I Slept with My Boyfriend's Good Friend Consensually

After my boyfriend cheated on me, I slept with his good friend.

His good friend was nicknamed Wolfish Charm.

In a private hot spring, I wore a yukata and sat close to him.

Wolfish Charm's captivating peach blossom-like eyes gazed intently at me, as though he yearned to consume me whole.

I urged, "Hurry up."

I was not here to flirt with him.

He chuckled lightly, "Nina, are you in a hurry?"

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I had been with Casey for seven years, and we planned to get married next month. I had complete trust in him, to the extent that I never once felt the need to pry into his phone or inquire about his

But what I got in return for my trust was that he cheated on me with my best friend, Shelly Soame.

It was presumed that our wedding was imminent, and Shelly, unable to remain seated calmly, made subtle gestures, deliberately dropping hints for me to delve into.

Only then did I realize that they had been cheating on me for a year behind my back.

I felt very ridiculous.

Now when I thought back to the meaningful look in Shelly's eyes when a group of people went out to play, it was clearly the look of a fool.

I always thought that Casey was a person with self-control, but now it seems that he didn't have that much energy.

I felt extremely disgusted when I saw the scene of them entangled in the dash cam.

Even so, I didn't expose Casey. I didn't want to help those two bastards together.

If Shelly found pleasure in being a third wheel, then I should grant her all the opportunities she desires for that role.

When I got home at night, I bought a few bottles of wine on the way. When I was tipsy, a thought suddenly came to my mind.

Breaking up with Casey would be too easy a way out. If he could cheat on me, then why couldn't I do the same to him in return?

If he cheated on my best friend, then I would sleep with his best friend, too.

Let's see who could disgust the other more.

The first thing that came to mind was John Chaucer, who was nicknamed Wolfish Charm.

John was Casey's junior, and they met through playing basketball.

Every time we gathered; John didn't talk much.

This person should be tight-lipped.

Furthermore, it seemed as if he was the only one with whom I wouldn't feel I was compromising or losing out?by being intimate.

Alcohol emboldened the cowardly, so I opened WhatsApp and asked him if he had slept.

John didn't reply to me.

"Was my hint not clear enough?" I thought.

I asked him again if he wanted to go out for a drink, but he didn't reply.

No matter what message I sent, John didn't reply.

I calmed down a bit and prepared to send one last message. If John still didn't reply, then I would give up.

I would think of another way to get revenge on Casey, that bastard.

"I want to invite you to go to the hot springs on Saturday, will you come? If not, then forget it."

John replied instantly with the word: [Address.]

"Haha. Men." I thought.

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Casey invited me to hang out over the weekend, but I declined with the excuse of working overtime, only to put on a full face?of ...