Last night’s call log kept playing in my head as my hands shook a bit while I punched in the numbers on her phone. Who could it be? What would I do if I found out? Anxiety warred with a strange, unsettling excitent.
To my shock, the log was empty. Not just the calls, but all ssages and photos were gone. Lily had wiped everything clean.
What now? Figuring out who this mysterious "ex-boyfriend" was had just gotten a whole lot harder, not to ntion trying to save Lily from whatever this guy was doing to her.
Why would Lily go out of her way to delete everything? She couldn’t have known I’d witnessed last night. Was she just being cautious? Or was it because being on the phone during... that... was too much to bear?
I couldn’t wrap my head around it, but I was determined to get to the bottom of this and stay with Lily no matter what. Even though I couldn’t see the call logs or get info from the phone company, I had to narrow it down sohow.
If Logan could easily dial that number last night, he probably hadn’t morized it. It had to be saved on her phone. That ant Lily only deleted the call logs, not the number itself.
Lily’s stunning looks and sweet, cheerful personality made her pretty popular at Celestial University. Even if you ignored the creeps, she had a big circle. Lily was usually pretty reserved and only kept close contacts in her phone, but there were still almost two hundred nas.
Who could that ex-boyfriend be? Could it be her advisor, the sixty-sothing Dr. Martin?
I grabbed a pen from the desk and started jotting down nas on a scrap of paper. I crossed off all the won, public phones, East Asians, and non-native English-speaking international students. I could guess the nationality and gender of these nas pretty well.
That left about thirty nas. I had a good idea about most of these thirty. The guy’s accent last night was super clear, so I ruled out those with strong accents like African Aricans and Latinos, leaving about twenty nas.
I could hear the shower still running, so Lily wasn’t done yet. I put her phone aside, pulled out my own phone from my pocket, and opened Celestial University’s hopage to look up the nas I didn’t recognize. As I thought, most of these nas were connected to the school.
Plus, the area codes of the phone numbers gave away the geographical location of the owners. If the owner had a thing with Lily and Logan had the chance to snap secret photos, the distance from Erald City wouldn’t be more than a day’s drive.
This cut down a few more nas, including those not linked to Celestial University.
From the voice on the call yesterday, I could tell the guy was steady and mature.
If I ruled out the younger folks, I was left with eight nas of middle-aged Arican n.
Four of them were male teachers in Lily’s departnt, aged between forty and sixty. Another was her departnt head, a hunchbacked, bald guy pushing seventy. Then there was the head of the international student managent center at Celestial University, a slightly chubby guy who was always smiling.
Another was Jack’s forr advisor, also the head of my departnt, around fifty, dium build, with a ruddy complexion. Lastly, there was Lily’s landlord, a tall middle-aged man with graying hair whom I had t a few tis.
Staring at the list, I felt a wave of sadness. Could it be one of these guys? They should all have wives and kids by now, so even had daughters or granddaughters Lily’s age. Among them, there was a scumbag hiding behind a respectable facade, possibly using his power to bully a helpless female international student, taking advantage of Lily’s youth and beauty. What should I do next? I was at a loss.
Suddenly, Lily’s phone buzzed with a new text ssage! Could it be from that ex-boyfriend? My heart sank. I wanted to uncover this person’s identity but was scared to face the painful truth.
The shower stopped. Lily would be back any minute. I couldn’t hesitate anymore. I opened the text ssage on Lily’s phone, but to my slight disappointnt, it was just a ssage from Logan, written in awkward grammar: "The night with you is so unforgettable. You are the object of my affection. After this month, I want to be with you forever, forgetting all your past." But then, I was shocked! Attached to the ssage was a photo of a naked man and woman in a passionate embrace, and the naked girl with the fair body was my girlfriend, Lily! The man, however, was not Logan but a white guy with thick, light-colored body hair! Could this be one of the photos Logan used to threaten Lily? Was the white guy in the picture her ex-boyfriend? Was Logan telling Lily to forget such a past? That bastard Logan, after spending the night with Lily, still wasn’t satisfied and now sent a photo to remind Lily of their one-month agreent, and he even wanted to be with her forever.
I stared at the photo, examining every detail. It was taken from a side angle, showing a large double bed. On the white sheets was Lily’s fair body. She was naked, crawling on the bed like a dog, supporting her body with her forearms and knees, her fair, tender buttocks seductively raised, facing the cara. At the sa ti, Lily’s tear-streaked face was turned back, looking in the sa direction with a dazed expression.
The picture was crystal clear. I could see Lily’s snow-white, full breasts hanging down half-pressed against the bed. Her long legs were kneeling on the bed, spread at a particular angle. Her tender labia, like small petals, had turned red, showing the prolonged tornt by the man in the picture.
Between her widely spread petals, a large white penis was inserted, with half of it buried in Lily’s glistening wet opening. The base of the white penis was covered with dense, light-yellow hair, and it was accompanied by two egg-sized, pinkish-white testicles. The once seemingly strong but now sowhat withered legs were also covered with hair, standing on the bed, straddling Lily’s raised, plump buttocks.
In the picture, the white, thick liquid was flowing out of Lily’s cunt, indicating that at this mont, the white man was ejaculating deep inside Lily’s hot, wet vagina after a long, satisfying session of thrusting.
The scene in the picture was so clear and lewd that I could almost see it play out—a young, innocent international student, far from ho, sacrificing her young body for her education and survival.
Naked, kneeling on the bed of so filthy, old, white professor, taking the abuse of this stranger’s thick, hot cock in her tender, inexperienced pussy.
The professor’s battle-hardened, large cock rcilessly squeezed into the girl’s narrow vagina again and again, and finally, without any contraception, the hot cock ejaculated streams of sen deep inside the girl’s vagina.
However, the girl in the picture was my own Lily. Thinking about all this, my heart felt like it was being scorched by flas.
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