The Roommate Who Loved to Bare It All

"Avis, could you grab my body wash? It’s on my desk. I'm busy showering; I can't go over to get it." On the balcony, my roommate, Linda Lowe, was indulging in her cold shower, basking in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Our dorm wasn’t on a high floor, and anyone passing below could easily glance up to enjoy the view. But Linda didn’t care. Far from it—she seemed to revel in it, swaying her body with exaggerated movements as though she couldn’t wait to flaunt herself. The boys in the neighboring dormitory had a clear view, and some even took detours past our building just to sneak a better look. Watching her shamelessly flaunting herself made my blood boil. I clenched my fists, trembling with anger, wishing I could end her smug display right then and there. This scene was identical to what happened in my previous life. Suppressing my fury, I reminded myself that now wasn’t the time to act. Killing her outright would be far too merciful. I wanted her to face the co

The whispers and pointed fingers from the crowd reached Linda’s ears, and her expression instantly darkened. "Avis! You did this on purpose, didn’t you? With so many people downstairs, you just wanted to embarrass me!" “Oh, so you do know how to feel embarrassed. Seems like you aren’t entirely shameless after all. Perhaps the way you framed me in the past life wasn’t accidental either,” I thought.Feigning innocence, I put on a hurt expression and said, "I was worried you’d get cold from staying out here too long. Why would I want to harm you? Look at you, Linda. You’re so captivating that even a simple shower has everyone watching. “Just look at those men. They’re completely mesmerized. If I had a body as perfect as yours, I’d shower on the balcony too." I forced out those insincere words, barely managing to keep myself from gagging. Linda, soaking up my flattery, let out a smug huff and continued with her shower. "Hmph, of course, I’m irresistible." Then, she shot me a dis

I shook my head and looked at her with a faint, mocking smile. “I don’t think so. After all, I wasn’t the one showering on the balcony, and I wasn’t the one spewing insults in the group chat.“Weren’t you fearless? Why not channel that same courage from last night and go battle them yourself?” My sarcastic jab made Linda’s face turn crimson as she clenched her fists in frustration. Layla, visibly upset and losing her composure, unfairly lashed out at me without caring whether her accusations made sense. “Avis, how can you say that? We’re all in the same dorm, how could you throw Linda under the bus like that?“You’re older than her. You should be more responsible! She’s still young and doesn’t know better. What if that mob outside hurts her?” I couldn’t help but laugh at the audacity. I had never seen someone so shameless. This time, I didn’t hold back and fired right back at her. “Young? She’s barely two days younger than me. Are you saying she might get hurt, but I won’t? And

Amid the chaos, someone in the crowd called the police. They arrived quickly, dispersing the mob. Most of the students were let off with a lecture and a few written apologies, but Layla was taken in for questioning. Mortified at the thought of her humiliation becoming public, Layla refused to go to the station, kicking and screaming all the way. It wasn’t until the officers physically restrained her and dragged her along that she reluctantly complied. During her statement, she desperately begged the officers not to let the story get out. It was all in vain. By the next day, the incident had made headlines. Layla’s beating was plastered all over the internet, with videos and photos spreading like wildfire. To make matters worse, someone dug up her status as a medical student, sparking outrage. People raged that someone so unethical and shameless had no right to become a doctor. Linda wasn’t spared either. Her unblurred balcony photos went viral, cementing her infamy. The dorm

Recently, their livestreams started attracting a high-roller with the username "SHADOWKING," who would casually drop hundreds of dollars in gifts every day. He became a regular in both Layla’s and Linda’s streams, showering them with virtual presents while they fawned over him, calling him “darling” and praising him endlessly. It wasn’t long before he began sending them private messages, sweet-talking and asking for a chance to meet in person. Through some digging, I discovered his true identity—he was one of the thugs from my past life. The account wasn’t even his alone; it was shared among a few of them, pooling their resources. As I looked up at Linda and Layla, blissfully bathing on the balcony, my lips curled into a subtle smile. Finally, karma was knocking at their door. It didn’t take long for their sugar daddy to run out of money. Within a few days, the shared account was drained completely, and they could no longer afford the lavish gifts. When he entered the lives