Chapter 3

For the next several days, I continued playing the heartbroken Liam Evans on the chat app, occasionally exchanging messages with Mia Lowell but never agreeing to break up.

Mia grew impatient, her words becoming bolder and more direct. "Hey there, wanna meet up?"

"I'm very obedient. I'm up for anything."

"Don't worry, I'll keep it completely secret. Your girlfriend will never know. I'll be your good little secret lover."

Meanwhile, she also probed me for information about my recent relationship with Liam.

I pretended to be deeply despondent, "confiding" in her. "I don't know what's wrong with Liam lately. He's been acting so strange."

"He seems upset about something, but he won't tell me why. He's been avoiding me too. We barely exchange a few words all day."

"He won't even let me near his phone. He's always typing away mysteriously, like he's chatting with someone else."

I suddenly had an idea and grabbed Mia's hand. "Didn't you say you were going to test him? Did you find anything wrong?"

I studied her face carefully. A flicker of panic crossed Mia's eyes, mixed with a hint of smugness.

She laughed, covering her mouth to hide her expression. "No, not at all. Liam was perfectly behaved. You shouldn't suspect him without reason. Maybe he's just stressed about something else. Give him some space."

That evening, Mia immediately escalated her efforts. She sent several extremely explicit, nearly nude photos, accompanied by boldly provocative messages.

Fighting back disgust, I saved all the chat logs and images. I replied to her.

"We've been talking for a while now. You need to show me you're serious. How else can I believe you really like me?"

Seeing an opportunity, Mia immediately asked what she could do to prove her sincerity.

I narrowed my eyes and licked my lips. "To be honest, I like girls who are wild. That makes things more exciting."

"But my girlfriend looks so innocent, yet she's secretly so promiscuous. I find that dirty."

"You understand, right? I want a girl who's only slutty for me. Someone who's up for anything."

Mia declared she was exactly that person, with very high limits, and assured me she was clean with no questionable past.

Given that, I gave her the first task through the chat. "You little slut. Are you that desperate for a man?"

"Fine. Give me your address. I'll send you something. You'll do exactly as I say."

"If you can manage it, I'll agree to meet you."

I sent Mia an upgraded vibrator. High-intensity, oversized, guaranteed maximum pleasure.

She sent me a photo as soon as she received it, teasing me for looking so proper while secretly being into such things.

I instructed her. "Take this to the office tomorrow. Insert it. Then send me a picture."

The next day, I arrived at the office and ran into Mia.

She walked with an awkward gait, biting her lip hard, her face flushed.

I "helpfully" stepped forward and gave her backside a firm pat, asking if she was feeling unwell.

Mia shuddered, a moan escaping her lips, drawing glances from nearby colleagues.

She quickly grabbed my hand, claiming she’d thrown out her back yesterday and telling me not to touch her.

I asked with feigned concern. "The big meeting is today. All the senior management will be there. You have to present the project. Will you be okay?"

Mia nodded vigorously, gritting her teeth against the discomfort. She said goodbye, claiming she needed to prepare.

Soon, my phone buzzed. Mia had sent another extremely explicit, blood-boiling photo with a caption.

"I've been a good girl, Master. I followed your instructions perfectly."

I smirked, fingering the remote control in my pocket.

I wondered if Mia would still be this obedient when she was on stage presenting, once I turned that remote to its highest setting.