EP8: https://fansone.co/post/1832632542
EP9: https://fansone.co/post/1913897056
It's recommended to read the previous two episodes first.
Having a Boyfriend Isn't Easy ep10
In the days that followed, the bitch completely fell for it.
She was practically glued to my boyfriend's LINE every day, never missing a good morning or good night, and would even send messages in the middle of the night like "Can't sleep, thinking of you." When my boyfriend showed me those chat logs, I watched as she went from calling him "brother" to "husband," and sending flirty emojis, and all I felt was satisfaction. In class, she still looked pure and innocent, but the moment my boyfriend replied, her whole face would light up, and even her walk had a spring in it.
My boyfriend and I planned the final step.
"This time, just ask her to get a room," I said. "Give her the key card and let her come by herself. Set it for eight in the evening."
My boyfriend raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You sure? She's completely addicted now, she won't say no."
"Not only will she not refuse, she'll even do her makeup and pick out lingerie in advance." I sneered. "Then let her see with her own eyes what the man she thinks is hers is actually doing."
That night, my boyfriend asked her out, saying he was stressed lately and wanted a quiet place to talk, and emphasized "just talking, don't overthink it." The bitch replied "okay" instantly and even asked if she should bring anything. My boyfriend sent her the key card and said he'd arrive first to get the room ready.
We arrived at the hotel nearly an hour before her.
The room was a standard business double, lights dimmed, sheets glaringly clean. The moment my boyfriend closed the door, he pinned me to the bed and kissed me deep and urgent. I smiled and bit his neck, whispering, "Today, we're going to make sure she sees clearly who you belong to."
We didn't rush to strip down; we took it slow. I straddled him, kissing him while slowly grinding, deliberately letting my voice out low. My boyfriend's hands gripped my waist, breathing heavily as he matched my rhythm. The room was filled with nothing but our breaths and the soft sounds of the mattress, the air growing hotter.
By the time it was almost eight, we were already completely connected. I rode him, moving my hips slowly, hair falling over half my face. My boyfriend whispered in my ear, "She should be here soon."
I smiled deeper and made my movements even more obvious.
The door lock clicked.