She AI-Deepfaked My p**n, I Ruined Her

I had been supporting a struggling underclassman for four whole years, scraping by on part-time jobs and scholarships. After she got into my university, I even brought her into my stray cat volunteer work. Every month, I paid her a $150 work-study stipend out of my own pocket. But she used AI face-swapping to put my face into over a dozen explicit videos and spread them across every campus group. Then she went live on camera, crying to everyone. "Thank you to Zara and her sugar daddy for paying me off every month. Please stop forcing me to feed cats in the woods late at night. I'm scared." Overnight, I became the most despised person on campus. Desks were carved with curses. My parents blocked my calls, ashamed of me. Even guys gathered outside my dorm to corner me and tear my clothes off. And she was there behind the crowd, livestreaming my humiliation, raking in donations on my breakdown. Until I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped from the top of the library. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she came to collect her allowance with a cat treat in hand. "Zara, I can't even afford instant noodles this week. Can I get another $75 advance?" Tanya held a cheap cat treat in her hands. She looked at me with her big, expectant eyes and shed tears with practiced ease. I stared at her face and felt sick to my stomach. The weight of my fall from the library still hadn't left my body. I could still remember the crunch of my bones. The piercing sound of sirens. And Tanya, hiding behind the crowd, barely suppressing her smile as she livestreamed my dead body. I took a deep breath and fixed my gaze on her lips. "You can't afford fast food, but you can afford a $150 lipstick?" Tanya instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes darting away. "Zara, you've got it wrong. It's a knockoff I bought at a street stall. Only $5.99" Her eyes reddened, her voice full of grievance. "I know you only use high-end brands, Zara. I know you look down on poor students like me. But I just wanted to dress up a little. Aren't poor people allowed to want to be pretty?" The other club members nearby turned to look. The vice president, Kyle, frowned and strode over to stand by Tanya. "Zara, why are you being so harsh? Don't you know what Tanya's family situation is like? She's been skipping meals just to feed the stray cats. If you're not going to give her the advance, fine. But there's no need to humiliate her like this." I looked at Kyle, that self-proclaimed knight in shining armor and let out a cold laugh. In my past life, he'd been at the front of the line when they tore my clothes off. I ignored Kyle. Instead, I turned around, pulled out a notebook full of signed IOUs, and slapped it onto the table. "Since you're so broke, let's settle the accounts." I flipped open the notebook and pointed at the signatures. "3 months ago, you borrowed $600 for your sick grandparent." "2 months ago, you borrowed $450 for your dorm fees." "Last month, you said you needed $250 for textbooks." I looked up and stared into Tanya's pale face. "Total: $1300. Since you came to me today, pay me back the $1300 right now." Tanya's eyes went wide with disbelief. "Zara... you're really making me pay you back? You know I don't have that kind of money." Tears rolled down her cheeks, big and pitiful. "You said you'd support me through college. How can you go back on your word?" Kyle was furious now, pointing at me. "Zara, have you lost your mind? $1300 is nothing to you. It's the price of a shirt. Are you trying to drive Tanya to her death? Don't you have any compassion?" I met his gaze without flinching. "Did money fall from the sky for me? I earned every cent through part-time jobs and scholarships. Why should I just give it away?" I pointed at the door. "If you feel so bad for her, you pay it back for her." Kyle's face went red. He stammered but didn't pull out his purse. His monthly allowance was only $1200. Where would he get $1300? I turned back to Tanya, my voice cold. "By the end of today, the $1300 must be in my account. If not, starting next month, all your club subsidies and work-study funds are cut." Tanya gasped. She knew I meant what I said. If I cut her off, she wouldn't have money for her knockoff luxury brands and cosmetics anymore. "Fine... I'll pay you back." Tanya gritted her teeth, a flash of venom in her eyes. She pulled out her phone and retreated to a corner, furiously texting everyone she knew. Half an hour later, my phone buzzed. Venmo: $1300 received. Tanya shoved her phone screen in my face, her eyes red. "Are you satisfied now, Zara? I've borrowed from everyone I could. I'll be eating nothing but air next month." I closed the IOU notebook and said flatly, "That's your business." Tanya bit her lip hard, then turned and ran out of the club office. Kyle shot me a dirty look and rushed after her. I sat back down and opened my phone. In the club group chat, Tanya had just posted a teary-eyed cat emoji. Caption: Maybe kindness really is a mistake in this world. The comments below flooded in with consoling replies. I watched those messages of concern and let out a cold laugh. Then I opened the campus club management system and navigated to the member roles page.