What Do I Do When the Fake Heiress's Childhood Friends Take Turns Seducing Me? - Chapter 2

To get close to me, Jiang Yue staged an entire damsel-in-distress rescue.

A few street thugs cornered me in an alley. At the critical moment, he charged in to save me and took a solid blow from a club in my place.

Blood ran from his temple, but all he cared about was me.

“Are you hurt?”

He was clever enough not to ask for my contact information right away. It was only during our second “chance encounter” that he put on a shy expression and asked, “Can I add you on WeChat?”

He was an accomplished liar with patience to spare.

On the very first day after we added each other, Jiang Yue sent me a picture of his abs—then quietly unsent it, as though he regretted the slip. He played the secretly thirsty puppy to perfection.

Of all those rich heirs, he had the wildest looks, set off by pale skin.

Since he was serving himself up, it would have been a waste not to look.

Laughing silently, I replied, “Bite up the hem of your T-shirt. Let me see your chest.”

My boldness threw off his rhythm and stoked his competitive streak.

Once people started treating something like a contest, they became impulsive. That made it easy for someone else to take the reins.

One moment, Jiang Yue was raging about me in the group chat, claiming I looked innocent but was wild in private. The next, he provocatively sent me a picture of his chest to reel me in.

He pressed his advantage. “Like it?”

I deliberately ignored him.

Mr. Freebie: “Why aren’t you answering?”

Mr. Freebie: “Busy?”

Mr. Freebie: “Want me to pick you up for school tomorrow morning?”

Half an hour later, he cracked. Grinding his teeth, he sent another picture of his abs.

I answered instantly. “Show me your chest.”

Jiang Yue kept swallowing the humiliation. “I heard there’s a good Western restaurant near school. Want me to take you?”

Mr. Freebie: “Why did you disappear again?”

I answered instantly. “Show me your chest.”

He grew restless and tried to negotiate.

I blocked him on the spot.

His friend requests began popping up one after another.

“You blocked me?”

“Your finger slipped, right?”

“Just because I didn’t send the picture?”

“I admit I sent you that ab shot because I wanted your attention, but I’m not some casual guy. I’m really innocent.”

“But if you like it, I’ll take one for you right now!”

My lips curved in satisfaction.

If he wanted to seduce me, then he ought to please me. What right did he have to bargain?

After letting me look for free for half a month, Jiang Yue finally broke.

“All you want is to stare at my chest!”

Then one day, I stopped demanding pictures. I found a photo of another man’s chest online and sent it to him.

“Bigger than yours. Pinker, too.”

The comment feed erupted in laughter.

【I’m dying! Jiang Yue thinks selling his looks has the baby girl bewitched, but she’s the one playing him like a dog.】

【Tease the bad dog once and he bites the hook. His competitive streak is raging, so now he’s frantically taking thirst traps. Who was it that called her disgusting a few days ago?】

【Yes! Use him, then toss him aside. So satisfying!】

Jiang Yue exploded.

My phone vibrated without pause. Afraid I would tire of looking at him and let someone else beat him to me, he began taking pictures in every pose he could think of.

He remained cautious enough not to show his face.

I showered him with praise and acted completely hooked. He gloated in secret, believing he could coax compromising pictures out of me. Every word he sent was another probe, testing whether he could push things further.

Before he could ask, I offered the bait myself.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Certain he had me, Jiang Yue immediately took a screenshot and flaunted it in the group chat.

“Watch me bag her tonight!”

Lin Xinyue replied viciously, “Make sure the pictures are as degrading as possible.”

Jiang Yue couldn’t hide his smugness. “The second I get the photos and video, there’s no way in hell I’m actually touching her.”

Our elite school had private music rooms for its young masters and heiresses to practice in.

Before Jiang Yue could finish planning what he would do that evening, I called him into an empty music room between classes.

The door had barely shut when his amber eyes began flickering with shyness and nerves. Beneath them, however, lurked a flash of malicious excitement.

Playing an inexperienced boy, he fumbled through his confession while secretly recording our conversation.

“Lin Ting, I like you. Will you be my girl—”

The comments were so terrified that beauty had muddled my head, they seemed ready to start screaming aloud.

Smiling, I cut him off.

“Take off your clothes. Let me have a look.”