Chapter 1The Roommate Trap

My sexual orientation was accidentally exposed, and I heard my roommate, a jock named Blake, call me disgusting. Because of his words, my other roommates started to subtly isolate me.

Being someone who believes in an eye for an eye, I pretended to be a cute girl and started an online relationship with him. When the time was right, I sent him a photo of my abs, and before he could react, I blocked and deleted him.

But that night, he climbed into my bed, pressed down on me, his voice urgent: "Wifey, let me touch."

Me: "..."

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Blake is a jock, a high jumper on the national team.

Recently, he sprained his ankle and has been resting in the dorm.

Coincidentally, during this time, I pretended to be a cute girl and took advantage of his boredom, finally establishing a relationship with him online.

[Baby, I'm going to dance practice now. See you tonight, mwah!] [Love you.jpg]

After sending this message, I carried my takeout into the dorm.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Blake holding his phone and sending a voice message: "Okay, wifey, see you tonight."

His voice was deep and pleasant, carrying a tenderness he usually lacked.

But the moment he let go of the phone screen...

Buzz.

The phone in my hand vibrated at the exact same time.

Me: "..." Mistake. I hadn't switched back to my main account yet.

The guy opposite me looked over, his sharp eyes sweeping across the room, looking a bit fierce.

Luckily, he's handsome, so the fierceness just looked cool.

Blake is six-foot-five, tall with long legs, and has an imposing presence.

I'm five-ten-and-three-quarters—rounded up, six feet—but with a slender build. Standing next to him, the contrast is stark.

His gaze suddenly fell on my hand.

Startled, I quickly picked up my phone, pretending a friend had messaged me, and even replied with a voice message: "Okay, I'll find you after class this afternoon."

In reality, I sent it to my main account.

I sat down at my desk, not greeting him. Our relationship was terrible.

But this guy had no self-awareness: "Logan, get me a glass of water, thanks!"

Actually, he could move, but seeing me ignore him, he deliberately ordered me around. Truly malicious.

But succumbing to his tyranny, I spinelessly stood up.

I got him a glass of water.

Damn my soft heart and cowardly guts.

He took the cup, staring straight at me: "Got a date this afternoon?"

"Yeah." I sat back down, replied coldly, and stopped talking.

Blake's gaze lingered on me strangely, making me very uncomfortable.

I really wanted to slam the table and shout: Looking at me when you have a wifey? Scumbag!

Speaking of which, I've been chatting with him online for over two months and only recently made it official.

After lunch, I took a nap.

He didn't make any noise, which was nice of him.

After class in the afternoon, I received a message from Blake.

[Wifey, what are you doing?] [Have you eaten? I'll order food for you.]

He even sent a red packet, which I didn't click.

The corners of my mouth curled up as I found a spot on the lawn to sit.

Princess Shen: [Just got out of class?] [Haven't eaten yet. Want to see hubby's abs.]

So, two minutes later, a photo of honey-colored, well-defined abs was sent over.

Under the sun, I shook my head slightly, feeling smug.

Hmph!

When Blake finds out later that the photos he sent were received by a guy, he'll probably vomit blood from anger, right?

But he quickly sent another message: [I want yours too.]

Actually, a lot of the time, he speaks in commands.

At first, I was unhappy, thinking he was pretentious, but later I realized that's just his personality. So with some guidance, he now knows how to call me "wifey."

I had sent him leg photos before to flirt, and now he wanted photos of me in a pretty dress.

But Blake has been in the dorm recently, so it's hard for me to take photos.

[Tomorrow, baby. I don't have a new dress yet, sob sob~]

Blake: [I'll buy one for you.] [Same address as before?]

I deliberately sent him the address of another university.

It's actually not far, but we haven't mentioned meeting up yet.

Blake isn't in deep enough yet. I need to work harder.

Before, when he and the other two roommates said I liked men and was disgusting...

I'm petty. I remember it.