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Chapter 19 Teacher's Shame
"Bastard, what exactly do you want!"
Bombarded by Liu Zhijun's constant stream of messages, Lu Yao gripped her phone in fury and fired back. After sending it, she glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then quickly typed another: "Believe it or not, I'll report you to the police right now and have you arrested!"
"Go ahead. I'm not stopping you. If you really planned to call the police, you'd have done it already. Why wait till now?"
"If you want to report, you'd better do it immediately, or the police won't even be able to collect evidence later! And while you're at it, make sure to explain clearly how you agreed to pretend to be my girlfriend."
"You came to my home as my girlfriend and then initiated sex with me. Let's see whether the police believe you or me."
"Oh, right you probably don't remember last night. You were begging me to put it in. I'll send you the video so the police can enjoy watching how you pleaded for it."
"Who knows such a big matter, the police might even notify your family and your workplace. Then your husband and colleagues can see how filthy you looked in bed."
Lu Yao's fingers clenched white around the phone as she read each message, her eyes stinging red once more. When the last one came, she reflexively tapped the attached video. And there she was on-screen, twisting her body, begging again and again for him to enter her.
"Ah!" She let out a choked cry and shut it at once. She knew, then he must have drugged her. Otherwise she would never have acted like that. Nor would she have forgotten so much, so quickly.
She remembered returning to his bedroom and drinking a bottle of water. Then her mind had gone hazy… and everything after that vanished until she woke in the early hours, saw herself naked beside him, and felt the crushing exhaustion and soreness. Only then did she realize she had been raped.
Now, regret was useless. He had not only violated her but photographed and filmed it. If those leaked, her life would be ruined.
If it comes to it, I'll go down fighting. If he tries to force me into something intolerable, I will never agree.
She knew he was trying to blackmail her. He hadn't said what he wanted yet, but she could guess.
"What do you want." She typed again, jaw clenched. She would probe for what he planned. If it was unacceptable, she would report him at once. With last night's events and the content of his threatening messages, she believed the police could determine the truth. At worst, she would have to explain everything to her husband and she believed he would understand.
But even with the resolve to fight, she dreaded a public scandal. Conservative by nature, she considered even being a victim of rape a cause for shame. She feared the distance it might place between her and her husband. And how could she explain that she had pretended to be the man's girlfriend? With him holding obscene photos and videos of her, their exposure would be catastrophic.
"I don't want anything. You slipped out early this morning I was afraid you might go back on pretending to be my girlfriend, so I reminded you," his reply came. "Grandma asked where you went. She wants to know when you'll come again she's making dumplings for you."
"After what happened, you think I'll keep our agreement?" She typed, furious. "We said clearly: if you did anything excessive, our deal was void. Did you forget?"
"Didn't forget. But you begged me last night. I was just satisfying you. Didn't you watch the video? Want me to send it again? You begged so lewdly."
"Don't think I don't know you drugged me!" Her hands trembled, teeth grinding. If he had been in front of her, she might have thrown herself at him.
"Hey, don't slander me. You got horny and begged for it yourself. What's this about drugs?"
"Whatever you say, you still violated me. Our agreement is void. If you harass me again, I'll report you." She had hoped to bait him into admitting the drugging, but he denied it outright. Seeing he wouldn't take the bait, she cursed him silently and sent the message anyway.
After that final text, she deleted and blocked his account once more. She feared what he might try next, but she knew she had to show unwavering resolve or he would only exploit her further.
She expected him to try another account, to keep pushing. But after a long wait, nothing came.
Could he really be afraid I'll report him?
Relief loosened her chest slightly. If he stopped contacting her out of fear, that would be best. As for the rape, she would bury it forever.
Still, she couldn't shake the dread. With his character, he wouldn't let her go so easily.
Forget it. For now, let's assume he won't go too far. If he wanted to use those photos and videos to blackmail me, he wouldn't send them out casually. If he reached out again, she would deal with it then.
"Ms. Lu, this is your delivery. A young man brought it early this morning said to hand it to you personally." The next day proved her wrong. As she reached the school gate, the guard waved her over and handed her a document envelope.
"Ah, thank you." She glanced at it. No name or address, only four characters: "To Lu Yao, personally." The hand looked familiar, but she couldn't place it. She ripped it open and peeked inside and her face went bloodless.
Inside was a single color photograph the same image he had sent by WeChat yesterday.
She shoved it back in, stuffed the envelope into her bag, and hurried across the grounds, gripping her bag so tightly her fingers ached.
Back in the office empty for the moment her hands shaking, she pulled out her phone, found his contact she had blocked yesterday, and tried to add him again. She sent the request several times. None were approved.
"Bastard. Bastard." She muttered under her breath, stomach churning. He had dared to send the photo to her school. If a colleague or heaven forbid a student saw it…
"Ms. Lu, are you feeling alright? You look pale." Colleagues drifted in. One paused by her desk to ask.
"I I'm fine. Didn't sleep well." She snapped her case shut, murmured a goodbye, gathered her lesson plans, and left for class.
She told herself he hadn't approved her friend request because he was sleeping; when he saw it, he would accept. But by noon, nothing. In the afternoon break, she tried several more times. Still nothing. Panic rose, shivering through her. She itched to call him, to demand what he wanted but calling first would put her at a disadvantage. She forced herself to wait.
"Ms. Lu, another delivery for you. Same young guy as yesterday." The next morning brought another envelope. She didn't need to open it to know what lay inside. She shoved it into her bag, face like stone, then ducked into a quiet corner of the campus and finally placed the call.
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