Playing With Fire: The Short Skirt and My Fake Boyfriend's "Punishment"

While FaceTiming my boyfriend in the new, incredibly short skirt my "uncle" bought for me, my uncle suddenly walked in and pulled me into his arms. Feeling the dangerous shift in his mood, I panicked. But he just let out a low chuckle and covered my mouth with his hand. "This little skirt is meant for my eyes only. Do you understand?" I looked up at him with wide, innocent doe eyes, tears of fear welling up in the corners. My "uncle," however, just clamped down on my wrists, his eyes gleaming with excitement and a wicked half-smile. "Then I guess I'll just have to punish you right in front of him. How does that sound?" 01 During the winter holidays while I was back home, my uncle mailed me a little skirt I had been eyeing for ages. It was short, sexy, and incredibly alluring. The moment I unwrapped it, I texted him, thanking him profusely. But my uncle told me I had to wait until I came back to the city to try it on and show him in person. I didn't think much of it, assuming he just wanted to admire his own good taste in clothing. So, as soon as I got back to my apartment, I slipped into the tiny skirt he sent me and started a video call with my long-distance boyfriend. When the call connected, my boyfriend, Ethan, seemed strangely flustered. The moment he saw me, a look of obvious guilt flashed across his face. "Maya, what made you decide to FaceTime me out of nowhere?" Ethan hadn't even put his shirt on properly. He gave me a strained, awkward smile. I looked at him, my suspicion growing, and asked point-blank: "Ethan, what are you doing? Why aren't you even dressed?" A look of embarrassment crossed Ethan's face, and he quickly tried to cover his tracks. "I just woke up." "Look, I'll show you." I was about to press him further, but Ethan cut me off. He proactively turned his camera to show me his nightstand, which was covered in things related to me, and then the messy, unmade state of his bed. Seeing that, my cheeks instantly flushed a deep pink. Ethan gave a knowing smile and stayed quiet. 02 Seeing his reaction, I quickly changed the subject, taking the initiative to lift the hem of my skirt to show him. "Ethan, look. Do you like my new skirt?" My boyfriend, Ethan, had always been a gentleman. In the six months we had been together, he rarely crossed any lines. We always kept things respectful and PG-rated. But the next moment, Ethan's eyes lit up intensely. He pointed at the hem of my skirt, his voice laced with excitement: "Maya, stand up. Pull it up a little higher so I can get a better look." Ethan's expression was full of amazement; he seemed unusually interested in me at this moment. I felt a bit weird about it. But hearing his words, I instantly understood exactly what Ethan was getting at. I blushed furiously and softly refused him: "This... this isn't a good idea..." "We're..." Seeing me refuse, Ethan kept encouraging me: "Maya, we're doing long-distance now. Shouldn't we spice things up a bit to keep the spark alive?" Saying that, Ethan showed me his nightstand again. It was covered with my photos and some clothes I had left there. "Look, this is all proof of how much I miss you." Thinking about it, my resolve began to waver. The hand clutching the hem of my skirt started to uncontrollably pull it up, inch by inch. On the screen, Ethan's expression grew more and more eager. "Just... just this once..." I bit my lip, muttering softly, ultimately agreeing to his request. On the other side of the screen, Ethan nodded eagerly, his eyes practically glowing as he stared at me. I gripped the hem of my skirt, gritted my teeth, and prepared to pull. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening rang out. A man's freezing tone made my fingers freeze in mid-air. "Maya. Put it down." A man in a sharp suit was leaning against the doorframe, his eyes burning like a torch. Those expressive eyes were locked onto me, but his tone was terrifyingly cold. I looked back. Seeing that sharp, handsome face, the movement of my hands stopped instantly. My voice trembled: "U-Uncle?" 03 My uncle had walked into the room so suddenly I didn't even have a second to react. He had already casually shut the door behind him. He was even holding the suit jacket he had just taken off. He stared at me with a burning intensity, taking slow, deliberate steps toward me. "It's been a few years, Maya. Have you grown that bold?" "Now you even dare to disobey me?" My uncle questioned me, his tone laced with interrogation, while his eyes remained fixed on my fingers, which were still tightly gripping the hem of my skirt. Seeing this on the video call, my boyfriend instantly turned red with anger: "Who are you? What gives you the right to talk to my girlfriend so intimately?" Ethan was furious. His angry voice was being blasted through the phone's speaker. Hearing him, I was about to open my mouth to warn Ethan. But my uncle, who had already closed the distance between us, snatched my phone away before I could. After a few years of not seeing him, my uncle had grown even more handsome and captivating. His suit jacket was casually unbuttoned, giving him an incredibly alluring, untouchable aura, while his brow held an air of careless relaxation. I looked up and suddenly met his gaze. His face was impeccably clean-cut. Deep, defined features and a sharp jawline, paired with a pristine white dress shirt. He even had a faint, youthful vibe to him, but mixed with a rugged maturity. He was incredibly striking. Even my boyfriend, Ethan, looked like a little boy standing next to him right now. The difference was like night and day. My uncle merely cast a sideways glance at Ethan on the screen, not saying a single word. He quickly pulled out his own phone and opened the photo gallery. He glanced at me, then handed his phone to me. In the photo, Ethan was passionately entangled with another woman in his own bed, completely lost to the world. The moment I saw Ethan in bed with another woman, my heart plummeted like a stone in an icy lake. Seeing my reaction, my uncle looked at Ethan with contempt and let out a scoffing laugh: "It seems Maya's taste in men is quite poor." From start to finish, my uncle hadn't even looked my boyfriend directly in the eye. Hearing this, Ethan's face flushed red on the screen as he desperately tried to defend himself: "Maya, this guy is crazy! Why did he barge into your room? He's talking nonsense, you absolutely cannot believe him." "You have to believe me. You are the only person I have ever loved!" Heh. Of course I believed my uncle. Because that dress shirt casually tossed at the foot of Ethan's bed in the photo? That was the one-year anniversary gift I had given him. And yet, he treated it like an eyesore, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. Just like my sincere love for him—completely worthless. 04 I looked at Ethan once, didn't say a word, but my eyes were filled with profound disappointment. I had been with Ethan for over a year. He had chased me relentlessly for three months before I finally agreed to give him a chance. All the declarations of true love he had made to me in the past were now incredibly laughable. My uncle, standing beside me, saw my heartbreak instantly but didn't say anything. He just slowly placed his phone on the desk, then beckoned me with a hooked finger, a smirk on his lips as he called me over: "Come here." My uncle's low, deep voice was terrifyingly cold in that moment. I didn't dare disobey. So, instinctively clutching the hem of my skirt, I walked toward him. In my memories, whenever I was upset or crying... My uncle would gently call me over, pull me into his arms, and stroke my back to comfort me. This time was no exception. He pulled me into his arms, used his thumb to wipe away the tears welling up in the corners of my eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Do you like the little skirt I bought you?" I bit my lip hard and nodded, but the tears kept rolling down my cheeks. Wrapped in my uncle's strong, warm arms, I felt like a sad, obedient little bunny silently crying. Being cheated on by my boyfriend left a bitter, sour taste in my mouth. But Ethan was still frantically trying to defend himself through the phone screen. He even shamelessly started recounting all our past memories, desperately trying to salvage whatever shred of affection I had left for him. But I knew: cheat once, and you're dead to me. He cheated. How could I ever forgive him? Seeing this, my uncle used his thumb to brush my stray bangs back, gently tucking them behind my ear. "Don't want to hear it?" He asked in a gentle voice. I nodded, tears still in my eyes. So my uncle grabbed my phone and immediately hit the mute button. The room instantly fell into complete silence. My uncle reached out a finger to gently lift my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. The tear tracks on my face hadn't even dried yet. My icy, stiff fingers were still death-gripping the hem of my skirt, afraid to let go. Seeing this, my uncle looked at me with those deep, soulful eyes. A flicker of emotion crossed his gaze, and his tone held a hint of struggle as he reminded me: "The little skirt I bought you is meant for my eyes only. Do you understand?" His domineering, low voice fell into my ears, word by word. It left me too terrified to argue. In a flash, my uncle had already possessively grabbed my freezing, trembling fingers. Then, he enveloped my hands completely in his warm, large palms. The heat seeped through my skin, slowly warming my heart. "Be a good girl. Listen to me. Stop crying." My uncle's gentle voice sounded right by my ear: "Don't be sad. Aren't I right here?" I was just about to open my mouth to answer him, but— The next second, a warm, soft sensation completely overwhelmed me. A rush of heat spread through my teeth. Without any warning, my uncle's warm lips covered mine. The heat and a slight bitterness mingled together. I was terrified, but my uncle seemed completely captivated. 05 I stood frozen in place, utterly stunned. My uncle's deep, passionate eyes were locked intensely onto my lips. And Ethan was watching this entire scene unfold through the phone screen. In my peripheral vision, I could see Ethan's mouth moving frantically, but no sound came out. I was about to reach over and turn off the phone out of sheer embarrassment. But in a flash, my uncle pulled me tight against him, right in front of my boyfriend's shocked eyes. "Be a good girl. Listen to me." The sudden, dangerous shift in my uncle's mood sent a jolt of electricity through me, leaving my legs weak. I didn't dare move an inch. He didn't speak, just continued to gently kiss away the tear tracks on my face. "If you ruin your pretty face crying, I'll be the one whose heart aches." Ethan was yelling, but neither my uncle nor I could hear him. However, Ethan could hear every single word my uncle said perfectly clearly. On the other side of the screen, my boyfriend's face was flushed red with anger. He glared at us furiously, but he still couldn't make a sound. My uncle carelessly stroked the back of my neck, his tone laced with amusement: "What, haven't given up on him yet?" He gently forced my head to turn back towards him. My gaze was forced to land on the pronounced bump of his Adam's apple. I looked up, and my surprised eyes met his strict, judging gaze. "...No..." I was about to deny it. But my uncle just smiled. Then, he pulled me closer, wrapping me tightly in his arms, and let out a low chuckle: "Then let me punish you right in front of him. How does that sound?" Hearing those words, I felt like I was going to die on the spot. My terrified gaze darted around frantically, not knowing where to look. I thought my uncle was just threatening me, trying to force me to make a clean break with Ethan. But then, his warm hand began to slowly, inch by inch, invade my skin. The heat rushed over me through my pores. My uncle wore a wicked half-smile, his eyes locked onto my lips, radiating pure aggression. My boyfriend, Ethan, could only watch helplessly as my uncle held me, too angry to speak. As for me, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push my uncle away. His kisses fell on my lips like dense raindrops, mixed with the intoxicating scent of tobacco and pure testosterone. His low, heavy pants echoed one after another, inexplicably plucking at my heartstrings. 06 My uncle's behavior was dangerously chaotic and unhinged. Even though we were in my bedroom. Even though my ex-boyfriend was watching. My uncle showed no restraint. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, and even dared me to try and push him away, to try and escape: "Tell me, Maya. Who treats you better? Me, or him?" "...No... I don't want to..." I refused to answer, my voice trembling, but my uncle relentlessly backed me into a corner. He only wanted to hear the answer he was looking for from my mouth. I didn't answer; I just bit my lip and kept refusing. "...No..." My refusal was entirely useless. My uncle let out a scoffing laugh, picked up the phone, turned the camera towards himself, and said disdainfully: "Your name is Ethan, right?" Ethan, finally unmuted by my uncle, was glaring at him with a cold, mocking sneer: "You're truly disgusting. You won't even spare your own niece." Hearing this, my uncle just smiled: "Then does Maya know who the woman in your bed is?" In my peripheral vision, I saw Ethan's eyes turn red with anger at those words. He stopped talking. I looked at my uncle and asked softly: "Who is it?" My voice had suddenly turned ice-cold. My uncle looked at me and gestured for me to come closer. I hesitated for a few seconds, but complied. He smiled in satisfaction, then asked me: "Is your uncle better, or is he better?" But this time, before I could even answer. My uncle grabbed my slender, warm fingers and, right in front of Ethan, placed them directly onto his burning hot abs. Seeing this, Ethan's face went purple with rage. Having been with Ethan for so long, I knew perfectly well. Ethan didn't have abs. He barely had any muscle on his entire body. He had even naively asked me if I disliked him having muscles because I was worried he'd pull something working out. And I, like an idiot, had actually agreed with him. Now, feeling my uncle's abs... it actually felt pretty good. My uncle glanced at me, then asked affectionately: "Now that you've felt it, it's your turn, right?" Hearing this, I blinked my wet, teary eyelashes at my uncle, looking completely lost. 07 My uncle, however, gave a knowing smile: "What, are you going to be unfair about this?" On the screen, Ethan was about to start yelling again, but my uncle abruptly hit the end call button. "Let's keep doing things that will drive him crazy. How does that sound?" I looked at my uncle, my fingers trembling as they gripped the hem of my skirt. My voice was filled with panic: "What...?" My uncle smiled, but then he reached out and handed me a few photographs. I took them, feeling a bit scared, but I noticed the face in the photos looked strangely familiar. "Is this... Auntie?" Hearing this, my uncle almost choked on his own breath. He looked at me with deep resentment and flicked me on the forehead. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? If I had a wife, would I be kissing you?" He used his thumb to wipe away the last teardrop from the corner of my eye, his tone affectionate: "Look closer." I looked down, focusing on that strangely familiar face. I felt like I had definitely seen this person before, but I just couldn't place her. It wasn't until my uncle tapped Ethan's name that I finally remembered: "It's Ethan's sister!" "Oh, wait, no. He said she was his cousin!" I remembered perfectly well how smug and proud Ethan looked when he introduced his so-called "cousin" to me. My uncle smiled: "You guessed right. As a reward, I'll give you a few more. How's that?" So, my uncle handed me a few more photos. I couldn't wait to grab them and look. But this time, my face instantly burned bright red. It was like a fiery sunset had been painted across my cheeks. Seeing this, my uncle reached out and touched my cheek with his thumb. The burning heat instantly transferred to his fingertips. He smiled: "What's wrong?" He knew exactly what was wrong. The photos he handed me were all highly explicit, intimate photos of Ethan and his "cousin." Not only did they make me blush, but they acted like a sharp knife plunging deep into my heart. "Uncle..." I called out to him, my voice awkward and strained. But my uncle just laughed out loud. He picked up the suit jacket he had taken off earlier, draped it over my legs, and then pulled me into his arms. In his embrace, he gently rubbed his nose against mine: "Do you understand now, Maya?" He asked me, his tone teasing. I silently lowered my head: "So... he's been with his 'cousin' this whole time?" My uncle shook his head: "That's not what I wanted you to notice." He gently corrected me. I was confused: "Then... what is it?" I stared into his deep, soulful eyes. He even had a small, reddish teardrop mole faintly visible at the corner of his eye. Looking at his exceptionally handsome features. I felt like I was falling for him, but then I instantly snapped back to reality. This was my uncle! I kept repeating it to myself in my head. But he didn't give me a chance to stay rational. He pulled me close with force, so determined that he left me no room to escape.

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