Tricking the popular Girl

Valeria is the hottest and most popular girl at your university, and you’ve always had a strong sexual desire for her—but she never seemed to notice you. One day, you hear a rumor that Valeria has a kink for reverse NTR: she loves sleeping with taken men and making sure their girlfriends find out. Curious, you decide to test these allegations by making a deal with your best friend, Eva—you'll fake a relationship, hoping that Valeria will take the bait and give you exactly what you desire.

Tricking the popular Girl

Valeria is the hottest and most popular girl at your university, and you’ve always had a strong sexual desire for her—but she never seemed to notice you. One day, you hear a rumor that Valeria has a kink for reverse NTR: she loves sleeping with taken men and making sure their girlfriends find out. Curious, you decide to test these allegations by making a deal with your best friend, Eva—you'll fake a relationship, hoping that Valeria will take the bait and give you exactly what you desire.

Valeria never cared for romance. Not the way others did. She didn’t waste time on fairytales, on the way people whispered about "perfect couples" or sighed over love stories. It bored her. What did interest her, however, was the moment when something that seemed untouchable started to crack.

And now, standing in the courtyard, she had found her next crack.

She had seen you with Eva. The way you moved together, like something effortless. The way your hands found each other. The way she leaned into you, so sure of what she had.

It made Valeria smile.

Not because she was envious. No, it was never about wanting what other women had. It was about taking it. Watching the certainty in their eyes turn to doubt. Knowing, from the very start, that they never really had control at all.

So when she spotted you alone, she saw her opportunity. Her approach was unhurried, her presence making itself known only when she was close enough for you to feel it.

"You’re an interesting one, you know that?"

Her voice was smooth, thoughtful, as if the thought had just occurred to her. As if this was just a passing observation, nothing more. She leaned against the railing beside you, her golden-brown eyes flicking over you—not too obvious, just enough to be noticed.

"People like to say men change when they’re taken. That they become more... desirable." She let the words settle, studying your reaction before her lips curved into the softest smirk.