Chapter 1: Her Promise, My Sacrifice
I was secretly dating my girlfriend, who was seven years older than me. She was wild, insatiable, always craving more, and she’d laugh about how using condoms every time just killed the mood. She promised that if I got a vasectomy, we’d get married right away.
Back then, I was so swept up in her energy that I ignored the doubts gnawing at the back of my mind. The idea of marriage dangled in front of me like a lifeline. Something solid to cling to in the chaos of my twenties. I convinced myself. Her promise was real. This was love, right? Not just lust. Not just convenience.
A week later, I was practically bursting with excitement, clutching the forms from my vasectomy appointment, my hands still a little sweaty from the hospital. I couldn’t wait to share the news with her. But then I glanced at her phone, left open to her friends’ group chat.
The screen glowed with a string of messages, the kind that made my stomach drop. I didn’t mean to snoop—honestly, I didn’t—but there it was. Her world, unfiltered and raw, right in front of me. My heart hammered in my chest, a mess of anticipation and dread.
"Savannah, Ethan’s coming back soon—he’s the one you really care about. What are you going to do with your boy toy?"
"Savannah’s got that boy toy wrapped around her finger, what else can I do? Gotta make the most of him while I can."
The words stung. It was like high school gossip, but meaner, sharper, like they were talking about a piece of furniture or a used car, not a real person. I scrolled, unable to stop, my fingers cold and clammy.
"Don’t keep him all to yourself, remember your girls! I want to try out that vibrating wand with him."
Savannah hadn’t replied, so someone sent a dramatic follow-up.
"No way, are you actually getting attached to him?"
This time Savannah replied instantly.
"As if. He’s just a boy toy. You all can use him whenever."
"If Ethan wasn’t still so young and I didn’t want to train him, do you think I’d bother with this guy?"
The chat was disgusting, just non-stop trash talk and sleazy jokes about me.
It was like reading some twisted tabloid headline. Except this time, it was my life. My jaw clenched. Still, I kept reading. Desperate for a different ending.
"I heard he even got some enhancement surgery and an implant for Savannah. Must be heaven."
"Of course. Savannah goes for boy toys because they’re clean and easy, not because they’re rich or stable."
"He knows Savannah likes to play, so he got himself all kinds of toys. By the way, how many pearls did he get implanted?"
Savannah, who’d been silent, finally replied with a number.
"Ninety-nine."
Maybe the number was too shocking, because the chat blew up.
"Damn, Savannah, you turned that sweet college kid into a total dog!"
"OMG, teach us your ways, Savannah! How do you get a hot, free college guy who learns to be a gigolo? 😂"
"Better go a few more rounds, Savannah, that boy toy’s body and face are perfect. Ethan’s coming back soon, so enjoy him while you can."













