My Childhood Friend Broke His Promise

On the day I was in heat, my childhood sweetheart stood me up. He only sent me a voice message, which said, “Willow, what do you mean you’re in heat? You’re just desperate for a man. Have some self-respect. Stop calling me!”

Just as my fever spiked, pushing me to the edge of delirium, spectators watching my story flooded my vision with comments.

[Sweetie, there are plenty of fish in the sea! Don’t be sad!]

[Honey, look who’s walking in front of you. It’s Douglas Simus, the university heartthrob. He has the whole V-line and abs package, and he’s still a pure virgin boy!]

Who? A V-line and abs?

He should probably be able to satisfy me then.

I struggled to open my eyes and saw a handsome man appear.

Not bad. He smelled clean.

I stopped him.

“Do you want to hook up with me?”

The viewers were crazy in the scrolling comments section.

[Wow, Willow! You’re bold.]

[This is how we strong, independent women do it. Out with the old, and in with the new.]

[Willow, he’s a good choice. He has money, power, and stamina.]

Douglas’ face turned bright red.

“You smell amazing.”

Driven by instinct, I threw myself at Douglas.

I then buried my face in his chest and breathed in his scent.

Sure enough, the discomfort I had been feeling lessened.

“W-What are you trying to do?”

“You.”

I looked up and took his bobbing Adam’s apple into my mouth.

He made a low, muffled grunt.

What should I do? I wanted him, but I did not know what to do.

I thought about touching him all over, but he was the university heartthrob. Would he hit me if I did?

Douglas yanked me off.

“Willow, you can’t do this. You have a boyfriend. I won’t be the other man.”

“I don’t. Finn is just someone my family gives financial aid to.”

I immediately played the voice message Finn had just sent me.

Due to my unique physical condition, my mother sponsored Finn so he could be by my side in situations like this.

When we were younger, he never protested when I cuddled with him.

However, after we started university, he said he preferred the university belle, who was purer and more reserved. He was no longer willing to have physical contact with me. He even said that my constant requests for hugs and closeness were shameless.

However, I was just a young succubus. I had needs.

All the resources my mother had invested in him over the years had gone to waste.

“I’m so upset. Let me hold you for a moment,” I said through my sobs.

As I clung to him, Douglas struggled internally. His body remained stiff.

“I-If I don’t let you hold me, will you find someone else?”

Even with my addled mind, I knew that I would have to find someone else if he refused me.

I looked at him as if he were an idiot.

This made me