Catfishing My Homophobic Roommate

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I'm gay, and when my roommate Derek found out, he said I was disgusting.

Because of what he said, my other roommates started isolating me too.

So petty me decided to pretend to be a woman online and start dating him.

When the time was right, I sent him a few faceless nudes, then deleted and blocked him before he could even react.

But that night, he climbed into my bed, pressing down on me, his voice urgent:

"I know it's you!"

Derek is an athlete who competes in high jump for the national team.

Recently he sprained his ankle and has been recuperating in the dorm.

It just so happens that during this time, I've been pretending to be a woman online and started a relationship with him.

[Baby, I'm going to dance class now, see you tonight!]

[Love you~]

After sending this message, I picked up the packaged meal and entered the dorm.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Derek holding his phone, sending a voice message: "Okay, baby, see you tonight."

His voice was deep and pleasant, with an unusual tenderness that wasn't normally there.

But then his hand holding the phone relaxed.

The next second, my phone in my hand vibrated and chimed.

Me: "..." Mistake. I hadn't switched back to my main account yet.

The guy across from me turned his head, his sharp eyes sweeping over, looking somewhat fierce.

Fortunately, he's handsome, so even his fierceness comes across as cool.

Derek is six foot five, tall with long legs and an imposing presence.

And I'm five foot ten and three-quarters, which rounds up and rounds up again to six feet, with a slimmer build. Standing next to him creates a stark contrast.

His gaze suddenly fell on my hand.

Startled, I quickly grabbed my phone, pretending a friend had messaged me, and even made a show of sending a voice message: "Yeah, after afternoon class, I'll come find you."

Actually, I sent it to my main account.

I sat down at my bed space without greeting him. Our relationship was that bad.

But this guy had zero awareness: "Logan, help me get some water, thanks!"

Actually, he could move just fine, but he deliberately ordered me around because I wouldn't engage with him. What a dark mind.

Yet faced with his tyranny, I pathetically stood up.

And got him a glass of water.

Damn it. My foolish kindness, my cowardly heart.

He took the water glass, his eyes staring straight at me: "Got plans this afternoon?"

"Ah." I sat back down in my spot, responding coolly, then said nothing more.

Derek's gaze fell on me with subtle scrutiny. I felt very uncomfortable under his stare.

I really wanted to slam the table and curse: You have a girlfriend and you're still looking at me, scumbag!

Speaking of which, I'd been chatting with him online for over two months, and we'd only made it official recently.

After lunch, I climbed into bed for a nap.

He didn't make any noise, which was at least one good thing about him.

After afternoon classes, I received a message from Derek.

[Baby, what are you doing?]

[Did you eat? I'll order food for you.]

He also sent a red envelope, which I didn't open.

The corner of my mouth curved up as I found a patch of grass to sit on.

Princess Ann: [Just got out of class~]

[Haven't eaten yet, want to see your abs.]

Two minutes later, a photo of honey-toned, clearly defined abs came through.

Under the sunlight, my head swayed slightly in satisfaction.

Hmph!

When Derek eventually discovers that all the photos he sent were received by a guy, he'll probably be so angry he'll cough up blood, right?

But soon a message came: [I want yours too.]

Actually, most of the time, he spoke in a commanding tone.

At first I was unhappy, thinking he was being pretentious, but later I realized that was just his personality. After some guidance, he now calls me "honey."

I'd previously sent him leg photos for flirting. What he wanted now was photos of me wearing pretty dresses.

But Derek had been in the dorm lately, making it hard for me to take pictures.

[Tomorrow, okay? I'll give them to baby tomorrow, don't have any new dresses]

Derek: [I'll buy you one.]

[Same address as before?]

I deliberately gave him the address of another university.

Actually, it wasn't far, but we hadn't brought up meeting yet.

Derek wasn't deeply invested yet. I still needed to work harder.

Before, he'd told the other two roommates in the dorm that I liked men and that it was disgusting.

I'm petty and I remembered that.

That evening when I returned to the dorm, the other two roommates were out at a competition.

In this dorm, I was the only one from a different major.

Derek's plastered leg was propped up on a small stool beside him.

So long.

I sighed inwardly.

"You're back?" His fierce eyes turned to me, his tone flat.

Right in front of him, I took off my T-shirt, deliberately exposing my upper body.

The more he hated men, the more I wanted to disgust him.

"Yeah." I tossed the T-shirt onto the chair, grabbed clean clothes, and prepared to shower.

As I passed behind him, I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but he seemed to glance at me.

I didn't pay it much mind though. I went into the bathroom to shower. When I came out, wearing pajamas and athletic shorts, humming a tune, I washed all my changed clothes.

What I didn't know was that Derek leaned back, his gaze shifting to me on the balcony.

His eyes fell on my legs.

My exposed calves were straight and slender.

Going up a bit, my knees had a reddish tinge.

After I hung up the clothes and turned around, Derek had already imperceptibly withdrawn his gaze.

His features were deep and three-dimensional, his eyes sharp and exquisitean undeniable hunk, just looking cold and unapproachable.

I pursed my lips.

Your time to cry is coming.

After lying down in bed and pulling the curtain, I started bombarding him with messages.

[Miss you so much, gonna sleep hugging your abs photo tonight!]

[Gonna lick the screen like crazy tonight]

He immediately called on video, muted. I hung up.

[My roommates are all in the dorm, can't take calls baby~]

Derek: [The package will arrive tomorrow.]

Meaning he wanted to see leg photos.

I gave a small huff, seriously suspecting Derek had a leg fetish.

No, he was just a pervert.

It's just that quite a few people liked this guyboth men and women. If I hadn't been bold enough, I might not have been able to hook him.

But it also proves that no matter how good-looking a man is, he can't resist temptation. Hah! Men.

Thinking it over, I turned on the desk lamp and pulled out a spaghetti strap dress I'd worn before and left in the storage basket on my bedside table. I slipped it onto my legs.

Reaching out one hand, I grabbed hard at the dress fabric. In the frame, my fingers were slender and bony, forcefully grabbing at the fabric on my thigh, then releasing.

A three-second video with some filter added, sent over.

[What should I do? My hands won't behave, want to grab your abs~]

"Damn!"

I heard a low growl from Derek's bed area.

Inside, I was blooming with joy.

I laughed so hard I fell back on the bed. Because I had to control myself from making noise, my legs wrapped in the dress excitedly flapped in the air like a fish several times.

The next day, I received the package and went to the other university to pick it up. I worked up a sweat, so I just went and got an hourly hotel room. Opening the package, well...

This dress was actually quite nicea creamy white cake princess dress, length reaching the thighs.

It had a bit of a sheen but not exaggerated, very good quality. Wearing it, wouldn't I actually become a little princess?

I amused myself with that thought.

But I had to admit, this dress barely fit. I almost couldn't pull up the zipper. Looking at it this way, my waist appeared even thinner.

Thinner? I felt like I could barely breathe.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. I quickly went to open it. It was my friend. When she saw how I was dressed:

"Holy shit" several times: "You you you..."

"Stop babbling, quick, take some photos for me."

She'd brought a wig and put it on me. Her hands were really itching, and after Hope begged me, I finally agreed to let her do simple makeup on me.

Finally, we took back shots, side profile shots, and body shots. With slight retouching, a beautiful girl with waist-length hair emerged. Even looking closely, my own mother wouldn't recognize me.

Hope was practically drooling: "Logan, you're so beautiful."

I waved my hand: "So-so, you're quite beautiful too. Come on, this young master will take some photos for you."

So Hope also got some beautiful shots.

After changing in the bathroom, I finally took several deep breaths. I'd almost suffocated.

When I came out, Hope was looking at the dress's packaging box. The more she looked, the more shocked she was. After searching online: "Damn, your boyfriend is pretty loaded, huh? This dress costs over twenty thousand."

"What?" I was shocked. "This thing?"

I suddenly felt the dress was very ordinary.

I'd originally planned to sell it online, but now I was worried about disputes when we broke up later, so I packaged it back up and put it in the box, then into the shipping box.

The tags weren't removed. Later when we fell out, I'd just mail it back to him to avoid disputes that might expose my real identity.

Right after finishing the retouching, I sent Derek a few photos.

He was probably busy, so he didn't see them right away. By the time Hope and I left the hotel and were buying pizza at the food court, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out and saw he'd replied.

Hope leaned over to look and read aloud: "So beautiful... I really can't imagine his handsome face saying something like that. Logan, quick, make Derek send a voice message so I can hear."

Me: "..." I snorted and satisfied her request. I raised my phone and sneakily sent him a message: [Want to hear your voice, so sexy, I replay it three hundred times every time~]

I could spout sweet talk at the drop of a hat. No wonder I'd managed to get Derekit was perfectly natural. .

He quickly sent back a voice message: "You look beautiful."

Derek's voice was magnetic and mellow.

Her eyes sparkled with stars, but her focus was: "Oh my god, he's so sweet, sweeter than if I'd eaten four hundred pounds of durian."

The way she put it, I could practically smell an intense stench.

Oh, it was the durian next to us.

I put away my phone and shouted loudly: "Boss, one order!"

Planning to take it back and stink up Derek.

Then Hope, who was supposed to be on a diet, and I finished it on the road.

Hope and I were high school classmates and neighbors. She actually attended the university on that address.

After finishing the fried chicken and durian, we parted ways.

Speaking of which, Derek really was famous. Even the neighboring university knew about this campus heartthrob.

Before, many girls came to our school to watch basketball specifically because of Derek.

Because of this, Derek's bros were heartbroken about his sprained ankle, causing them to lose many opportunities to be watched by beautiful women.

Back at the dorm, unsurprisingly Derek was there. Wasn't his family local to the capital?

Why wasn't he recuperating at home instead of staying in this dorm being an eyesore? Annoying!

I only dared to complain internally. After all, when he messaged asking me to bring food, didn't I obediently take a detour to bring him his favorite meal from that restaurant?

I put the packaged food on his desk: "Here you go, ninety-five."

Derek's gaze imperceptibly swept over my hand. He picked up his phone: "Thanks, sent it to you."

I checkedit was a hundred dollars. Every time he asked me to bring him things, he'd round up the amount. I'd mentioned it once, but he kept doing it, so I let him. I couldn't very well voluntarily waive the change and say the meal only cost ninety, right?

Then wouldn't I be losing out?

Returning to my spot, he saw the package box on my chair and asked: "What did you buy?"

Without blushing or my heart racing, I said: "Shoes."

Derek's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze falling on the package box again.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly tossed the box under my desk.

This package box was just an ordinary cardboard box, right? Although the quality was a bit better, there wasn't any logo on it!

Even if there was, it would be tinyjust a pattern that you wouldn't notice unless you were paying attention. Besides, Derek bought it online, right? He shouldn't know this box contained the dress he bought.

I calmed down and couldn't help but sigh. This is what happens when you walk the dark path too oftenDerek doing anything slightly suspicious made me feel guilty.

After this was over, I definitely wouldn't do bad things anymore.

Actually, I'd regretted it before, but by then I couldn't extract myself.

I remembered that time returning to the dorm when the door wasn't fully closed and I heard my roommates' voices inside: "Holy shit, he... he actually likes guys? Damn, better not have his eye on me."

I rolled my eyes. For fuck's sake, look at yourself in the mirror, I'm attracted to good looks.

Then I heard another roommate say: "Not necessarily, I heard Logan has someone he likes."

At that moment, that voice I'd always found particularly pleasant came coldly from inside: "Really disgusting."

Crack...

Something shattered.

Oh, it was my positive filter of Derek shattering into pieces.

I'd originally wanted to viciously push the door open and enter, but in the end I chickened out and went downstairs, sitting sadly on the nearby grass for ten minutes.

I'd thought that in the dorm, even though our relationship wasn't great, we could at least exchange a word or two. I didn't expect him to be this kind of person.

From that day on, my other two roommates would instinctively avoid me when they saw me, yet they fawned all over Derek. I felt this was all Derek's doing.

Finally, filled with resentment, I decided to disgust him.

Now, there's no turning back once you've shot the arrow.

Not only did I not reflect on whether my actions went too far, I actually felt I was getting the short end of the stick.

Platonic relationships are all about that emotional value, and I was heartbroken, feeling I'd given too much.

I picked up my phone, opened the alternate account, and sent him a message: [Baby, want to see your nude photos.]

Right after sending, I suddenly came to my senses and quickly recalled it.

Ahhhhh, that was way out of line.

My face instantly flushed red.

I quickly pressed the phone face-down on the desk.

Carefully glancing at the next bed over, I saw the guy whose profile was impossibly handsome staring at his phone screen, his brow slightly furrowed, expression subtle. I didn't know if he'd seen my message.

But he didn't reply, so most likely he hadn't seen it. Small chance he saw it and chose to ignore it.

I was used to it, even painfully thinking: having to act like a simp just to get revenge, this losing deal I'll never do again.