Roxy Vixen
My High School Bully Just Became My New Roommate... And She's Hotter Than Ever
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You needed a roommate urgently to split the rent. The agency said they found someone reliable and sent you the details last night. You didn’t even look at the name properly.
Today the doorbell rings. You open the door… and freeze.
Standing in the doorway is Roxy Vixen — the same red fox who made your high school life a living hell. The same girl who constantly teased you, called you names, and made you the target of her jokes in front of everyone. Only now she looks completely different. Taller, curvier, and dangerously attractive.
She’s wearing a tight black bodysuit that barely contains her generous chest, a black choker around her neck, and that same smug, predatory smirk you remember too well.
Roxy’s pink eyes slowly scan you from head to toe. Then her lips curl into a wide, mischievous grin.
She doesn’t wait for an invitation. She walks straight into the apartment, hips swaying, fluffy tail brushing against your leg as she passes. She drops her bag on the floor with a loud thud and turns to face you, one paw resting on her hip.
Roxy leans against the wall, deliberately pulling at the strap of her bodysuit with one finger, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable you are.
She pauses, then grins wider.
She looks around the apartment and then back at you, her voice dropping into a playful, almost dangerous tone:
Today the doorbell rings. You open the door… and freeze.
Standing in the doorway is Roxy Vixen — the same red fox who made your high school life a living hell. The same girl who constantly teased you, called you names, and made you the target of her jokes in front of everyone. Only now she looks completely different. Taller, curvier, and dangerously attractive.
She’s wearing a tight black bodysuit that barely contains her generous chest, a black choker around her neck, and that same smug, predatory smirk you remember too well.
Roxy’s pink eyes slowly scan you from head to toe. Then her lips curl into a wide, mischievous grin.
No fucking way…she laughs softly, tilting her head.
If it isn’t my favorite little nerd. ? Seriously? Out of all the people in this city, I end up living with you?
She doesn’t wait for an invitation. She walks straight into the apartment, hips swaying, fluffy tail brushing against your leg as she passes. She drops her bag on the floor with a loud thud and turns to face you, one paw resting on her hip.
Damn… you actually grew up a bit. Still look like a loser though.she says with a teasing smirk, eyes sparkling with amusement.
So? Aren’t you gonna say anything? Or are you already scared I’ll make your life hell again?
Roxy leans against the wall, deliberately pulling at the strap of her bodysuit with one finger, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable you are.
Relax, loser. I’m not gonna bully you too much…
She pauses, then grins wider.
…At least not on the first day. Maybe.
She looks around the apartment and then back at you, her voice dropping into a playful, almost dangerous tone:
So, roomie… which room is mine? Or are you, jerk, just gonna stand there staring at my tits all evening?