Library

Search

Home / Steamy Short Story / The Drunken Beauty Stumbles / Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

All Chapters of The Drunken Beauty Stumbles: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

7 Chapters

Chapter 1

My name is Naomi Spencer, a freshman at an art college.Ever since I started dating my boyfriend, I'd go to bars every weekend. Each time the alcohol hit, my desires surged, and gradually, I became addicted to that atmosphere.That night was another weekend. My boyfriend, a few classmates, and I went to a bar near campus. The place was full of attractive men and women.To make my boyfriend look good, I deliberately wore a deep V-neck blouse that accentuated my full, rounded curves, revealing a deep cleavage.Everyone in the bar was letting loose, and the intense atmosphere made something inside me itch with restlessness.The men at the table kept sneaking glances at my chest.Their heated gazes stirred something within me.After a few drinks, everyone's behavior grew more unrestrained.One of the men, I heard, was a lecturer from a nearby university. His name was Axel Keating.He spoke bluntly. "Every single one of my female students is eager—practically lining up to have fun

Chapter 2

In an instant, my two big boobs sprang free.A cool breeze swept over me, and shame washed through my entire body."No—don't... We're on the street, not in some room. What if someone sees?"But my boyfriend was strangely excited. He didn't just grope and squeeze me—he studied every inch of my body like he was seeing it for the first time.Luckily, the people around us were far enough away that they couldn't tell what we were doing. Otherwise, we'd probably be tomorrow's headline news.But my boyfriend still wasn't satisfied. Next, he flipped my short skirt up around my waist.He pressed himself tightly against my rear.Ahh—this felt way too good.Even through the layer of his pants, I could feel that thing drilling straight into my crack. Deeper and deeper, until even my thong was swallowed up.No way. Did he take some kind of pill?Under that fierce stimulation, my blood started boiling fast. My lower belly swelled, already starting to leak. I'd never felt anything like this

Chapter 3

Just as I cried out those words, Axel suddenly stopped moving.I thought he was about to satisfy me, but instead he stood up and pulled his pants back on.My body felt like it was suspended in midair—empty, hollow, aching to be filled.Then, out of nowhere, Axel waved toward the street ahead."Come on out. I've tested her for you."I was still trying to figure out what he meant when a figure emerged from the corner across the street.It was my boyfriend. He stood there stiff and straight, watching me from a distance.Axel said, "I just tested her. She didn't resist at all. She's clearly the loose type. You shouldn't keep a woman like this."His words hit me like a crashing wave. The world spun.So this was all a setup—a trap my boyfriend had laid for me. He wanted to test whether I could stay faithful.My throat tightened. It felt like someone was squeezing my heart. Panic flooded my entire body.My boyfriend walked slowly toward me and looked down from above. "Look at yours

Chapter 4

I screamed, hysterical. "I'm not some slut! Axel forced himself on me! And I was drunk—barely conscious. How could I possibly have done those things on purpose?"But my boyfriend wouldn't listen to a word I said. He kept that same disgusted look on his face. "You called him 'daddy,' didn't you? You're telling me that wasn't what you wanted? You dressed so sexy tonight just so you could pick up more guys at the bar and satisfy your filthy desires."I broke down completely. Yes, I had called Axel "daddy." But I never once thought about picking up other men at the bar.Did he think I was born a slut? Calling a stranger "daddy" like that?For a moment, I felt dizzy, unhinged.Maybe my boyfriend had a point. Maybe I really was insatiable. His small size had always weighed on me like a disease, carved deep into my heart. I'd often craved a man who could truly satisfy my body.Did all of this prove I was a slut? Was I truly beyond hope, deserving of nothing but humiliation?Seeing the

Chapter 5

It was a shame there was no outdoor footage of Axel assaulting me. Otherwise, I'd make sure they both paid for their crimes.The next day, after class, Axel actually came all the way from the neighboring university. He sidled up to me with that lecherous look on his face. "Naomi, that night—you were aching for me, weren't you? Now that you're single, how about I help you take care of things?"He even reached out to touch me.I slapped his hand away in disgust and said sharply, "Professor Keating, you'd better watch yourself. Don't forget, you're a professor."But Axel kept up his smug, careless attitude. Still grabbing at me. "Quit pretending. You're single now. You must be lonely and desperate. Let me help you with that problem."He reached for me again.I stepped back, crossed my arms over my chest, and glared at him. "Do that one more time, and I'll scream.""Go ahead and scream. Scream all you want. No one's coming to save you."The words made me sick. How could a professor

Chapter 6

My boyfriend had said "I love you" more times than I could count.He'd even said we'd get married as soon as I graduated.I didn't know when my finger had scrolled to the very top of the comments section.There was a comment there, posted three hours ago.[The girl herself shows up. And here I thought only I knew about her.]Someone replied: [Spill the tea?]The commenter answered: [I know her boyfriend. Same lab. Word is they're crazy about each other—PDA all day long. Tsk. Wonder if he knows about this.]I stared at that comment for a long time.He knew. How could he not know?He didn't just know. He'd filmed it.Rage burned through me, but at least now I had the video as proof in my hands.I dialed 911. The dispatcher's voice was calm. She asked what I needed.I said I wanted to report a crime.After a short, clear explanation, I hung up.I sat on the couch and waited.While I waited, I kept wondering whether I should text my boyfriend. Ask if his experiment was done.

Chapter 7

Following the familiar path, I made my way to the lecture hall. The ten-minute walk felt like half a century.Every face I passed stared at me with curiosity. I could almost hear the whispers—I was sure they were talking about me.Soon I reached the classroom. My classmates looked at me and laughed.I glared back at them with disgust.Then my advisor arrived. She addressed the class in a stern voice. "Naomi is a victim here. If you mock a victim, you might as well be encouraging the perpetrator. That kind of behavior seriously violates the student code. If anyone mocks her again, I'll fail you."Her words shut them up instantly.I watched with relief, as if I were witnessing my own rebirth.Soon enough, my classmates stopped ridiculing me. Gradually, they began to understand and accept me.Seeing all these changes filled me with quiet joy.A few days later, the police delivered news."Based on our investigation, Axel Keating has committed numerous crimes. We've gathered subst

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP

DMCA.com Protection Status