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A/N: I’m a little curious. What you guys wanna see happen in a Bully Boyfriend chapter? Books and notes filled my backpack as I continued to shove things inside that were needed for studying with Vincent. In one of the pockets was even a few pairs of spare underwear. With the reward I was going to offer, I had a feeling one or two of them would be ripped to shreds. Vincent’s bed was almost completely covered by the time I had laid everything out. “Do we really need all this?” He asked. “It’s not like it’s mid-term or anything.” “Better to be over prepared plus it is over the entire first unit.” I shrugged, starting to sort everything. “So about the reward you talked about.” He said. “Every time you get a question right, you can bully me in any way you want. No complaints or anything.” I answered. “Any way at all?” “Yup. I even brought extra underwear.” I said. “Aw you’re so good to me.” He pulled me into his chest and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I try. Now we should get

One Saturday afternoon had Winston gasping from exhaustion as sweat drenched his face and neck. He and his mistress Zariya had one of their rigorous, yet sensual “workout sessions” at her home gym. Once they were done, Zariya changed into her pink night gown while Winston couldn’t even find the strength to change out of his white tank top and shorts. The tired beta practically crawled behind her while they went into the kitchen for a snack. Zariya: “Let’s have a salad and some juice.” She took out a big bowl of already-prepared egg salad topped with ranch dressing. Two small bowls of salad were set on the table with apple juice on the side. The two sat across from each other. Zariya dug right into her salad and enjoyed it. While chewing, she looked up to see Winston staring at his food like a dissatisfied 8-year-old. Zariya: “What’s wrong? You don’t like the salad?” Winston: “Uuuhhh…” Winston had no idea how to respond. He hated hard-boiled eggs as much as he hated hot dogs.