She Smeared Me, I Pranked Her Hard

Chapter 3

For the next few days, I kept roleplaying as a heartbroken, miserable Conrad on w******p. I sent Claire casual messages now and then, but no matter what she said, I never gave in or agreed to break up with my girlfriend.

Claire quickly grew impatient, and her messages became much bolder and more straightforward.

Claire: Hey, baby boy, want to hook up?

Claire: I'm super obedient. I'll do anything you want.

Claire: Don't worry. I'll keep everything a secret. Your girlfriend will never find out. I'll be your little secret, I promise.

Whenever she wasn't messaging "Conrad," she kept pestering me directly, trying to find out how things had been between Conrad and me lately.

Putting on my best heartbroken expression, I "vented" to her.

"Conrad's been acting so weird lately. He's been in a terrible mood, won't tell me why, and keeps avoiding me. We barely exchange a full sentence all day now.

"He won't even let me look at his phone anymore. He's always typing away in secret, like he's chatting with someone behind my back."

As if I'd suddenly remembered something, I grabbed Claire's hand.

"Wait, weren't you supposed to test him for me?" I asked. "Did you notice anything unusual?"

I studied her face closely.

For a split second, panic flashed across her eyes, mixed with a smug glint she couldn't quite hide.

She covered her mouth with a laugh. "No, nothing! Everything was completely normal. Conrad did perfectly."

She smiled as if to reassure me. "Don't start suspecting him for no reason, okay? He's probably just stressed about something else. Just give him a little more space and time. That's all."

That very night, Claire stepped up her seduction. She sent several nearly nude photos, and her messages became even more provocative and forward than before.

Suppressing my disgust, I saved every chat log and photo before replying.

Conrad: We've been chatting for a while now. You have to show me you're serious about this, right? Otherwise, how am I supposed to believe you actually like me?

Claire replied almost immediately.

Claire: What do I have to do to prove I'm serious?

I narrowed my eyes and typed my reply.

Conrad: Let's be honest. I like girls who are easygoing and adventurous. They're way more fun that way.

Conrad: My girlfriend looks all sweet and innocent on the outside, but she's supposedly a total freak behind closed doors. That's a huge turnoff for me.

Conrad: You know what I mean, right? I want a girl who's only this wild for me, the kind who's willing to try anything.

Claire was quick to say she was exactly that kind of girl. She claimed she was open to trying new things, completely clean, and had never had any questionable relationships or casual hookups.

Good.

I sent her first assignment on w******p.

Conrad: You're that desperate for a man, huh?

Conrad: Fine. Send me your address. I'll mail you something, and you'll do exactly what I tell you.

Conrad: Do that, and I'll agree to meet you in person.

I mailed Claire an extra-strength vibrator with maximum power and an oversized design.

The moment it arrived, she sent me a photo of it.

Claire: I never would've guessed someone as serious as you would have such kinky tastes.

I typed my next instruction.

Conrad: Wear it to the office tomorrow. Put it on before you leave home, then send me a photo to prove it.

The next morning, I ran into Claire as soon as I arrived at the office.

She walked stiffly, biting down so hard on her lower lip that it had almost turned white. Her cheeks were flushed, and the look on her face made it obvious she was desperately trying to hold herself together.

Putting on my most concerned expression, I walked over and gave her a firm pat on the hip.

"Claire, are you okay? Are you feeling sick?"

Her whole body jerked violently.

A shaky moan escaped before she could stop it, drawing confused looks from several nearby coworkers.

She quickly grabbed my hand.

"I... I strained my back yesterday," she stammered. "Please don't touch me."

I immediately put on a worried expression.

"We have a company meeting today. A lot of the senior executives will be there, and you're presenting the project. Will you be okay?"

Claire nodded repeatedly.

Gritting her teeth, she forced a smile despite the obvious discomfort on her face.

"I'll be fine."

After saying goodbye, she hurried off to prepare for the presentation.

A short while later, my phone chimed.

Claire had sent another explicit photo.

Claire: Babe, I did everything you told me to. I finished the assignment perfectly.

A cold smile spread across my face.

I wrapped my fingers around the small remote tucked inside my pocket.

'I wonder... When she's standing onstage in front of the executives, what will happen if I turn it all the way up? Will she still be such an obedient little pet?' I thought.