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【Bedtime poison】Versatile lover

She fell out of love again, she heard that her boyfriend had been snatched by a beautiful woman, and she hated this third party who intervened in their love, but she had nothing but to cry in front of me.

The woman in front of me who was crying in my arms, she was my ex-girlfriend, she was born delicate and cute, she was the dream love object of many men, and she used to be my favorite woman.

I comforted her and scolded bitterly, cursing for her that the woman who robbed her boyfriend would never give birth to a doll, while secretly happy, lamenting that her recent makeup skills have probably improved a lot, I used to be a couple with her for four years, I know everything about her, but she can't recognize me dressed as a woman.

She looked at me with watery eyes and asked me if she wasn't as pretty as she used to be.

I denied her stupid idea, in fact, no matter how she dressed, she was not as good-looking as me, I was born to be a beauty, men are skin-oriented animals, they are not interested in appreciating how much depth you have inside, they only care about your beautiful face, everyone will feel that they have a long face.

She wants to get back together and be my girlfriend again, I naturally smiled and rejected her, since I broke up with her, I just feel that ordinary women really can't stand me, I can't accept a woman who is not as good-looking as me as my object, like me as delicate and beautiful people, I should be pampered and loved, not like before to try to please a willful and delicate woman.

I once loved the woman in my arms, she cheated many times and I forgave her, she gave me countless green hats and I accepted them all without saying a word, I also felt that I loved her so much, and then I found out that cheating turned out to be very exciting, and cheating on each other behind my back turned out to be an addictive thing.

I was born too much like my mother, my mother used to be a beautiful woman when she was young, and my father was just attracted to her because of her appearance.

I began to study makeup, one of the four great evils in the world, wearing wigs, learning to wear high heels, and learning to be a delicate beauty.

Naturally, I succeeded, I took the object of her cheating as the object of my practice, and I enjoyed the pleasure of being pampered from above, beauty is not exclusive to women, but it is definitely an innate sin.

Being pampered is not exclusive to women, but it is definitely exclusive to beauties.

I like to watch people get jealous of me, I like to smmy those stupid men and I don't want to sleep with anyone.

The men of the world are also vulgar, and they have no one like me.

The man who can stand side by side with me, I'm afraid he hasn't been born yet, so I can only flirt with myself.

I am a great beauty in the mirror, and my smile is enough to imprint into my heart. I didn't like to look in the mirror before, and I never knew that there was a beautiful face like me in the world.

I stood in front of the standing mirror and caressed my face, slowly unbuttoning my long blue skirt, and touching my fingertips to my Adam's apple, lips, and deeper areas below my neck.

I am such a beautiful person, I can't be touched, but I especially like to see my brothers in the world turn against me, and kill my dear brother ruthlessly in pursuit of a beautiful lover who can't be loved.

My beauty is an innate sin, and it is a treasure given to me by God.

Many times I think that my ex-girlfriend is actually a very poor little animal, because all her boyfriends can't resist my temptation, even I am now obsessed with myself, I want to go out of my body and embrace myself in my arms, and I want to take possession of my body like crazy.

That must be a wonderful thing.

So I had a great plan, I decided to pretend to get back together with my ex-girlfriend, pretend to love her deeply, and indulge her willfully like before, and finally she started cheating again.

She decided that I loved her very much, and I would never leave her no matter how many times I was green.

It's true that I won't leave her easily, but it's not because of love, it's just that I want to challenge the limits of my charm.

I believe that all men will bow under my suit pants, and this kind of cheating has become something that I am extremely excited about.

Everything is going as expected, but I am not satisfied with this, I think they can't just covet my beauty, I am obviously such a good person, so I have thought of many ways, and even used many last resorts to make myself the unattainable perfection in the hearts of those men.

I started playing all kinds of people, tailoring their own for those men, becoming the lover of their dreams.

I habitually abandon them when they love me dearly, and let them all try their desperate pain.

Happiness is what I give to them, and naturally I have to take it back with my own hands.

I think modern people have a common problem, they are very ordinary, but they long for their lovers to be very good.

They usually have a bit of a mental illness and often feel good about themselves.

I started studying psychology because I knew that I couldn't make those men fall in love with me without putting in a little effort.

I think it's a very interesting thing to unravel people's inner worlds, to uncover their disguises, and everyone is mediocre.

I had to know better, better understand what they were craving, so that I could give them the fatal blow.

I don't like bloody violence, but I love watching a person go from hope to disappointment and despair.

A perfect lover like me is literally killing them.

Occasionally, there are times when I encounter problems.,My girlfriend recently cheated again.,The object of the cheating is actually a junior high school teacher.,On the surface, the polite quality is actually a married person who has enlarged the belly of a lot of underage girls.。

This kind of man, I really don't care about dealing with him, let alone seducing him.

So I had to treat this kind of person as a new challenge, and there were no scumbags I hadn't seen.

It's just a problem to make this kind of uninformed love fall in love with me, just want to be dashing and chic.

I chose the roundabout tactic, or the most classic "innocent white rabbit", I couldn't let him be wary of me, and I wanted to see how dark this man's heart was.

I know that he used to be a class teacher at a certain college, and he molested a high school girl during his school years, and finally the female student wrote a letter to report him, but because of insufficient evidence, he led himself to the forefront of public opinion.

I know that girl, she used to be a friend of mine, and many people have seen the live broadcast about suicide, but then she was banned because of the bloody scene, and everyone hung up high, and everyone just watched it as fun after dinner.

I decided to play a dangerous game with this old man, and it would be dishonorable to win, but the one who lost would die.

I'm used to prying my girlfriend's corner, she especially enjoys the thrill of love, and the passion of different men is something I can't give her.

In her mind, I was a garbage recycling site, and she would only think of me when she fell out of love.

I may not have been able to understand her before, why I love her so much, she still cheats.

It's different now, because I think it's really interesting to go out and get my girlfriend out in person, if she doesn't know who the green person is.

Naturally, she couldn't have known, and I wouldn't have let her know.

I know her so well that it's easy to disguise a face she likes.

So I dressed myself up as an underage student girl, which really looked a little bit like that.

The old man asked me to go to his house on the pretext of tutoring, and I was prepared to go.

I'm going to start a live stream of a video of "how a college teacher was tortured to death", and I believe that such a video will definitely go viral once it is posted on the Internet.

Bored people will doxing the protagonist of this video, and once they find out that the protagonist in the video is the teacher who molested a college girl and made her commit suicide and the law cannot punish her, there will be a bloody storm of public opinion on the Internet.

That's what I want to see, and that's part of the fun.

I am a man, I know very well what men desire, what they need, in the face of opponents who are stronger than themselves, I can also use some last resort, or poison or drug anything, I just need to achieve my goal, the result is what I want.

Generally speaking, I can't buy drugs on the market, but I debug them myself, I have been fond of these since I was a child, and the professors in the classroom will not teach me these, but I can study them slowly, and I have been studying drugs for longer than ordinary people, but I am good at hiding all this.

It is necessary for me to disguise myself as an ordinary person, and an ordinary person will never be noticed, which is naturally a wonderful use for me.

I'm in the dark, he's in the light, even if his tricks are more mature than mine, but he's still too light on me.

I am not a weak woman, I am a man younger and stronger than him, but I am slender and elegant, and he is naturally ignored by me.

I turned on the computer and broadcast a very fun game to netizens, and this game will only have one ending, that is, he will die.

As for the state of death, this is the most touching part of the game.

I put on the mask of a faceless man, telling about the life of this teacher, there are not a few girls and boys who have been molested by him, but he can always escape the punishment of the law by luck, the so-called social public opinion is actually just a hot spot in a period of time, how can a needle not poke the flesh of the party, how can it cry out in pain.

He finally woke up, his eyes wide open, and he looked at me in disbelief.

I know what he is afraid of, sure enough, such a person will also be afraid, he killed so many innocent boys and girls, is he not afraid that those unjust spirits will come to find his life, maybe he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods at all.

But I am the devil, I am the main god in this game, and he can do nothing but wait quietly for death.

(To be continued)

-- The dividing line of all evils --

Suddenly, the academy rushed in and stood in two rows, and the nervous appearance made the two of them stop moving, and suddenly guessed seven or eight points: "Art students, here?"

Before the words fell, those with sketchpads on their backs, those holding musical instruments, and those carrying sports equipment walked by the gate one by one, looking confused and depressed, and finally three people walked in.

They are representatives of art students, but they are ordinary or even inconspicuous, but they can tell who is who just by their clothing characteristics.

The soot on his hands is in the flesh, the paint is stuck in the depths of the nails and it is difficult to wash off, and the hair is sparse, he is an art student.

The hands that are similar to those of art students, but they are calloused by the grinding of musical instruments, and the bodies are beautiful but obviously out of shape at the joints are music and dance students.

Dark-skinned, athletic, agile movements, but scarred, with blisters or even blood blisters on both palms and feet, is a sports student.

The three of them were in a complicated mood, angry, sad, helpless, and eager to strangle the art in front of them.

Art Sheng was hung like a dead dog, even so, he was still conscious, and he could feel the anger of everyone, but he had never bowed his head to the students, and at this time, he changed his innocent appearance in the face of the academy, and there was arrogance in his eyes, because he had never looked at the art students in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Gome had a headache for a while, and stepped forward to kiss the back of the art student's hand: .... I'm sorry. ”

The art student waved his hand, turned around and beckoned his best friend to rest, before returning, he didn't want to bother his best friend too much, although he was the one who suffered the most, but his best friend was not much less affected than him.

The art student came back after taking care of it, he changed his clothes, tidied up his hair, and came back refreshing, and it seemed that he was in a lot better.

Art was stunned, and the major colleges looked at the art students, no matter who they were, they couldn't help but blush.

After all, art students are their masters, and no matter who they are, they are all happy with art students.

Art students are young and energetic young people, but they are haggard due to the torture of the art exam, wash off their lead dust, and change into their own clothes, which are more brilliant and fashionable than ordinary people, and they are naturally handsome.

(End of chapter)