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CHAPTER 1: BLAME IT ON A DAMN DREAM

"This is my thesis manuscript, Sir. Everything has been revised," I said, my voice trembling with a quiver I could hardly hide.I stood near Mr. Jefri, bowing my head. My fingers were clutched together behind my back. Cold sweat crawled over my skin, even though the blast from the air conditioner felt bone-chilling.The atmosphere in Mr. Jefri’s office that afternoon was suffocating. It was only natural, considering this was the fifth time I had submitted revisions that ended in rejection. Every time that thesis was returned, it was covered in red marks—scars of my seemingly endless failure.It didn't feel like a mere revision anymore; it felt like an interminable torture. I wasn't wrong to dub him the 'cruel professor.' I felt as though he held a personal grudge against me, constantly looking for any flaw to hinder my graduation.Sure enough, today was no different. I glanced at Mr. Jefri, who merely flipped through the pages without actually reading them. My face darkened with resen

CHAPTER 2: A DAY IN DISARRAY

I glanced toward the corner of the bathroom. A mountain of laundry lay there, neglected and forgotten. Perhaps the suffocating pressure had finally pushed the simple task of washing clothes out of my mind. My apartment was a complete disaster now, looking like a shipwreck."Ugh... What am I supposed to wear?"I slumped onto the floor in utter despair. The only pair of pants I owned were the shorts I was currently wearing."Should I just cancel the session? But... what if I fail again?"I ruffled my hair, the frustration boiling over. "Aargghh... I can't let that happen. Papa will literally kill me if I don't graduate this year."Suddenly, a spark of an idea hit me. I scrambled up and rifled through what was left in my wardrobe. My eyes lit up when I found a cropped faux-leather jacket that reached just above my navel. I threw it on and quickly tied a flannel shirt around my waist. At the very least, it provided some cover for my thighs.After all, I had no intention of becoming a targ

CHAPTER 3: A BEGUILING REMEDY

The call was abruptly cut off from his end. I stood there, reeling from the weight of his final ultimatum."What? Married off? Mr. Darman certainly knows how to keep things surprising!"That was my father’s name, Darman Dwi Atmaja. A titan in the culinary industry, and I was his sole heir. Yet, I harbored not a shred of interest in his business empire—a fact that never failed to ignite his fury.I let out a heavy sigh and dragged my feet forward, my spirit flagging. People around me began to stare and whisper. I couldn’t tell what they were gossiping about; was it the tears staining my face, or my disheveled appearance that made me look like a misplaced sumo wrestler?Choosing my usual mask of indifference, I hurried to the parking lot and hopped onto my favorite electric scooter, weaving through traffic toward Sadewa Mall.Upon arriving at the shopping center, I stood before the cafe and dialed Dita."Hello, Dit. Where are you? I’m standing right in front of the cafe.""Hello? I’ve b

CHAPTER 4: A MAKESHIFT SHOWER IN THE MALL

"Dita!" I shrieked. "Have you lost your mind?" My eyes bulged as I shoved the plate of croissants toward her. "You were just jealous because I had a dream like that about Mr. Jefri. Now, why on earth are you suggesting I actually do it for real?"Dita scratched her head, looking just as frustrated as I felt. "Well... the problem is, you’re struggling so much just to submit a thesis. Compare that to when you write fiction; you can churn out thousands of words in a single day." Her face was taut, her eyes wide with urgency.I pulled both my feet up onto the chair, sitting cross-legged. "Of course that’s different." I stirred my iced coffee with a sullen expression. "I’ve never liked the business world, but Papa keeps forcing it on me. That’s why my mind just blocks up."Dita crossed her arms over her chest. She gave me a cynical look—the same kind of look I often received from my parents. "I truly wonder how your brain works, Er." She took a deep breath, as if bracing herself to deliver

CHAPTER 5: THE WEIGHT OF A FATHER’S WILL

My body froze as Dita stopped in front of a stunning building with glass doors. A small voice inside me whispered, 'A salon? In all my life, I’ve never set foot in a place like this.'Dita kept beaming, peering inside before turning back to me. "Why are you just standing there like a statue? Get inside!"She grabbed my hand again and pulled me through the glass doors. The scent of aromatherapy and fine feminine perfumes immediately ambushed my senses as we stepped in.A therapist approached us. "Welcome... what treatment would you like today?"Dita gave me a gentle shove. "Please, make her look breathtaking."My body turned rigid, and I spun around instinctively. "Dita, what exactly are you planning to do to me?""I want to make you look like a different person today.""For what purpose?""To captivate Mr. Jefri, obviously," she replied nonchalantly. She forced me around and pushed me toward the therapist as if surrendering me to her care.But my body resisted. I turned back and scurr

CHAPTER 6: THE UNSEEN WITNESS

I kept my head bowed, my lips sealed as if frozen, unable to find the words to respond to him. Tears escaped my eyes despite every desperate effort to hold them back. Fortunately, the area wasn't crowded, so my humiliation felt somewhat contained.I was swallowed by guilt. I realized then that Papa’s intentions were pure; he only wanted to protect everything that would one day be mine."Please forgive me, Pa." I lifted my gaze, biting my lip to stifle a sob. "I promise I will finish this thesis soon."Papa stepped toward me and pulled me into a tight embrace. I could feel the depth of his affection in the gentle stroke of his hand against my hair."Erika... I love you very much. I don't want them to push you aside just because they deem you incompetent."I wept in his arms, my heart fracturing with regret. At that time, my mind simply couldn't be forced to master a field I didn't love. Since the early semesters, I had rarely taken my classes seriously. That was why, now, I found mysel

CHAPTER 7: A PLEASURABLE SHOT

"Heavens! Did Mr. Jefri see me back there?"I hurried toward the living room, my breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. I sat down immediately, pressing my legs tightly together in a desperate attempt to quell the throbbing heat blooming within me."What is this feeling? Why am I—""Erika?" Mr. Jefri’s voice cut through my thoughts. He appeared suddenly, walking toward me with a measured stride.He had changed into maroon silk sleepwear. The top buttons were left undone, revealing the firm, sculpted lines of his chest. The silk draped elegantly, tracing the contours of his athletic frame."Sir..." I nodded, forcing a smile while struggling to mask the persistent tremors of my nerves.My fingers twisted together, while the damp, pulsing sensation below refused to subside. What was happening to me? I had never felt anything like this before. Why did the mere sight of his silhouette beneath that silk make my heart race so violently? It felt as though... I was aching for a touch to reach

CHAPTER 8: THE TASTE OF THE FORBIDDEN

"I’m having a bout of diarrhea, Sir!" I blurted out, a desperate attempt to deflect his suspicion. "Please forgive my tardiness. My... my stomach was in absolute knots," I added, weaving a frantic excuse.Mr. Jefri nodded, maintaining a polite distance. "In that case, please wait in the living room. I’ll prepare an oral rehydration solution so you don't grow any weaker."I gave a frantic nod and practically scurried to the living room. My breath was short, and sweat poured off me despite the cool, conditioned air of the house. It was the sheer weight of my anxiety manifesting physically.Before long, Mr. Jefri returned with a glass of the solution. He set it before me. "Drink up..." he said, reclaiming his seat.I nodded, flashing a nervous, fragile smile. "Thank you, Sir..."My hand trembled as I reached for the glass. How could it not? Mr. Jefri’s gaze was fixed on me, a constant weight that made my skin crawl with unease.I took a small sip and set the glass back on the table, shif

CHAPTER 9: THE COLLAPSE OF THE SCHEME

My body temperature continued to climb, chased by a surging desire that demanded to be quelled. Yet, at the very moment the tension reached its zenith, Mr. Jefri abruptly ceased his actions.I was jolted, my heart hammering against my ribs. We were both breathless, still adrift in the lingering echoes of the passion that had just ignited between us. A sharp pang of disappointment pierced through me; I had begun to lose myself in the intoxication of his touch, only for him to pull away so suddenly.I could find no words to protest. I could only stare at him in a heavy silence, my inner voice pleading, "Please, Sir, don't stop...""It seems you enjoyed that far too much," he said unexpectedly. "In a setting like this, it appears I am the one satisfying you, rather than the other way around."His words struck me like a physical blow. I shifted uncomfortably, a sheepish, uncertain smile flickering across my lips."I-I’m sorry, Sir. Please forgive me..." I stammered.Mr. Jefri gripped my w

CHAPTER 10: THE LOGIC OF LONING

My brow furrowed as I stared at the flash drive resting in my palm. "What is this thing?""Adult videos," Dita replied, her lips curling into a broad, unabashed smile."Dita!" I shrieked, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. "How on earth could you keep something like this?" I shoved the tiny device back toward her with a rough, frantic motion.Dita took it back, her face glowing. She gazed at it with a strange intensity, as if it were a relic of immense value. "Ever since I lost my innocence to Roy, Erika, I’ve become utterly obsessed with experiencing it again," she confessed unexpectedly.Good heavens, Dita? I was floored. In our seven years of friendship, I had never once glimpsed this hidden, shadowed side of her nature.Obsessed? And with Roy, of all people—the man who had circled me, intent on stealing my own honor. As her friend, a bitter taste of disappointment rose in my throat. Why would Dita surrender herself so willingly to a man as depraved as him?Dita slumped back ag

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