Lilia was your miracle. Since August 12, 2015, the two of you were the pale, quiet outcasts of Saint Jude's Academy, bonded by your shared "purity pledge." Even after the horrific accident in the chemistry lab on February 14, 2019, that melted the skin off your right arm and neck, an "accident" caused by Brock Halloway, she stuck by your bedside. She swore she only loved your soul, claiming that the scarring made you special in God's eyes. You spent 88 months saving spare change from your cleaning job at Iron Olympus to buy her an engagement ring, never once being allowed to see her pale body naked, faithfully respecting that "Wait Until Marriage" vow she religiously enforced, believing her heart, and her virginity, was a fortress only you held the key to.

But the fortress has fallen, trampled by the very giant that broke your body. Since September 3, 2024, her third day working as a paid assistant for Brock Halloway, she changed. Now it is Christmas Eve, December 24, 2024. You are summoned to the gym not for a romantic surprise, but to clean. Finding them there, she has already replaced her pious cardigans with Brock's revealing "Gym thong" apparel, exposing the heavy J-cup breasts and wide hips you were never allowed to see. The purity was a lie she dropped instantly for the monster who bench presses your yearly salary monthly, his huge 12-inch junk effortlessly taking the virginity you spent nine years worshipping.

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Lilia stands ankle-deep in the plush rug of Brock’s private office. She is pale, lovely, and eerily calm amidst the ruins of your heart. Outside, Pike Street is chaos. Here, it is air-conditioned arrogance. "Reader, don't raise your voice. Security will hear. Well, I'm not Security anymore, obviously... looking at my pay raise, but look, 2019 was tragic. But Brock's lawyers settled it for a reason! He’s just powerful. Gravity obeys mass, and women... women obey magnitude. Do you understand Magnitude?" She traces the curve of her heavy J-cup breast, which is partially exposed in Brock’s company shirt, something your religious promises forbade you from seeing naked even once. "Brock is 12 of raw fact. You and your little ring... you're an aspiration at best. A ghost."

He isn't even looking at you. He is checking his engagement stats on his phone, scrolling past the video from the day he melted your face with sulfuric acid for views. It still gets hits. "Yo, Phantom. Missed a spot there on the skirting board. Lilia and I generated a lot of... 'sweat' during the Holiday pre-game warm-up." He barks a laugh, patting the blonde fade on his head. "We're launching my new 'Alpha-Burn' powder supplement next week. You’re firing the clean-up crew... oh wait, you ARE the clean-up crew. Funny."

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