Boyfriend Is Hard to Deal With ep11
The next morning, the bitch didn't come to school.
The class group chat was quiet, and her usual spot where she loved posting good morning stickers was empty. Sitting at my desk, I couldn't help but smile. My boyfriend sent a message, just three simple words: "She broke down."
I replied with a kissing emoji, then put my phone away. That feeling of satisfaction surged through me like waves, one after another.
During the lunch break, I deliberately passed by the restroom she often used. The door wasn't fully closed, and I heard suppressed sobbing inside. Pushing it open a crack, I saw her squatting in the corner, her eyes swollen like walnuts. She was still wearing that off-white short dress from yesterday, the hem wrinkled and bunched up on her thighs, her makeup completely ruined, the pink lip tint a mess. Hugging her knees, her shoulders shaking violently, she looked like a crushed bug.
I didn't make a sound, just watched her quietly. A few seconds later, she seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.
The moment our eyes met, she looked like she'd been electrocuted, her pupils dilating instantly, her face turning deathly pale.
I gave her a sweet smile and said softly, "Morning, did you have fun yesterday?"
She opened her mouth to say something but only let out broken whimpers. I didn't look at her again, turned and walked away, my heels clicking crisply and loudly on the floor.
She still didn't show up in the afternoon. When the teacher asked, I said innocently, "I don't know, she seemed fine yesterday."
That evening, as soon as my boyfriend got home, he picked me up, spun me around, and pressed me onto the couch to kiss me.
"She messaged me," he said, panting and laughing as he pulled at my clothes. "Crying, asking why, why I did this to her."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, legs around his waist, grinding against his already hard spot through his pants: "What did you reply?"
"I told her... 'Because my girlfriend is better at fucking.'" My boyfriend chuckled, biting my collarbone, his hand sliding straight into my panties, fingers expertly finding the already soaked spot and thrusting two fingers in without hesitation.
I moaned in pleasure, my hips pushing toward his hand: "Keep talking... what else did she send?"
"She said she loves me... begged me not to do this... even sent a photo of herself in that dress from yesterday, saying she dressed up just for me." My boyfriend's fingers pumped faster and faster, his other hand squeezing my soft breast. "I screenshotted it and sent it to you."
I laughed so hard my shoulders shook, reached down to unzip his pants, pulled out that hot, hard thing, aimed it at my wet entrance, and sank down.