Luis, with a gossip-filled expression, said, "It can’t possibly be that serious."
"Of course it is, that’s just how gossipy won are. Honestly, your sister-in-law and I don’t have any real conflicts, let alone actual grudges."
Deewa replied, sounding a little frustrated, "It’s all just rumors spreading around. Sohow, without any reason, she and I ended up as enemies. We don’t even know each other, yet we glare at each other in the cafeteria. To be honest, I find it pretty strange myself."
Luis almost choked on his drink. Thinking about the saying that a dorm of six girls could have five different chat groups, it really didn’t seem that far-fetched.
"There must be so clashes of interest, right?"
Deewa thought for a mont, then said, "Sotis the school organizes part-ti gigs. The highest-paying jobs usually go either to or to her. Fighting over those opportunities really gets on my nerves, especially since we each have our own close-knit circles of friends."
Luis didn’t really want to dig into old, petty grievances, it all felt a bit childish. So he changed the subject: "What about Chloe?"
"She’s like a proud peacock. Nancy and I both ca from humble backgrounds, but she never seed to struggle. Always acting so superior, we never liked that about her."
Well, when it ca to conflicts between won, it was never about deep-seated hatred, just trivial, everyday friction. But once sides were taken, those little annoyances piled up over the years.
Eventually, it beca the norm, a situation that felt almost inevitable. It sounded silly and even a bit laughable, but untangling those knots of resentnt born from minor issues? Better not to even try.
According to Deewa, they’d kept in touch sowhat after graduation, exchanging polite, surface-level pleasantries.
Later, she’d heard that Nancy had gotten married, and that Chloe had beco so sort of relative, she wasn’t sure of the details, but at least Chloe had faded from their social circle.
So competitions were straightforward. Like when a client had a budget of only 500 dollars for a model, choosing one ant upsetting the other.
Back during school exhibitions, even with the school taking a cut, there was still money to be made. But once they entered the real world, they had to rely on themselves, mostly just sharing tips and leads with each other.
That was why Teacher Blanche was so respected by everyone. And when it ca to the higher-paying jobs, the rivalry was still mostly between Deewa and Nancy.
Truth be told, over the years, plenty of beautiful girls had co and gone, but the three of them, or rather, the two of them, were always seen as the most stunning. Chloe, by comparison, just didn’t have that sa striking presence.
Seven years had passed since graduation. In all that ti, among so many pretty faces, those two had always stood out, head and shoulders above the rest.
Putting everything else aside, just imagine how exceptional they must have been. Even without direct clashes between them, the constant comparisons stirred up by others were enough to foster a deep-seated animosity.
As they talked, they unknowingly drank quite a bit. Luis wasn’t drunk, just tired. He’d eaten his fill, and seeing that she’d finished two bottles of baijiu and was also sleepy, he led her back to the room.
Towels were tossed aside, leaving them both completely naked. Deewa rubbed her eyes sleepily and murmured, "Want to lick you first?"
"Don’t you want sothing in return first?"
Luis teased her bluntly.
"In your dreams!"
Deewa yawned again, then playfully punched Luis’s arm. "If you thought I was so dirty, why didn’t you wear a condom when you fucked ? Now you think I’m so kind of slut, is that it?"
"I didn’t an it like that."
Luis imdiately shook his head.
"Get lost. You n are all the sa, not a single good one among you."
Deewa narrowed her eyes, sat up, and stretched. Her full, ample breasts swayed enticingly, but she just crawled to the edge of the bed.
She opened another bottle of baijiu, this ti skipping the glass altogether. Tilting her head back, she drank straight from the bottle for a good ten seconds before letting out a long, satisfied sigh.
That single gulp had to be at least half a pound of strong liquor. With a tolerance like that, most normal people wouldn’t dare challenge her.
Deewa chuckled contentedly a few tis, then nestled back into bed, wrapping her arms around Luis. "You know, you bastard, you’ve got one good thing going for you, at least I can really let loose with you. That’s kind of nice. It’s just a sha it’s always so late at night."
Then she shifted, her tall fra curling up against Luis like a vulnerable kitten. She giggled softly, almost to herself, and suddenly said, "If you don’t want anything now, we can just sleep. But if you want it tomorrow... I’ll let you fuck for free, okay?"
"This lady usually charges a pretty penny, but the first ti’s on the house. And I’ll make sure you feel reeeeally good."
"You’ve had too much to drink. Let’s just sleep."
Luis could tell she was under a lot of pressure. The sudden release, mixed with the alcohol, was making her act a little reckless.
"Too much to drink? No way. Just a little. But I do feel... relaxed. Really relaxed."
Deewa suddenly turned her head, her gaze fixed on Luis. "I know what you n care about. Take Chloe, everyone knows she’s a princess who’s dated plenty of guys. In your eyes, she’s still ’pure,’ right?"
"Or... I should say, even in our circle, she’s seen as pure. At least there aren’t any ssy rumors about her."
As she spoke, her voice grew more intense. She gritted her teeth. "What are those jealous bitches even resentful about? That n are willing to spend money on ? Does that an I owe them sex just because they pay up?"
"I’m not stupid. Love my ass..."
"This lady has only slept with three n, and they make up so many dirty stories about . Fuck them..."
"I’m not an idiot. I’m not gonna spread my legs for just a few dollars. I’m not so cheap slut. According to those gossips, Nancy’s probably been fucked by a hundred n..."
"I work at the Store, so I must be sleeping with Leon to keep my job? Sell a car, so I must be fucking David? Fuck that."
"How much commission do they think I even make? If I wanted to sell myself, would I be running around looking for work? Screw them."
"Those high school girls, which one of them hasn’t been with a dozen guys? They’ve got way more experience than I do..."
"Those damn gossip hags..."
Deewa was truly letting go. After finishing the bottle on the nightstand, she got up, fetched the last bottle of baijiu, and started drinking again.
Luis was utterly stunned. He’d seen people lose control after drinking before, but soone who could hold this much liquor without getting sick? She was in a league of her own.
She went to the bathroom, then hurried back, burrowing under the covers and clinging tightly to Luis, shivering. "I’m cold," she mumbled, her words slurring. "I’m so sleepy... If you get hard later, just... do it yourself..."
"Just... not from behind, okay? I’m really not a slut... I was already worn out from you fucking earlier..."
"Alright, enough. Let’s sleep."
Despite her cool exterior, the day’s events had clearly shaken Deewa deeply. The stress had been imnse. With a final yawn, her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted off.
Holding this exquisite body, one that could rival even his sister-in-law’s, Luis, having thoroughly vented his darker impulses, also sank into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Their sleep was profound and undisturbed. With the thick curtains drawn, they lost all sense of ti until the shrill ringtone of a phone shattered the peace.
Seeing an unfamiliar number, Luis dismissed the call. Monts later, his sister-in’s voice ca through: "Luis, are you still asleep?"
"Yeah... exhausted from staying up so late..."
Luis’s words were still thick with sleep.
"Nina tried calling you earlier, but you hung up. She wants you to et at your teacher’s wife’s place at 2 p.m. to review the contract. After that, you can head straight to finalize the transfer paperwork this afternoon."
"Ah... I’d completely forgotten about that."
"It’s already one o’clock!"
Luis stretched, yawning widely. "Then co pick up at the Ocean Hotel now. And give my teacher’s wife a call to let her know, will you?"
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