The Twofold Vengeance of an In-Between Soul

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I'm the daughter of the other womanthe girl everyone shunned and bullied.

But Kimberly was the only exception. She was my best friend, my ride-or-die through those dark teenage years.

Then some guy she liked casually called me pretty, and she lost it. She exposed my most intimate secret to everyonethe fact that I was born intersex. And then sold me off to some rich, powerful man.

Women around him came and wentsome were even driven to suicide. I endured five years of pure hell.

We met again on Kimberly's wedding night.

I found her in the bridal suite, eyes dazed as she called out for her new husband but he was busy next door with his side piece.

So I said, Kim, let me help you.

Kimberly cornered me in the office restroom.

All because some guy she liked came by the office today and casually said I looked pretty.

As the boss's precious daughter, she wanted to teach the illegitimate child a lesson. Everyone else conveniently disappeared.

She threw dirty water all over me, kicked me onto the wet floor and pinned me, then slapped me over and over.

Just like your homewrecker motherall you know how to do is seduce men!

I clenched my jaw and stayed silent.

But she kept grinding against me unconsciously. I tried to squirm away, but it was no use. Eventually, she noticed.

She froze, scrambling off me and backing away several steps.Her face twisted in disgust.

I almost forgotyou're a fucking freak! Neither man nor woman!

I scrambled up and bolted.

A crowd had gathered outside the restroom, eager for the show.

My summer clothes were thin, and now they were soaked and clingingmy body's secret was on full display.

Their shocked, curious stares made me want to disappear. I ducked my head and pushed through the crowd.

But after work, Kimberly wanted to meet me in the parking garage.

Instead of heading home, I hid in the company storage room until everyone left.

I wanted to explain things to her. We'd been friends for over ten yearsI didn't want some random guy to ruin that.

But the moment I stepped out of the elevator, a van door slid open. And before I could react, someone yanked me inside.

Ah!

I only got one scream out before a chemical-soaked cloth covered my mouth and nose.

Everything went black.

When I woke up, I felt hands roaming my body. A voice, thick with excitement, said, An actual hermaphrodite? This fifty grand was well spent!

My mind was foggy, but I knew exactly what was happening.

Kimberlymy best friendhad sold me.

The man's alcohol-tinged kisses landed on my skin. Sweetheart, you woke up just in time.

A sharp pain shot through me, jolting me to full awareness.

The man on top of me was some middle-aged guy, his eyes full of perverted hunger.

Tears flooded out.

I never cried when the neighbors sneered that my mom was a mistress and I was a bastard.

I never cried when classmates ostracized and bullied me.

Because Kimberly always said, Don't worry. No matter what anyone says, you'll always be the best Lee Yung to me. We'll be best friends forever.

But now, I couldn't hold it in anymore.

The old man breathed heavily. Why cry? Stay with me, you can have anything.

He spent fifty grand on mehe was rich and powerful.

And the way he looked at my bodyhe was a pervert, but that was my chance.

My eyes sharpened. I began to move with him, no longer resisting.

A fire burned inside me. I will have revenge. I will make Kimberly regret ever being born.

After that, I used my body as a bargaining chip to stay by his side.

I learned everything I couldhow he negotiated, networked, and conduced business.

People around him came and went. Some couldn't take it and leaped to their own death.

I endured five years of hell and earned his trust.

I went from being his toy to his right-hand.

He got older and less active. Before he went abroad to retire, he handed part of his operations to me.

I couldn't wait to see Kimberly.

It was her wedding day. She stood on stage in her wedding dress, glowing with happiness.

But in the corner, her groom was making eyes at her maid of honoreven during the group photo, their fingers were intertwined behind their backs.

The irony was almost too perfect.

I whispered some instructions to the hotel manager.

This venue was mine.

I watched the whole wedding. Afterward, the newlyweds were taken upstairstoo drunk, they said.

When I used my key card to enter, Kimberly was already out of it.

Her husband was next door with his mistress. To keep her quiet, he'd even had someone drug her drink.

I smirked.

If I hadn't switched the drug, she'd have simply slept through the nigh.

She writhed on the bed, tearing at her clothes. So hot so uncomfortable hubby, help me

Soon, she was completely naked.

Watching her, I felt a stir too.

The old man had all sorts of tastes. He liked to play, and liked to watch others play. In those five years, I'd been with all sorts of peoplemen, women, everyone.

He fed me all kinds of experimental drugssome not even on the market. My body became hypersensitive.

Even when my mind resisted, my body responded.

Destroying a woman's perfect fantasy is the simplest form of ruin.

So I climbed onto the bed. Kim, I'll help you.

Devoid of reason, her hands reached for me. Hubby! We're finally married! I'm so happy!

You said you'd give me the perfect wedding nightyou didn't lie!

I wasn't gentle. However that old man treated me the night she sold me, I returned the favor.

When she felt the pain, she woke up. You're not my husbandwho are you?

Kimberly tried to push me away, but I pinned her wrists above her head. Kim, it's been so long. Don't recognize me?

I've been thinking about you day and night.

First confusion, then terror washed over her face. Lee Yung! It's you! You're still alive!

You freak! Get off me!

She struggled hardthe more she fought, the more my body reacted.

I was stronger than herthis freak.

Hubby! Save me!

Somebody! Help!

She kept screaming, but the entire floor was empty, cleared on my orders. No one was coming.

Next door, someone was therebut they were busy. I could faintly hear themno one was paying attention here.

Kimberly screamed until she realized no one was coming. Finally, she broke. Crying, she begged me: Lee Yung, we were best friends please let me go.

I felt dazed.

Ever since elementary school, I was bullied for being the mistress's kid. Kimberly always defended me: The adults are at fault, not Lee Yung!

After graduation, she insisted I work at her family's company: What if you get bullied where I can't see?

But in the end, the worst humiliation came from her.

For revenge, I lived five years of hell. This was just the beginning.

The past hatred made me rougher. When I finally stopped, the once-proud Miss Kimberly looked like a broken doll. Her tears fell silently onto the pillow, her gaze empty and fixed on the ceiling. Her body was covered in marks.

She mumbled, Hubby I'm sorry

Hubby, please forgive me.

Seeing her face, I found it hilarious.

I asked curiously, What do you think your dear husband would do if he knew?

Call the police? Have me arrested?

Have his bodyguards beat me half to death?

Or think you're disgusting divorce you?

Hearing divorce, panic filled her face. She didn't even cover herself, just knelt down: Don't tell him! I beg you! I'll do anything!

The next day, Kimberly brought me to her marital home.

She forced a smile: This is my friend. Her place floodedshe'll stay with us for a few days.

Her husband, Brandon, eyed me up: Any friend of yours is welcome. Stay as long as you like.

So he was the one Kimberly liked back then.

I smiled wider.

My mom was gorgeousso pretty that my biological father, William, almost left his wife for her. Too bad she had a freak like me.

William couldn't handle it, found new women, but never fully cut ties.

I inherited 70% of my mom's looksseductive, captivating.

But my features also had a masculine sharpness.

This ambiguous beauty drove Brandonalready a playboycrazy at first sight.

Seeing Brandon's undisguised desire, Kimberly clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white.

All day, she was on edge. Whether during meals, watching TV, or making conversation, her wary eyes never left me.

Only when I went to my room did she relax.

So naive.

Brandon, who drugged her on their wedding night, was no good husband.

Sure enough, that night he knocked on my door: You said the Paramount Hotel is yours? The Harrison Group has tourism interests too. Perhaps we could discuss a collaboration??

I glanced at his bathrobenot exactly business attire.

I smirked and let him in.

It was an unspoken invitation.

The moment the door closed, Brandon rushed to kiss me. I stopped him: Not so fastI haven't showered.

His eyes lit up. He pulled me toward the bathroom: Let me help you.

The shower turned on, water soaking my clothes.

Brandon kissed me while undressing. When my dress dropped, his eyes locked on my body.

He stammered, shocked: You

I laughed lightly: Scared? Disgusted? Or turned on?

Brandon didn't answer, just reached out trembling, fumbling to remove my last piece of clothing.

Seeing his excited, reddened eyes, I smiled: Seems you like it.

The taboo of the situation, combined with the uniqueness of my body, shattered his last shred of control. He barely remembered to turn off the shower before his explorations grew more urgent, pulling me from the bathroom and onto the bed.

Soon, the room echoed with two equally frantic breaths.

Later, lying in bed catching my breath, Brandon couldn't keep his hands off me.

He licked his lips, hinting: Would you... would you like to??

I looked at him playfully.

Brandon was tall, well-built from obvious regular training, with defined abs and the V-line muscles that spoke of male vanity.

I always thought he'd be the dominant type, but

This was getting interesting.

Sure.

I climbed on top, but not how he expected.

I pretended not to see the hunger and disappointment in his eyes. But as I took control, my hands drifted, with deliberate casualness, to trace the lines of his back, lower and lower.

Seeing him completely under my spell, I whispered: Don't give Kim the milk tomorrow night.

I wanted revenge on Kimberly. If she didn't know, what was the point?

Brandon struggled internally.