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I was Asher's secret girlfriend for five years.
He told me he'd make our relationship public once I fulfilled his 99 requests.
The 99th request was for me to get breast implants.
My people-pleasing nature kicked into overdrive, and I immediately flew to H city.
The next day, when I showed up with my impressive new figure,
I accidentally overheard him complaining to his ex-girlfriend, his "pure love":
"They look like two landmines. I'm surprised they don't fall out when she walks."
"I was just joking with her to make her give up. I didn't think she'd actually do it."
I made a snap decision to dump him and became a risqué livestreamer in H city instead.
Just as I was raking in the cash,
Asher showed up at my door, his eyes blazing with fury...

She Got Breast Implants, but He Slept with Another

I strolled down the street in a daze, my mind filled with everything Asher had said.


Suddenly, a sharp pain struck the back of my head. Before I could react, I collapsed onto the ground.


As I struggled to get up, someone kicked me back down.


"What's a little sister like you doing out so late all alone?"


"With a body like that, why don't you come play with us for a while?"


I hadn't noticed the group of drunk men that had surrounded me. They leered at me with lecherous eyes, their words dripping with sleaze.


Their sticky gazes made my stomach churn.


"What do you want? I'm calling the police if you come any closer," I warned in disgust, holding up my phone.


They exchanged smirks, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they sized me up like a pack of hounds eyeing their prey.


"Come on, just have some fun with us boys."


As they spoke, their hands reached out to grope my chest.


I screamed in terror, but the street was deserted at this hour, all the shops closed for the night.


I clutched my phone tightly and frantically dialed Asher's number.


"We're sorry, but the number you have dialed is not available..."


The cold, mechanical female voice plunged me into utter despair.


I frantically dialed 911 on my phone, desperate to grasp this last lifeline.


Seeing me try to call for help, the men quickly worked together to snatch my phone and smash it on the ground.


"Crack!" The phone shattered into pieces instantly.


It wasn't just the phone that broke - my hope did too.


The men grew increasingly brazen, groping me all over.


I struggled with all my might, but the difference in strength was too great. I was like a toy in their hands.


I could only be manipulated at their will.


They became more and more outrageous, with one of them even taking off his pants.


I closed my eyes in despair, tears falling to the ground like beads from a broken string.


Just as I had resigned myself to my fate, a voice rang out.


The man before me looked somewhat familiar - he was Asher's brother.


"I've called the police! They'll be here any minute!"


Zoran held an iron rod in his hand, warning the men.


They panicked, exchanging glances before scattering in all directions.


I curled up on the ground, shivering, my clothes long since stripped away.


Zoran quickly ran over, taking off his own clothes and carefully draping them over me.Suddenly, I felt my body become lighter as Zoran scooped me up in his arms.


I lay in his embrace without struggling, instead feeling a sense of comfort.


The day's emotional blows had left my mind increasingly foggy, and before long I drifted off into a hazy sleep.


Chapter 2