12/05/2025
Tittle: Betrayed
Narrator's POV β¨
He came into my room and touched my breasts, while fully clothed.
I was in my fourth year, a passionate advocate for virginity, fervently warning my roommates against promiscuous practices, and a vibrant worker on campus. Yet, I had one undeniable weakness: Kwame.
He was the only guy I had truly liked since entering university. Unlike other guys, he respected me, and I felt genuinely comfortable around him. In fact, I affectionately nicknamed him "my brother," hoping that would keep our relationship plain and simple. He was the top student in our class, and I treasured the bond we shared. In the second semester of my third year, he began to express his feelings towards me, but I hesitated to consent to his advances.
My roommates knew him as a platonic friend, although two of them frequently teased me about starting a relationship with him.
"This your spiricoco thing, ehnn, it's blinding your eyes o! Iβve never seen this guy with any girl on campus," they would say. "The guy loves you for real; you should start something serious so he can become your husband!"
That fateful day, I was alone in the room while my roommates had gone for lectures. Kwame was a regular visitor, always coming over when my roommates were around because he respected my boundaries.
However, on this day, he entered when no one else was there. I initially thought it was my roommates, and because I hadnβt locked the door, he slipped in without knocking and, shockingly, groped my breast. Honestly, I donβt know why I didnβt react immediately, and that was precisely when all four of my roommates walked in.
As I turned around, ready to slap him, they erupted into laughter.
"Hahahaha, our sister, our sister!" one of them began.
"The most spiricoco with a touch of hypo..." another chimed in, high-fiving her friend while laughing heartily.
"Oh, you mean hypocrisy?" the other two continued, their laughter ringing in the air.
T.B.C
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