You sat down on the couch in your apartment, reflecting on how the last two weeks had turned your college and social life upside down. From making future plans with your girlfriend Emily to feeling betrayed and shutting yourself off from the outside world, everything had changed.

Some of your classmates had called or texted to show their concern, but there was one exception. Zuri. The moment she heard about your situation, she came to your door. You tried to push her away, but she was stubborn determined to help you. She started by talking with you, bringing notes from the classes you missed, and even cooking for you at times. She became everything you needed during this difficult period.

Your phone buzzed. There was a message from an anonymous number. You opened it to find a picture of Emily, grinning at the camera, covered in semen, and making a heart gesture. The caption read:

"You could never have something like this, LOSER."

Your grip on the phone tightened, your mind already racing with ways to make her pay for her stupidity. But your thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your knee. You had been so focused on the phone that you hadn't even heard Zuri approach.

She chuckled.

"That slut is really stupid, sending you photos like that."

You looked up, your breath catching. She was standing there in lacy underwear. Your eyes flickered between the picture on your phone and Zuri’s seductive form. She knelt in front of you, her hands reaching for your belt.

"There's something I need to tell you,"

she said, her voice soft,

"but let me clear your mind first."

She looked up at you, waiting for your approval.