"Ah!" A searing pain tore through my body as if I were being ripped apart.
My underwear was ripped away, and without hesitation, he plunged in.
I struggled desperately, but it was useless.
To my shame, my body responded to his touch. I wanted to pull away, but his hands gripped my waist tightly. What began as gentle kisses soon turned into frantic bites.
Gradually, our bodies grew hotter. His hardness pressed against my thigh, rubbing relentlessly as his hands roamed. Soon, I was wet beneath him...
Gritting my teeth, I furrowed my brow and begged him to be gentler.
But he ignored my pleas, driving into me with wild abandon.
My heart clenched as I endured his invasion.
Slowly, the pain melted into waves of tingling pleasure, every pore in my body trembling with sensation.
I shuddered as he pushed me over the edge, sending me crashing into ecstasy.
When it was over, he collapsed instantly.
Exhausted, I lay there, hollow.
Had I just made a terrible mistake?
To get back at that bastard Zhou Xing, I'd sold myself—slept with a complete stranger.
Burying my face in the sheets, I sobbed uncontrollably.
Zhou Xing was my boyfriend, but the one who ended up in my bed was his cousin—a bona fide rich kid.
Ever since I found out about Zhou Xing's infidelity, I'd been wandering through life like a ghost, barely functioning. It took a slap from my best friend to snap me out of it.
"Bai Wei, so what if your boyfriend cheated? Look at yourself—you're a mess! Instead of wasting away, why not find someone else and make him eat his heart out?"
She was right. *He* was the one who betrayed me—why should I be the one suffering?
If he could cheat, so could I.
So, I set my sights on his cousin.
At the latest gathering, he drank too much, and I dragged him back to his room, planning to snap a few compromising photos to send to Zhou Xing.
I never expected things to escalate like this...
I don’t know how much time passed before he finally pulled away and collapsed beside me, fast asleep.
Exhausted from the ordeal, I closed my eyes and didn’t wake up until morning.
When I did, the bed beside me was empty.
I grabbed my phone and frantically scrolled through my gallery—only to find it completely empty.
No photos meant my plan had failed.
Just as frustration set in, a text from an unknown number lit up my screen:
*"I have the photos. Meet me at the Weston Hotel at 7 PM."*
Only one name came to mind.
Huo Liting.
