THE CLEANER'S TRIPLE BET
"You're already soaked, aren't you?" Jax growled, his fingers teasing under the hem of her tight janitor dress. "Three of us... and you're dripping before we even start."
Shy, curvy Lila only took the late-night cleaning job for the money. She never expected to become the prize in a filthy bet between the three hottest guys in the dorm.
Cocky Jax, intense Miles, and playful Theo made a wager: the first one to make the chubby cleaner come wins.
But when they discover how easily she gets wet and how desperately she's fantasized about being shared by multiple men, the bet turns into something much greedier.
Now every shift ends with Lila bent over in her sexy uniform, soft body worshipped and passed between three hard cocks - moaning, shaking, and living out her dirtiest fantasy.
She knows it's wrong. She knows it's risky.
But why stop when three gorgeous men are competing to ruin her every night?
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Chapter 2
Lila's POV
The hallway was still packed with guys even though it was getting late. I pushed the heavy trash trolley slowly, trying not to make too much noise. My arms already felt sore from earlier, but I kept going.
This part of the job was supposed to be simple - knock on each door, ask the boys to hand over their trash bags, and move on. Easy for most people, maybe. Not for me.
I stopped in front of the first few rooms and knocked softly. "Trash collection," I called out, keeping my voice polite. Some doors opened right away. Others took forever. Every time a guy stepped out, the teasing started again.
"Wow, the fat cleaner's back already?"
"Look at her pushing that thing. Careful, don't break the wheels!"
A couple of them yelled jokes that made my stomach twist. I told myself it was because I was chubby and didn't look like the usual girls around here. They probably thought I was easy to pick on.
I kept my head down, smiled when I had to, and took the bags without saying much. By the time I reached the middle of the hallway, the trolley was already almost full and getting harder to push.
I decided it was better to empty it first before finishing the rest of the rooms. The big trash bin was outside at the back of the dorm, so I turned the trolley around and headed that way.
The wheels squeaked against the floor as I went. My tight uniform kept riding up my thighs with every step, and the cool night air made the wet spots from earlier feel even colder against my skin.
When I finally reached the back area, it was quieter. Just one big metal bin under a dim light. I took a deep breath and tried to lift the first heavy trash bag out of the trolley. My arms shook. No matter how hard I pulled, the bag wouldn't budge high enough. My belly pressed against the trolley, and my thick thighs felt weak under the weight. I was strong in my own way, but this was too much for one person.
Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind me.
"Need a hand?"
Before I could answer, a tall guy stepped up beside me. He had messy dark hair, strong arms covered in tattoos, and a confident way of moving. Without waiting, he grabbed the heavy bag with one smooth motion and tossed it easily into the bin.
The muscles in his arms flexed under the light, and his voice... oh god, his voice was so low and smooth it sent a shiver straight through me.
I couldn't stop staring. My mouth felt dry even though my body was reacting in a completely different way. Heat rushed between my legs. Just from hearing him speak, I was getting wet. I pressed my thighs together without thinking, hoping he wouldn't notice.
He turned to me and waved a hand gently in front of my face, smiling. "Are you okay? I'm Jax. I don't think I've seen you around here before."
I blinked fast, feeling my cheeks burn. "Oh... yeah. I'm new. I'm Lila. The new cleaner."
I reached out to shake his hand. His palm was warm and big, wrapping around mine completely. The simple touch made my pulse jump. When he smiled wider, I felt another rush of wetness in my panties. This was so embarrassing. Why did my body always react like this?
"That means we'll be seeing each other a lot more often," Jax said, his deep voice making the words sound even better. "If you ever have any trouble with the guys or the work, just come find me. My room's on the second floor. You'll see my name on the door."
He started to walk past me toward the dorm entrance, but then he stopped and turned back. His eyes moved slowly over my tight uniform, taking in the way it hugged my round belly and thick curves.
"You look hot in that uniform," he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Then he gave me one last smile and disappeared back inside.
I stood there frozen, heart racing. My face felt like it was on fire. I looked down at myself - the short black dress stretched tight across my soft body, still a little damp from earlier, the white apron clinging to my heavy breasts. Hot? Me?
"Oh shit," I whispered to myself, pressing a hand against my thigh. "Why am I so wet?"
The feeling between my legs was impossible to ignore now. My panties were slick, and every small movement made me more aware of it.
Jax's deep voice kept replaying in my head. The way he lifted that bag so easily. The way he looked at me. No one had ever said I looked hot before - especially not in this ridiculous uniform.
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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
9.0
I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother.
But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction.
When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues.
I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen?
Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs.
The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again.
But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury.
"She's mine."
7.2
The Royal Pack’s glowing moonstone token rested in my palm.
Before I could even process the miracle of my rebirth, my half-sister Alyssa snatched it right out of my hand.
"This destiny is mine, little sister. Enjoy your cursed Alpha," she sneered.
My family easily caved to her whining. They forced me to take her place and marry Alpha Kaelen, a man they called an insane, crippled monster with three feral adopted sons. They laughed, expecting his beast to tear me apart before the honeymoon was over.
Alyssa thought she was stealing my crown. She didn't know she had just stolen my death sentence.
In my previous life, that exact token had made me the Alpha King’s Luna. But I was just a convenient, disposable meat shield for his true human mate. I died agonizingly, choking on poison meant for her, while the King didn't even blink.
I lowered my head, forcing my shoulders to tremble as if holding back terrified sobs. I played the part of the pathetic, wolfless Omega they all believed me to be.
But beneath my fake tears, I felt a profound relief.
I remembered the Kaelen from my past life. He wasn't a monster. He was powerful, agonizingly lonely, and slowly destroyed by a dark magic no one understood.
I wisely accepted the marriage pact and walked right into his freezing manor.
I know exactly who cursed him. And this time, I will save him, protect his boys, and make his entire pack mine.
7.4
Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum.
She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection.
The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her.
Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind.
"I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back."
How could anyone throw their life away for a pathetic, vain clown wearing a mass-produced fifty-dollar watch? To Bridget, those uncollected love letters weren't symbols of teenage heartbreak. They were toxic assets. They were reputation landmines left out in the open that threatened her new family's survival.
Locking away the dead girl's weak emotions, Bridget forced her freezing, exhausted body out of the clinic bed. She set a hard three-month deadline to drag this family out of tier-one poverty. But first, she was marching straight to the volunteer camp to liquidate those liabilities and completely destroy the people who drove this body to death.
7.3
Ciel Miller opened her eyes to the blinding lights of a Manhattan ballroom, realizing she had been reborn on the exact night her life was ruined.
On the stage, the billionaire patriarch of the Chavez family was proudly announcing her engagement to his arrogant grandson, Harry.
In her past life, Ciel had blindly accepted his outstretched hand. That single step plunged her into a suffocating marriage filled with public humiliation and psychological torture, slowly draining her life away until she died. Harry had treated her like a pathetic stray dog, flaunting his absolute ownership while systematically destroying her.
Now, as the polite applause echoed, Harry extended his hand with a sickening smirk, waiting for her to lower her head and submit.
Instead, Ciel stood perfectly rigid and publicly rejected him in front of the entire New York elite.
Harry's face drained of color, while his family quickly mocked her.
"This is a cheap, embarrassing trick to get his attention," his sister sneered.
Harry's arrogant smirk crawled back. He fully believed she was just throwing a childish tantrum to make him jealous, convinced she was absolutely nothing without his wealth and status.
But Ciel looked at the man who had killed her in her past life with freezing disgust.
Then, she turned to the powerful patriarch and dropped a bombshell that left the entire ballroom gasping for air.
"If the family insists on taking care of me, I will marry into the Chavez family."
"But I want to marry the comatose war hero. I want to marry General Deacon Chavez."
She would rather spend the rest of her life with a "vegetable" than wake up next to a monster.
7.1
The powerful white wolf promised to return but no one could predict how subtle and humble her return would be. They expect a great appearance and ignore a quiet and unpredictable arrival and it's a legendary fact that whoever mates with her, becomes the most powerful Lycan to ever exist. Many Alphas and Lycans await the return of the Legendary white wolf and when Alpha Kasper of the Cliffwood pack discovered that his destined mate from the moon goddess for him was the wolfless Omega Amelia, daughter of the Pack's Beta, he tortured her and rejected her. And just when he thought she wouldn't survive his rejection, a twist followed, he realised that his rejected mate was the long awaited White wolf, his world came crashing and a curse was left behind....