It was obvious that Jeffrey had lied to Celine.
Normally, there shouldn't be any discharge from that area unless something is wrong, which made it clear that Celine had likely contracted some kind of infection.
I felt secretly happy at the knowledge.
I made sure to inject a hint of envy into my voice when I asked, "Is that why Jeffrey likes you more?"
At the same time, I used an alternate number to send pictures of many different toys to Jeffrey, asking, "Do you need any toys, handsome? We have a free delivery promotion going on right now."
Celine had developed a habit of stealing my things ever since we were children. She was immediately on guard when she heard the interest in my voice, saying, "Of course. But I don't think that you have the same type of body as mine, Cindy.
"Besides, Jeffrey has already had a taste of me, so he definitely won't be interested in you. You should just give up on catching his attention."
I lowered my head, a crestfallen expression settling on my face.
Meanwhile, Jeffrey replied to my message, expressing his interest in the toys.
I swiftly recommended a few toys that were more intense, hastily placing an order in the actual store after Jeffrey selected the ones he wanted and wired the money to me.
Celine's phone vibrated right after I was done replying to Jeffrey. A deep blush spread across her face after she glanced at the screen. She quickly stood, grabbed her bag, and headed outside, saying, "I need to head out for a while, Cindy. Don't forget to keep this a secret from Mom."
…
Celine didn't return that night. When she came home the next day, she couldn't even walk straight.
Jeffrey continued to order more toys from me in the following days.
The toys that he chose became increasingly perverted. At the same time, Celine's gait became increasingly unusual.
I knew that if this situation continued, Celine's body wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.
I just didn't expect that day to arrive so soon.
One Saturday, Celine grabbed my hand and whispered, "I think I tore something down there, Cindy."
I forced myself to stay calm as I asked, "Where?"
"There," she repeated as she took off her pants. "Can you take a look for me? It was bleeding a lot just now. It hurts so much."
Suppressing my disgust, I glanced at Celine's entrance. As expected, it didn't look normal anymore.
"Should I go to the hospital and get it checked out, Cindy? Something leaks from there every time I sneeze these days."
I nearly threw up upon hearing her words.
"The hospital?" I asked, frowning. "Do you want Mom to find out that you've been using that entrance to sleep with Jeffrey?"
Mom was especially strict when it came to controlling our private lives. In fact, she was already starting to feel suspicious about Celine's frequent absences in recent days.
"What should I do then?" Celine asked.
I rubbed my hands together and answered, "It doesn't look that serious. We should just drop by the clinic and buy some ointment. That should do the trick."
In the end, Celine was too embarrassed to even visit the clinic. She ultimately bought some ointment online and applied it to that place.
She began sleeping with Jeffrey every night again once that entrance healed up, but it was obvious that the muscles in that area had loosened. A faint, unpleasant stench also always lingered around her.
…
Soon, the day arrived.
Mom had found a suitable wealthy heir. She began nagging at Celine to go on a blind date with him the moment she stepped through the door.
"Mr. Tate is the type of excellent man who only appears once in a blue moon!" she exclaimed, "He has a net worth of hundreds of millions of dollars, and he studied abroad. Also, he has a spotless private life."
She patted Celine's thigh, her smile wide, and continued, "Most importantly, Mr. Tate doesn't have any requirements for his future partner. His only condition is that she must be pure. Your life is about to change for the better, Celine."
However, Celine's tone remained indifferent in the face of Mom's excitement. "I don't want to meet him, Mom," she said.
Both Mom and I were stunned by her response.
I hadn't expected her to reject Mom's suggestion so swiftly in this life.
"Why? Getting married is like getting a second chance at life, Celine. You were always griping about how I didn't give you any good opportunities in the past. Well, I've found a perfect candidate for your husband now."
Celine spread her arms apart and simply answered, "I already have a boyfriend."
"You can just break up with him," Mom retorted, frowning. "Don't tell me that you disobeyed my orders and slept with him, Celine?"
The color drained from Celine's face. "Of course not, Mom. I'm just not interested in getting married right now. Why don't you set him up with Cindy instead?"
Mom shot a look of disdain at me. "Do you really believe that she deserves him?"
