My sexuality was accidentally exposed, and I overheard my roommate, the star high jumper Ethan, calling it "disgusting." Because of him, the rest of the dorm isolated me. I'm petty, so I decided to get revenge. I pretended to be a cute girl online and catfished him. When the time was right, I sent him a photo revealing my true gender, expecting him to block me instantly. Instead, that night, he climbed into my bed, pinned me down, and whispered urgently: "Babe, let me touch." Me: "..." 01 Ethan is a jock. He's on the national track team for high jump. Recently, he sprained his ankle and has been recovering in the dorm. I took advantage of this downtime. Posing as a cute girl named "Annie," I slid into his DMs and finally, after two months of grinding, made him my "boyfriend." [Annie: Babe, I have dance practice now. See you tonight! Mwah!] [Sticker: Love You] I sent the message and walked into the dorm carrying takeout. As soon as I entered, I saw Ethan holding his phone, sending a voice note: "Okay, see you tonight, wifey." His voice was deep and pleasant, carrying a gentleness I never heard in real life. But then his thumb slipped. The next second, the phone in my hand vibrated and pinged simultaneously. Me: "..." Crap. I forgot to switch accounts. The guy across the room looked up. His sharp eyes swept over me, looking fierce. Luckily, he's handsome, so "fierce" just looks "cool." Ethan is 6'5", all legs and muscle, with an imposing aura. I am 5'10" (on a good day), slim build. Standing next to him, the contrast is stark. His gaze landed squarely on my phone. I panicked, grabbing my phone and pretending to reply to a friend. I even faked a voice note: "Yeah, I'll meet you after class." In reality, I sent it to my main account. I sat at my desk, ignoring him. Our relationship was terrible anyway. But this guy has zero self-awareness: "Luca, grab me a water, thanks." He can move, he just likes ordering me around because he knows I ignore him. Sadistic jerk. But cowed by his dominance, I stood up spinelessly. I poured him a glass of water. I hate my soft heart and my cowardice. He took the glass, staring straight at me: "You have plans this afternoon?" "Yeah." I sat back down, acting cool, and stopped talking. Ethan's gaze lingered on me strangely. It made me uncomfortable. I wanted to slam the table and yell: You have a girlfriend, stop looking at me, you cheater! Speaking of which, we've been chatting for over two months, but only made it official recently. After lunch, I climbed into bed for a nap. He didn't make any noise, which was nice of him. After class in the afternoon, I received a message from Ethan. [Hubby: Babe, what are you doing?] [Hubby: Did you eat? I'll order you food.] He sent a digital gift card too. I didn't accept it. I smirked, sitting on the campus lawn. [Annie: Just got out of class~] [Annie: Haven't eaten yet. Want to see Hubby's abs to fill me up.] Two minutes later, a photo arrived. Tanned skin, clearly defined eight-pack glistening in the light. Under the sun, I bobbed my head, smug. Hmph! When Ethan finds out all his nudes were collected by a guy, he'll probably cough up blood. He replied quickly: [I want yours too.] He often speaks in commands. At first, I hated it, thought he was pretentious. Later I realized that's just his personality. With some guidance, he's now calling me "wifey." I had sent him leg photos before to flirt. He wanted to see me in a pretty dress. But Ethan is in the dorm all the time now. I can't take photos. [Annie: Tomorrow, okay? I haven't got a new dress yet. Sob sob~] [Hubby: I'll buy it for you.] [Hubby: Same address?] I deliberately gave him the address of the university next door. It's close, but we haven't brought up meeting in person yet. Ethan isn't deep enough in the trap. I need to work harder. Back when he told our roommates that liking men was "disgusting," I held a grudge. I'm petty like that. 02 That night, our other two roommates were out for a game. In this dorm, I'm the outcast. Ethan's casted leg was propped up on a stool. Legs for days. I sincerely admired them. "Back?" He looked at me with those fierce eyes, tone flat. I took off my T-shirt right in front of him, exposing my upper body. The more he hates men, the more I want to gross him out. "Yep." I threw the shirt on my chair, grabbed clean clothes, and headed to the shower. As I walked past him, I felt his eyes on me. Or maybe it was an illusion. I didn't care. I showered, came out in pajamas and boxers, humming a tune as I did laundry on the balcony. What I didn't know was that Ethan leaned back, shifting his gaze to the balcony. His eyes landed on my legs. Straight, slender calves. Moving up, slightly pink knees. As I turned around after hanging the clothes, Ethan had already looked away. He has deep, defined features. A quintessential handsome jock, just very cold and unapproachable. I pouted. Just wait until I make you cry. Lying in bed with the curtains drawn, I started bombing him with messages. [Annie: Hubby, miss you! Tonight I want to sleep on your abs!] [Annie: Oops, typo. Sleep on your ab photos!] [Annie: Licking the screen tonight, slurp slurp—] He video called immediately. It was on silent, so I hung up. [Annie: Sob sob, roommates are here, can't pick up babe~] [Hubby: The package arrives tomorrow.] Meaning he wants to see the leg pics tomorrow. I hmphed softly. I seriously suspect Ethan has a leg fetish. No, he's just a perv. Lots of people like him, guys and girls. If I wasn't bold enough, I might not have hooked him. It just proves that even handsome guys can't resist temptation. Heh! Men. I thought for a moment, turned on my desk lamp, and pulled out a slip dress I had used before from my storage bin. I put it over my legs. I reached out a hand, slender and bony, and grabbed the fabric at my thigh, then released it. I added a filter to the three-second video and sent it. [Annie: What do I do? My hand is out of control, wants to grab Hubby's ab~s~] "F*ck!" I heard a low growl from Ethan's bed. I was overjoyed. I collapsed on my bed laughing. To keep quiet, my legs, wrapped in the dress, kicked in the air like a fish out of water. The next day, I picked up the package from the neighboring university. I was sweating, so I rented a cheap hourly hotel room. I opened the box. Wow. It was a milky white, tiered princess dress. Hemline above the knee. It had a slight sheen, good quality. Would I actually look like a princess in this? I laughed at myself. But I have to say, the size was a tight fit. I almost couldn't zip it up. My waist looked snatched. Snatched? I could barely breathe. Someone knocked. I opened the door. It was my friend, Sarah. Seeing me, she gasped. "Holy sh*t..." "Cut the crap, take photos." She brought a wig. I let her put it on me and do some light makeup. Back view, side profile, body shots. With some editing, a long-haired beauty appeared. Even my mom wouldn't recognize me. Sarah was drooling. "Boohoo, Luca, you're too beautiful." I waved my hand. "Average, average. Come on, Daddy will take some pics of you." I took some nice shots of Sarah too. 03 I changed back into my clothes in the bathroom and took a deep breath. Almost suffocated. When I came out, Sarah was checking the price of the dress online. "Damn, your 'hubby' is rich. This dress is over two grand." "What?" I was shocked. "This thing?" Suddenly the dress seemed less average. I planned to sell it later, but now I was worried about legal issues if we broke up badly. I packed it back into the box. Tag still on. If things go south, I'll mail it back to him. Avoid exposing my identity during a dispute. I sent the edited photos to Ethan. He was probably busy and didn't reply immediately. Sarah and I went to the food court for corn dogs. My phone vibrated. Sarah peeked. "Wifey is so beautiful... Ew~ I can't imagine the department heartthrob saying that. Luca, make him send a voice note." Me: "..." I hmphed but complied. [Annie: Want to hear Hubby's voice. So sexy, listen to it 300 times on loop~] My flirting skills are top tier. No wonder I caught him. Hehe. He replied quickly with a voice note: "Wifey looks very good." Five words, slightly cold. But Ethan's voice is magnetic. Better than the ASMR Sarah listens to. She had stars in her eyes. "Oh my god, he called you wifey. So smooth. Sweeter than a caramel latte." Speaking of smells... "Smells like stinky tofu," I said. We bought some. We finished eating and parted ways. Sarah actually attends the neighboring uni. Ethan is famous. Even people at her school know him. Many girls come to our games just to see him. His teammates were devastated when he got injured; they lost their female audience. Back in the dorm, Ethan was there. Isn't he local? Why not go home to recover instead of being an eyesore here? Annoying! I only dared to roast him internally. He messaged me asking to bring food. I obediently took the long way to buy his favorite meal. I put the food on his desk. "Here. Ninety-five." Ethan's gaze swept over my hand subtly. He picked up his phone. "Thanks. Sent." I checked. He sent a hundred. He always rounds up. I'll just keep the change. Not my loss. 04 I went back to my desk. He saw the box on my chair. "What did you buy?" I lied without blinking. "Shoes." Ethan frowned slightly, looking at the box again. My heart skipped a beat. I kicked the box under the desk. It's just a plain cardboard box, right? The logo is tiny. He bought it online; he shouldn't know what the shipping box looks like. I calmed down. This is what happens when you do bad things; you get paranoid. I really regretted it sometimes. I remembered the day I overheard them. The door wasn't fully closed. "Sht, he... likes men? Sht, hope he doesn't look at me." I rolled my eyes outside. Look in a mirror, I have standards. Then another roommate: "Nah, heard Luca has someone he likes." Then, that voice I thought was so nice said coldly: "Disgusting." Crack. My filter for Ethan shattered. I wanted to burst in, but I chickened out and sat on the lawn for ten minutes feeling sad. I thought we were okay. Not friends, but civil. I didn't know he was like that. From then on, the other two avoided me but sucked up to Ethan. I blamed him for everything. So I decided to gross him out. Now, there's no turning back. Not only did I not reflect on my actions, I felt I was losing out. Emotional labor is exhausting. I picked up my phone, switched to the alt account. [Annie: Hubby, show me your... you know.] I sent it, then panicked and recalled the message immediately. Ahhh! Too far! My face burned red. I slammed the phone face down. I peeked at the handsome guy next door. He was staring at his screen, brows furrowed, expression subtle. Did he see it? He didn't reply. Probably ignored it. I'm used to it. Being a lick-dog for revenge is a losing business. Never again.
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