My Roommate Wore My Underwear

My clothes, especially my underwear, had been smelling strange lately.

Even though the hospital tests proved there was nothing wrong with me, and I'd switched to more expensive brands, that rotten smell still lingered, faint but persistent.

I suspected someone was stealing my clothes and wearing them!

After being tormented for over a month, I'd had enough.

I collected asbestos fibers from a construction site and used tweezers to carefully insert them into my clothes.

At dawn, screamsboth male and femaleechoed through the dorm.

My sixth sense told me I was being targeted by a pervert.

This past month, everything from the toothbrush and towel on my desk to the clothes hanging on the balcony carried a strange smell.

When I picked up my towel to wash up, a fishy odor hit me in the face.

"Ugh..." I nearly gagged.

At first, I didn't think much of it. I just assumed the towel quality was poor.

But the next day, my newly purchased towel had that same smell again.

Even my freshly washed underwear reeked of itthe stench was even stronger.

I asked my roommates if they knew what was going on.

But they all shook their heads, claiming ignorance.

To rule out any physical issues, I immediately booked a full-body checkup at the city hospital.

The doctor told me there was nothing wrong with me.

I bought different brands of towels and underwear, but strangely, that fishy smell followed me everywhere.

Anything I wore or washed would smell like that the next day.

A chill ran down my spine.

The problem wasn't with meit was in the dorm.

Someone in this dorm was a pervert!

I rushed to check the security footage with the dorm supervisor.

I found nothing. That left only one possibility.

That day, I tactfully tried to talk to my roommates.

"If any of you like girls, you can just say so openly..."

Before I could finish, Lopez cut me off impatiently.

"Georgina, if you're sick, go to the hospital."

"Physical problems need medical treatment. Mental problems need a therapist."

"First you claimed there was a pervert in the dorm and insisted on checking the security footage."

"Now you're questioning our sexual orientation?"

"What, you think we're the ones making your stuff smell?"

Suddenly, her eyes widened.

"Georgina, you... you don't have an STD, do you?"

"I heard some STDs cause a fishy smell..."

Before she could finish, my other two roommates looked horrified and unconsciously took a step back, as if I were some kind of monster.

My face turned red with anger.

"Your mouth stinks so baddid you forget to brush your teeth today?"

"My mouth may stink, but at least it smells better than certain people's underwear."

Lopez smiled mockingly, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Certain people wear such provocative underwearif we didn't know better, we'd think they were kept women."

"We're all good girls here. If certain people don't behave properly, don't drag us down with you."

As soon as she finished, the other two roommates looked even more serious.

Milner spoke awkwardly, her face troubled.

"Georgina, maybe you should go to a bigger hospital for a checkup today."

"If it really is... that kind of disease, it could spread..."

Someone chimed in agreement, and Lopez's face grew even more smug.

She grabbed a bottle of disinfectant spray, laughing arrogantly.

"Look at youcatching a disease and making others worry about it. Let me disinfect you first."

The stinging mist hit me in the face, instantly soaking me.

Amid the other girls' screams, I grabbed Lopez's arm tightly.

"Your mouth is filthy, and so are your hands, huh?"

"Since your parents aren't here, I'll teach you some manners on their behalf!"

With that, I grabbed her hair and forcefully shoved her head toward the mop bucket.

Lopez's face changed dramatically as she struggled to resist.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!"

"What? Scared now?"

"I want you to remember this taste, so you'll think twice before running your mouth again!"

The next second, I dunked her head into the water.

"Glug glug glug..."

"Bleurgh..."

"Glug glug glug..."

Only when Lopez's hair was covered in sticky vomit did I finally let go.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Lopez's scream was bloodcurdling as she frantically leaned over the sink, retching.

I watched coldly as this roommate who constantly slandered me behind my back finally got what she deserved.

Lopez's eyes were red as she wiped her mouth furiously and lunged at me with her claws out.

"Georgina, I'll kill you!"

I grabbed the mop beside me and precisely jammed it into the bucket.

Lopez froze in place as if struck by lightning.

I smiled coldly. "Fight me? You have the guts for that?"

With that, I swung the mop toward Lopez.

In an instant, Lopez's face went pale with fear.

"Don't come any closer!"

The dorm filled with endless screams.

Professor McCoy from the school contacted me soon after.

"Georgina, come to my office immediately."

Anyone with half a brain could guess Lopez had reported me.

I looked up just in time to see her disheveled yet defiant expression.

She was washing her hair with one hand while holding up her phone triumphantly with the other.

Useless! She insults and attacks first, but runs to tattle when she can't handle it?

I'd been angry, but seeing the thick, chunky mixture in her hair, my anger instantly dissipated.

"Georgina, you're done for! I'm telling you, you're finished!"

As soon as I entered the office, a loud "bang" echoed.

"Georgina, are you looking to get disciplined?"

"Openly beating up a classmate in the dormdo you even think this is a school anymore!"

Looking at the book thrown at my feet, I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice calm.

"Professor McCoy, Lopez verbally abused me and attacked me first."

He didn't even look up, delivering his verdict directly.

"Enough. Go apologize to Lopez."

"Be sincere about it, and I won't put this on your record."

"Write a five-thousand-word self-criticism. It'll be announced campus-wide."

Then he ignored me, focusing on his writing as if he'd just bestowed some great mercy upon me.

I couldn't take it and immediately argued back.

"She attacked first! Why am I the only one being punished?"

"Even if you investigate thoroughly, this was mutual assault at most!"

He adjusted his glasses, looking impatient.

"Lopez is an excellent student. Would she do something like that?"

"Look at yourself. Are you even worthy of mentioning her name?"

Good grades represent character?

My anger flared up instantly, and I raised my voice.

"Professor McCoy, you're completely biased!"

"Stop your yapping!"

Professor McCoy slammed his pen down hard on the desk, his face stern.

"You think I'm giving you face, don't you!"

"Do you know how many students I'm responsible for?"

"Three mechanical engineering classes, three automation classes, two physics classesnearly two hundred and fifty people!"

"Regardless of what happened before, did you or did you not hit someone? If you did, you have to accept the consequences!"

I felt all the blood in my body rush to my head in that moment.

"Someone like youyou're qualified to be a teacher?"

He scoffed, his eyes full of contempt.

"Whether I'm qualified to be a teacher isn't for you to decide. I was going to leave you some dignity, but now, forget it."

"Lopez already told me everything. You, as a student, have no shame! Call your parents here. I need to have a good talk with them!"

"Do you realize how serious your behavior is?"

My eyes lit up, and I immediately cut him off.

"Call my parents? Fine, I got it. Anything else?"

Professor McCoy's face stiffened, seemingly unable to adapt to my tone.

I didn't bother wasting more words and immediately contacted my lazy, greedy aunt Mary and uncle Mueller.

"Come to school. Money opportunity. Come now."

I wasn't always like this.

My parents died when I was young, and my brother died on the border.

At nine years old, I became dependent on Mary's family.

Not only did I have to wash clothes and cook, serving as their maid, but I also had to endure bullying from my cousin Fabio.

Ten years of abuse, day in and day out.

In that environment, besides going crazy, I couldn't think of any other way to survive until now.

Soon, Mueller rushed to the school.

Without wasting words, he slapped me as soon as he arrived.

"You bitch, what trouble did you cause at school now? I'll deal with you when we get home!"

I immediately slapped him right back.

"There was a mosquito on your face just now. I helped you swat it."

Professor McCoy stood there stunned, watching us fight as soon as we met, forgetting what he'd wanted to say.

After those two slaps, we finally sat down calmly.

I looked at him earnestly.

"Mueller, I understand everything now. All my crazy behavior before was because I was traumatized."

"What do you mean?" Mueller looked at me, confused.

I pointed at McCoy and said to Mueller:

"This Professor McCoy has been touching me inappropriately. He's been sexually harassing me."

Then, my acting skills exploded as tears streamed down my face.

"I heard that at the neighboring school, a girl was molested by McCoy and her family got three hundred thousand in compensation."

"In my case, it should be at least five hundred thousand, right? You should demand compensation from himconsider it my way of repaying you for raising me."

Mueller's eyes grew increasingly greedy. "We can really get five hundred thousand?"

The teacher panicked.

"No, calm down, I..."

"Of course he won't admit it or pay up." I cut off McCoy's defense. "But if you make a scene at the school, they'll pay to minimize the impact."

I obediently closed the office door.

When I reached the dorm entrance, I heard Lopez's triumphant voice.

"I'm telling you, Georgina just relies on her looks to be someone's mistress, right?"

"This time she'll definitely get punished."

"Wow, Lopez, you have such a good relationship with Professor McCoy."

Milner lowered her voice. "That graduate school admission spot..."

"Don't worry. Our class still has one spot left. It's just a matter of one word from me."

Suddenly it all made sense.

My GPA was clearly first in the class, 0.2 points higher than Lopez's, yet the graduate school spot went to her.

So that's what I was missingthe right "qualifications."

But none of that mattered now.

I had more important things to do. I needed to find the source of that smell quickly.

Otherwise, I'd eventually lose my mind in this dorm!

I opened my browser, and a news story from Florida suddenly caught my attention.

[To take revenge on her ex-boyfriend, during their final encounter, the woman scattered asbestos fibers all over her underwear.]

I immediately searched for asbestos fibers.

The information online was crystal clear:

[Asbestos fibers: Category 1 carcinogen. Once in the lungs, the damage is irreversible, making life a living hell.]

Perfect! My eyes lit up instantly.

Not far from school, there was a construction site.

And coincidentally, I could see asbestos tiles there.

I set out immediately.

As for ordering online? Only an idiot would leave such obvious evidence.

On my way out of school, many people pointed and whispered about me.

"Isn't she Georgina from the chemistry department?"

"She looks pretty decent, but her behavior is so shameless."

"Where's she going? That's the way out of school, right?"

"Holy crap! Is she under so much psychological pressure that she's thinking of suicide?"

Soon, another rumor about me spread.

The chemistry department beauty, suspected of seeking death in shame.

As I neared the school gate, people's reactions became even more obvious.

Many whispered among themselves, and some even pulled out their phones to secretly photograph me.

I couldn't take it anymore and randomly grabbed a girl nearby.

"Excuse me, do you have some problem with me?"

The girl screamed and struggled, slapping at the clothes I was holding while covering her nose with her other hand, trying to escape.

The girl beside her frowned and stepped back several paces.

"Your business is all over the forum. Stop pretending to be innocent."

"Sleep around if you want, but catching an STD? Disgusting!"

My anger flared. "What business? What did I do? Explain yourselves!"

Hearing this, they immediately ran off, as if speaking one more word to me would infect them with some virus.

I quickly opened the school forum. My photo was prominently displayed on the cover.

[Chemistry Department's Georgina Gets Slapped Hard by Her Sugar Daddy After Questioning Whether He Gave Her an STD!]

The post was filled with photos.

One showed Mueller slapping me hard across the face.

Another showed me at the hospital, and there was even a photo of yellow stains on my underwear.

The photo angles were extremely cunning.

The series of photos perfectly portrayed the image of an indecent female college student.

The comments section was the most disgusting.

[I knew this girl was bad news all along!]

[The stuff she does normally isn't what a regular female student would do.]

[Are the guys in the chemistry department not good enough? Can't satisfy her?]

[Does anyone have Georgina's contact info? Hook me up. Such a thirsty college girlI think I can handle her.]

[You're a true warrior, going for someone with an STD.]

Countless vile insults.

Even though I was battle-hardened, I couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

I immediately replied:

[Spreading rumors is illegal. Do not spread rumors. Serious offenders will face legal action.]

Someone immediately responded:

[Here comes the classic "legal action" threat.]

[If you sleep around, own it. You already did itafraid of people talking?]

Malice piled upon malice, overwhelming me. I didn't reply again.

Instead, I opened my phone and saved all the evidence using blockchain storage.