chapter 2
Jasmine, seeing she had an audience admiring her, happily twirled around. "I'm heading out then."
I stood on the balcony, watching her being stared at along the way.
While running, her bouncing chest and faintly visible backside had already caught everyone's attention.
The elderly doing morning exercises unconsciously stopped, their eyes following her figure until she disappeared.
Parents immediately covered their children's eyes, their gaze filled with endless disdain.
Several cars in the neighborhood almost rear-ended because of her. She turned and gave one of the drivers a charming smile. "Sorry about that."
Some people kept snapping photos of her with their phones, while others approached her to ask for her contact information.
The more the passersby acted like this, the more excited she became.
I calmly opened my phone; she must be the topic of everyone's conversation right now.
Sure enough, the entire neighborhood group was filled with discussions about Jasmine.
[Oh my god! Have you seen the photos? This is way too revealing, might as well not be wearing anything!]
[Everyone's looking at the photos, but I happened to see her on my way to work. Her looks are absolutely stunning.]
[She's too outrageous! We take our kids to school every day, it's really inappropriate to see her like this.]
[Exactly, it's such a bad influence on the kids. My son even asked me if she's too poor to afford clothes. I didn't know how to respond.]
[I've never seen someone so shameless. She seems to be a resident of our community. Does anyone know her? Call the police immediately!]
Someone in the group recognized her as Jasmine. Her husband works abroad for long periods.
Suddenly, everyone expressed disdain.
[No wonder, she's living alone and must be feeling lonely. Any single guys? Go approach her quickly!]
[Oh, does it have to be single? My wife is on a business trip.]
[Is there an age limit? I'm 80, but that's not a problem.]
[Does she charge? If it's free, I can go seven days a week.]
The discussion is getting increasingly out of control, and the topic is becoming more explicit.
I really couldn't stand it anymore. Just as I put down my phone, I heard noisy voices outside. "Is anyone in there? Get out right now."
I opened the door, pretending to be puzzled. "What's wrong? What happened?"
Before they could speak, Jasmine happened to return from her morning run.
Everyone saw her and immediately got angry, yelling at her furiously.
Facing the accusations, Jasmine sneered, "Do you even know what fashion is? So outdated."
She pointed at the one yelling the most. "You're just jealous of my figure. Your husband doesn't even touch you, so you can only criticize my outfit?"
That person turned pale with anger and slapped Jasmine across the face. Five finger marks quickly appeared on her cheek.
Jasmine refused to back down and immediately lunged forward to fight. Seeing this, instead of stopping them, everyone joined in to attack Jasmine.
Several people pinned down her hands and feet, while others slapped her face and tore at her clothes, shouting, "Don't you like showing off? Then wear nothing and let everyone have a good look!"
Someone immediately picked up a phone to take pictures.
I pretended to protect her. "Stop it! If this goes on, I'll call the police!"
Everyone got angrier when they heard I was going to call the police. Someone shoved me aside and kept yelling, "Call the police? Do you even have the nerve to call the police?"
"Everyone, hit her hard! Women like her with no shame need a good lesson."
Everyone's enthusiasm surged, punches and kicks rained down, and Jasmine cried out loudly, but she could no longer resist.
In no time, her clothes were torn, her body covered in bruises, and her face swollen beyond recognition.
When the crowd dispersed after venting their anger, Jasmine curled up, sobbing uncontrollably.
I gently draped my jacket over her. "Next time, maybe don't run around in a bikini."
She angrily threw the jacket on the ground. "What use are you? Just standing there watching me get beaten!"
Although she scolded me, I wasn't angry, because in the previous life, Stefan was about to deliver a package at this moment.
Sure enough, within five minutes, he showed up at the door with Jasmine's package.
He stared greedily at Jasmine's body, his eyes turning red.
After that day, Jasmine became the "celebrity" of the neighborhood. But instead of restraining herself, she declared that she would make those women who humiliated her taste the bitter fruit and have their husbands utterly captivated by her.
From then on, she not only jogged in a bikini in the mornings but also sang and danced passionately in lingerie on the balcony in the evenings.
With her wild actions, it was impossible for Stefan not to be tempted.