Chapter 1The Jock, The Catfish, and My Bed

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: "..."

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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.