My Clean-Freak Roommate and His "Dirty" Secret

I'm a coward. When I get scared, I lose control and wet myself. My short-tempered, straight roommate thought I was disgusting. So he shoved me into the dorm of his arch-nemesis, Caleb Thorne, a notorious germaphobe. He miscalculated. Caleb didn't throw me out, nor did he lose sleep over my "filth." Instead, he patiently washed me clean, bought me absorbent pads, and trimmed the hair covering my eyes. He dressed me up beautifully and took me to a high-society banquet. At the party, my former roommate stared, jaw dropped: "Where did you find this beauty? Damn, she's breathtaking." Caleb wrapped his arm around my waist and said coolly: "You personally delivered him to me. Don't you recognize him?" "Also, he's not my date. He's my wife." 1 I am the gloomy outcast everyone despises. Overgrown hair, ill-fitting clothes, head always lowered. And because I'm timid. A stray cat jumping out of a bush can scare me into incontinence. People keep a five-meter distance from me wherever I go. Three months into sharing a dorm, Jaxson Hayes, the rich young master, finally had enough of me. The fuse was lit when people started spreading rumors about him and me, causing his girlfriend to dump him. He stormed back into the room. The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang. My heart contracted in fear, and I wet my pants again. The embarrassing smell spread through the air. Jaxson saw the perfume on the desk he intended to give his girlfriend. With a backhand swing, he splashed the entire bottle on me. "Useless dog who can't even hold his pee! Disgusting!" "Go back to where you came from! You deserve to be beaten to death!" I coughed in the cloud of strong perfume. My living expenses for a semester were only $300. I couldn't afford increasingly expensive adult diapers. I could only drink very little water. I sewed a washable pad using layers of fabric. But the smell couldn't be completely hidden. I disgusted myself with the smell on my body. Let alone Jaxson, who wasn't related to me. But I couldn't go back. Not to that nightmare of a home. I clutched the hem of Jaxson's shirt with my skinny fingers. "Master Hayes, please, I'll do anything for you, just don't kick me out, my stepbrother will beat me to death..." When school started, my stepdad thought the $300 annual dorm fee was too expensive and wanted me to live at home. So the school didn't save a bed for me. He was rarely home and didn't know my stepbrother, Wayne, tortured me daily. Later, Jaxson accidentally saved me from Wayne. By then, I was tortured to within an inch of my life. Jaxson softened and let me stay in his single dorm room at school. I tried every way to please him, daring not to breathe too loud, afraid of angering him and being kicked out. But I failed to earn his favor in the end. I merely touched the hem of his shirt. That custom-made jacket went straight into the trash can. Jaxson shook me off in disgust: "How can I wear something touched by your dirty hands?" After saying this, his eyes suddenly lit up. "Caleb Thorne is such a clean freak, he must hate people like you." "Go disgust him. As long as he's unhappy, I'm happy. If I'm in a good mood, you can move back, deal?" "Really?" Jaxson was too lazy to talk nonsense with me. He kicked me hard in the lower back and smirked: "His dorm is opposite. Get lost. I can't wait to see him lose his cool and curse like a maniac." 2 Caleb Thorne was also a rich young master. Compared to the fiery and impulsive Jaxson, he appeared calm and distant. Their families were close, and they grew up together. But Caleb always managed to crush Jaxson with unbelievable achievements. Jaxson's kick was heavy. My lower abdomen had been aching, and now my tailbone felt broken. It had only been three months without a beating; how did I get so delicate? I sneaked into Caleb's dorm. No one was there. The air smelled of fresh lemon. Caleb was indeed a clean freak. The floor was spotless. Books on the shelf were uniformly covered in black jackets. All miscellaneous items were stored in black boxes. Dirty me became the only disharmony in this space. I didn't forget my mission. Just as I was about to smear a black handprint on the wall, Caleb returned from the library. Handsome features, elegant posture, completely out of my league. Seeing a high-altitude flower defiled and pulled down from the altar must be very satisfying. But seeing the damage I caused, Caleb didn't even frown. "What did Jaxson send you here for?" Caleb's deep black eyes seemed to expose all sins. I retracted my hand in embarrassment, hiding the dirty wall behind my body, silent. Caleb guessed it. "He wants you to dirty my dorm?" He put down his backpack and tidied up the bookshelf I messed up: "What conditions did he offer you? I'll double it." "Money, or whatever, I can give you." I bit the dead skin on my lips, confessing vaguely: "As long as I disgust you, he promised not to kick me out. You can't double that." No one would want to live in the same dorm as me. Jaxson agreed to keep me because he could live off-campus; he rarely attended classes anyway. But Caleb was different. His life was disciplined. Classroom, gym, cafeteria, library, dorm. Every day. From Jaxson's dorm opposite, I could see him through the window every day. Leaving at 7:05 AM sharp, returning at 10:50 PM. He was also sharp. Every time I peeked at him, he accurately caught my voyeuristic gaze. He wouldn't talk to me, just stare at me until my inferiority complex surged, scaring me into wetting my pants and fleeing. Caleb stopped what he was doing. "I can." His voice was cool but clear. "You can move in and live with me. I won't kick you out until you graduate." "However, living here, you must follow my rules and listen to me." 3 Caleb was indeed different from Jaxson. He actually drafted an agreement on the spot and had us both sign it. Caleb agreed to let me live in the dorm for four years. I promised never to help Jaxson cause trouble again. No matter how you look at it, I won. After signing, I was herded into the bathroom. Caleb had mysophobia and couldn't stand dirty things in front of him. I took off my soaked pants. Caleb is so scary. Talking to him for a while made my lower body lose all sensation, like a paralyzed person. Jaxson didn't throw my soap over. I dared not use the bottles with English labels on Caleb's shelf. I could only squat on the ground, desperately scrubbing the pants that smelled of urine. I squatted for too long, so when I stood up, I got dizzy and blacked out. I fell hard, pulling down Caleb's towel. The bottles on the rack smashed onto me, rolling on the floor with a clang. The place kicked by Jaxson hurt again, and I couldn't get up. I could only let the free cold water hit me continuously. Hot water cost 5 cents a minute; I couldn't bear to use it. Hearing my commotion, the bathroom door was indeed pushed open. I was exposed to Caleb's sight in my most wretched state. I held my head, prepared to be cursed as a disgusting freak and beaten up. But Caleb's face was calm. He just rolled up his sleeves, took off his watch and placed it outside, and walked barefoot into the wet shower. "You really don't know how to shower." He helped me up, looking calm as if he noticed nothing abnormal. The machine beeped. Caleb circled me with one arm and swiped his card to turn on the hot water with the other. "If you don't know how, I'll just teach you." Steamy water poured down from the showerhead, trapping both Caleb and me in it. This was my first hot shower since high school. Hot water is good; it's hot like tears. I can cry, and Caleb, with his back to me, won't notice anything wrong. 4 Caleb was meticulous, famous for his seriousness. Even the organ I hated received detailed treatment. The water stopped. Caleb went out and came back with a large, soft bath towel, wrapping me up. I was thin, like a piece of paper. Caleb's towel could wrap around me twice. He was soaked himself. After letting me out, he immediately closed the bathroom door to clean himself up. I looked around the floor. The clothes and blanket I brought were thrown away by Caleb. Although he touched me all over like washing pork... In the end, he still thought I was dirty. Not long after, Caleb walked out with a towel around his waist. Broad shoulders, narrow waist. The figure I always envied. Seeing me still wrapped in the towel, he paused. "Sorry." In just a short while, his cold voice had become huskily sexy. He took out his clothes and signaled me to put them on. I only put on an oversized top that covered my butt. I didn't want to dirty Caleb's clean pants that smelled of lemon. Caleb obviously knew about my incontinence problem. He took a pack of adult diapers from a delivery bag hanging on the door handle. "If you can't control it, use these. It isolates the smell, and you won't catch a cold wearing wet pants in winter." "When sleeping at night, you can use a pad. I haven't bought one yet, so wear the diaper tonight." Caleb supervised me putting on the pants. He was barely satisfied when I was fully dressed in his pajamas, which were a size too big for me. "Your clothes and blanket were dirty, I threw them away. I'll buy new ones to compensate you." Blanket thrown away... where do I sleep tonight? I dared not ask. My slightly long hair wet a large patch on the pajama shoulder. Seeing this, Caleb found a hairdryer to dry my hair. The warm wind and the fingers gently combing through my hair made me drowsy. I didn't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was bright outside. There was regular warm breathing by my neck, making my body stiffen unnaturally. Thinking of bad experiences. I couldn't control myself biting my nails, twitching nervously. The person holding me woke up. Greeting me was not a slap, but a "Good morning." I stiffened, daring not turn back or respond. The burning temperature left, and cool air poured into the blanket. Caleb went to the balcony to take a call. "Just woke up late, nothing happened, don't worry." Because of me, Caleb, who always had a disciplined life, was late for the first time. After hanging up, he caught me peeking at him again. "Since you're awake, don't pretend to sleep." Rustling sounds of rummaging through plastic bags came from the desk. Caleb handed me another diaper. "You have to change this often, or it will smell and cause rashes." "If you still don't know how to clean yourself, I don't mind helping you like last night." This was a Caleb-style threat. 5 Caleb didn't let me pay a cent. He said since his mysophobia required me to stay clean, he shouldn't make me pay for it. I wore soft clothes I had never worn before. The bedding was no longer a thin sheet washed until it had holes. Caleb bought me the same four-piece set as his bed. The reason was the style must be unified. I shared body wash and shampoo with him. Because he couldn't stand other smells in his space. For example, that day, I appeared in his dorm carrying the scent of Jaxson's girlfriend's perfume. He said he disliked that feeling very much. Living under someone's roof, I remembered it with fear. Caleb emphasized again: "Also, since you've been turned by me, stay away from Jaxson." "If I find out you contact him, I'll deal with you." This wasn't strange. Because Caleb and Jaxson were deadly rivals. It's normal to hate each other. So when I pushed the door open and saw Jaxson standing there, I lowered my head and hurried past him without a word. Jaxson scoffed, extended his long arm to grab my collar, and slammed me against the wall. He pressed the back of my head, whispering sinisterly in my ear: "I told you to disgust Caleb, what have you been doing? Forgot whose dog you are?" "What did he bribe you with, just these clothes?" Jaxson's hand slid under my clothes, pressing against my waist. His hand was hot like charcoal. I didn't know what he wanted to do, got goosebumps, and struggled: "Let go! Let go!" In the struggle, his hand accidentally pressed on the injury on my lower back. I trembled like I was electrocuted, screaming instantly from the sharp pain. Jaxson, like a hyena smelling blood, immediately pressed hard on that spot without letting go: "You really embarrass me. Do you know, whatever they say about me can't compare to Caleb. Even my dog wags its tail for him!" "Take this off. Just clothes, I can buy them for you too!" I clutched the hem of my clothes tightly, silent. This meant refusal. After Mom remarried, no one bought me new clothes for many years. Although Caleb did it for his mysophobia and OCD. But I did receive several sets of beautiful, fitting new clothes. Jaxson didn't give up, trying to strip me himself. He was much stronger than me, who was chronically underfed. All my resistance was like tickling him. The shirt was rolled up to my chest. I gave up resisting. Asked him calmly: "Didn't Master Hayes think I couldn't hold my pee and was disgusting?" "You touched me for so long, are you going to chop off your hands when you go back?"

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