Former Goddess, Now My Ramen Shop Girl

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The owner of the ramen shop downstairs is a fallen socialite with curves that could kill.

To boost her sales, she is willing to do anything.

She even launched a deal: spend four thousand dollars, and you can experience being the boss for a night.

If you upgrade to a permanent membership, the benefits are endless...

1.

A new ramen spot opened up downstairs, and the business is booming.

There are always long lines wrapping around the block.

People say it is all because of the owner's incredible body and a face that could rival a Hollywood star.

I was dying of curiosity.

I had to see what kind of magic this beauty was stirring into her broth.

One evening, I finished work late.

The shop was nearing closing time, and I stepped in just as the door was about to be locked.

I was lucky because the place was finally empty of other customers.

I glanced toward the kitchen, trying to find the woman everyone was drooling over.

I saw a woman in a denim mini-skirt and a tight apron.

She was busy scrubbing the counters.

The apron was tied tight, accentuating her waist and chest.

As she leaned over to wipe the tables, her curves swayed and shifted with every movement.

I could not take my eyes off her.

She was wearing polka-dot stockings under her skirt, and her heels clicked sharply against the floor.

Every now and then, she would pause to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

She really did have that classic, timeless beauty the neighbors raved about.

"Hey, I'd like a bowl of ramen," I called out.

I had seen enough for now, but I still wanted to taste her cooking.

The owner stepped out of the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry, we're closing up for the night. You'll have to come back tomorrow."

We locked eyes, and I nearly jumped out of my seat in shock.

It was Savannah Reed, my old college classmate!

Back then, she was the "it" girl, the one every guy on campus obsessed over.

She was the pure, untouchable queen of the university.

I was one of her many pathetic pursuers back then.

I spent months bringing her coffee, paying for her meals, and even doing her assignments.

Savannah accepted everything I gave her, but she looked down on me from the bottom of her soul.

When I finally confessed my feelings, she crushed my dignity into the dirt.

In front of all my friends, she sneered at me from her high horse.

"Derek Miller, you were born to be a pathetic loser. You're a bottom-feeder dreaming of a goddess. Keep dreaming!"

For two years, I was the laughingstock of the campus.

Later, I heard she married some billionaire right after graduation, and I stopped following her news.

Savannah recognized me too.

She looked embarrassed, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her apron.

She was clearly trying to hide her current state of desperation from me.

"Derek... it's been a long time," she whispered.

I let out a cold laugh.

Recalling how she humiliated me, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing her like this.

"Doesn't it? I heard you married a billionaire. What happened? Did he get bored of you and kick you to the curb to sell noodles?"

I hit the nail on the head.

Savannah gave a strained, awkward smile.

"Let's not talk about the past. Let me make you that bowl of ramen."

Finally, the tables had turned.

I felt a surge of power over her for the first time in my life.

I looked around the shop; it was small, almost cramped.

Suddenly, I noticed a bright red sign near the register.

"Membership: $4,000 for a one-night 'Boss' experience. Permanent Membership: The Owner is at your beck and call."

My heart skipped a beat.

Savannah was actually selling herself like this now?

Looking at that sign, the resentment I had carried for years bubbled up.

Insulting her with words wasn't enough to make up for the years I spent as a joke because of her.

I walked into the kitchen and stood right behind her while she prepped the spices.

"Are you that desperate for cash?" I asked.

Her hands shook slightly, and her smile was brittle.

"I owe some people money. I need to pay it back fast."

Watching her work, a dark fire ignited in my chest.

The woman who wouldn't let me touch her finger back then was now making me dinner.

If I could make her feel the same humiliation I felt, it would be the perfect revenge.

My body moved faster than my mind.

I grabbed her waist and slid my hand down, squeezing her firm, rounded hips hard.

Savannah bit her lip, her expression looking like she was about to cry, but she didn't fight back.

"Derek, I'm sorry for what happened back then. For the sake of our old friendship, please don't..."

"Shut up!" I snapped.

Hearing her mention the past only made me angrier.

She looked helpless, pouting in a way that made my blood boil with excitement.

I reached inside her apron, claiming her softness as my own.

2.

"Derek please, stop."

Savannah sounded uncomfortable, let out a soft moan, and tried to pull away.

I was waiting for this.

I stepped forward, pressing my body firmly against her back.

"Doesn't the sign say I can experience being the boss if I pay? Perform well, and maybe I'll consider a permanent membership to help your sales."

She seemed genuinely swayed by that threatDor maybe it was the promise of money.

She stopped struggling and let me handle her however I wanted.

I stood behind her, watching her work through her tears while I toyed with her.

It felt incredible.

I wanted her to feel the same shame I felt all those years ago.

"Derek, someone is coming in. I know I was wrong back then. If you really want to take your anger out on me, just buy a membership. Then you can do whatever you want to me."

I looked toward the front.

A customer had indeed walked in, ruining the moment.

I didn't want to be seen, so I let her go.

I sat back down at a table and waited for my ramen, giving her thigh a firm stroke as she passed.

The silky feel of her stockings was a total killer.

Her body hadn't changed since college; in fact, she was even more curvaceous now.

There wasn't an ounce of extra fat on her waist, but her hips were perfectly shaped and firm to the touch.

After she served me, she went to take care of the other customer.

Did I think that little bit of trouble was enough to get my revenge?

Not a chance.

I finished my meal and went back to the kitchen.

"How much for the permanent membership? I want it."

I leaned in close to her ear, my voice dripping with malice.

"Once I pay, I'm going to punish you for every word you said to me back then."

Her face flushed, though I couldn't tell if it was from anger or the heat of the stove.

"Permanent membership is two hundred thousand dollars," she replied.

What?!

I was stunned.

This woman still thought she was made of gold!

Two hundred thousand was literally every cent I had saved from years of working.

Savannah glanced at me.

She was sharp; she immediately saw me hesitating over the price.

That submissive attitude vanished instantly.

She transformed back into the arrogant queen from college who called me a loser.

She lifted her chin, her eyes full of disdain.

"If you can't afford it, get out. I thought you'd made something of yourself, but you're still the same. Move!"

She shoved me aside with that same entitled tone she used years ago.

Rage blinded me.

I grit my teeth.

Fine. Two hundred thousand it is.

If it meant getting my dignity back and making her obey me, it was worth it!

I pinned her against the kitchen wall.

"Who says I don't have the money? I was just wondering if you're actually worth it. It's just two hundred grand. I'm in!"

I pulled out my phone and scanned her code on the spot.

I transferred the money in three separate transactions.

The moment the money hit her account, she lit up with a predatory smile.

She turned into a fawning servant, apologizing to me with eyes full of fake heat.

Now that she had my money, I saw the other customer leave.

I roughly hoisted her onto the table.

"I want my membership benefits. Right now."

She pushed me back gently.

"I already have another member scheduled for tonight. First come, first served, right? They're waiting. I have to go."

I laughed coldly.

"Busy girl, aren't you? When is it my turn?"

"The day after tomorrow. Come to the shop then, and I'll go home with you."

Her smile was pleading.

Since she had that sign up like a public contract, I figured she was telling the truth.

I decided to trust her and wait.

"Don't I get a free trial today? I am a permanent member, after all."

I grinned and spread my legs, determined to make her work for it.

Savannah understood.

She didn't act shy.

She locked the shop door and knelt on the floor in front of me...

Twenty minutes later, I let her go to her "night shift."

As the days passed, my heart was filled with a mix of anticipation and hate.

I planned exactly how I would break her.

I'd make sure she couldn't even get out of bed.

The day finally came for my membership benefits.

But Savannah was gone.

The ramen shop was locked tight.

Neighbors said it hadn't opened in two days.

I had been so busy at work I hadn't noticed.

Standing in front of that locked door, I realized I had been played.

She had vanished with my money!

I just gave her two hundred thousand dollars, and she bolted.

I felt a wave of regret so strong it made me sick.

I wanted to call the police, but the whole story would make me a laughingstock again.

I couldn't handle being the butt of the joke twice.

I spent the next few days hunting for any sign of her.

If I ever found that woman, I was going to make her pay.

The breakthrough came a week later.

Around 11 PM, my doorbell rang.

I opened it to find Savannah standing there, looking exactly like the woman I'd been hunting.

I snatched her by the arm and yanked her inside.

She gave me a sheepish smile.

"I'm here to fulfill my promise. I got held up by some business."