled. And was that a faint sheen on it, as if it had been… dampened by something?
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