From Heiress to Toy: Playing the Billionaire Boys

Serena's POV

I lifted the bucket and wrung out the mop.

The janitor's uniform didn't fit at all—the fabric was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to my body, so much so that you could even see the outline of my underwear through it.

"Chloe worked as a rink janitor for a semester, Serena. You took her place for over a decade. Now you get to experience what her past was like. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

My brother's voice—no, I should call him Julian Kincaid now—still seemed to echo in my ears.

Ever since Chloe had returned to the Kincaid estate with her trauma, I'd become the villain who stole someone else's life.

I did briefly doubt myself, but I came to my senses quickly.

I didn't need redemption. I have no need to atone for anything.

All I need is to finish my studies, then break free entirely from this rotten cage of class.

So I gritted my teeth and agreed to this demand.

Today was Blackwood University's hockey team celebration day, and if I didn't get the venue cleaned, Julian would rule that I'd breached our agreement.

Then they’ll kick me out, leaving me drowning in massive debt—money they claim they spent raising me. I have no choice but to hold my tongue.

Just then, the locker room door was kicked open.

I looked at the group of people barging in, led by none other than Blackwood University's hockey captain, Asher Hayes.

He'd just finished practice and was still wearing his gear.

He had an untamed wolf-cut, his wheat-colored skin covered with sweat and bold tattoos.

Asher's gaze swept over me with aggressive intensity, and when he saw my sweat-soaked neckline, his eyes suddenly darkened and his jaw tightened.

I knew what he was thinking.

As Julian's close friend, he'd always thought I was a vicious thief.

But right now his eyes were like those of an animal in heat, completely unable to move away from my body.

"Captain, that's her, right?" A teammate next to him let out a nasty whistle.

Asher walked up to me. "Serena, I'm missing a custom Rolex. Someone saw you acting sneaky around my locker earlier. Did you take it?"

"Search her!"

"Yeah, make her prove her innocence! Poor people always have sticky fingers!"

The teammates started getting excited and jeering, looking me over with vulgar gazes.

I casually tossed the mop into the bucket and straightened up.

"No problem, you can search me."

I lazily tilted my head. "But I'll only let you search me alone. Asher, let's go to one of those private stalls inside, and you can search me however you want... however you want."

The whole room went dead silent. The jeering teammates stared at me dumbfounded.

Asher's entire body went stiff, and that face that always wore a violent cold smirk visibly flushed red.

"You fucking..."

He gritted his teeth, seeming like he wanted to curse, but his Adam's apple bobbed.

Under the shocked and extremely suggestive gazes of his teammates, Asher grabbed me and dragged me into the innermost private changing stall, locking the door.

In the cramped stall, even the air felt thin. Asher pressed me against the locker door. "Serena, what trick are you trying to play? You think if you stop resisting I'll let you off?"

"I'm not playing any tricks, Captain." I laughed softly, then pulled down the zipper of my janitor's uniform.

"You... what are you doing?!" Asher jerked back like he'd been burned, suddenly releasing my wrist and retreating awkwardly.

I ignored him and directly removed my outer shirt.

Asher's gaze stuck firmly to my body, yet he tried to look away due to extreme shame.

I understood him too well—although he was a foul-mouthed campus bully, when it came to women, he was actually a completely inexperienced pure-hearted puppy who'd explode at the slightest touch.

"Didn't you want to search me? I'm cooperating with you."

I stepped forward and raised my hands to unfasten my bra, exposing myself to him without reservation.

"Fuck..." Asher sucked in a breath, his neck and ears turning completely red, his whole body frozen in place not knowing what to do.

Looking at him in this pathetic state, I reached out and grabbed his hand, pressing it onto my bare breast.

"Search carefully, Asher."

I pushed out my chest, letting his palm completely conform to my breast, and even guided his hand to gently knead the nipple that had become slightly erect from the cold air.

I moved close to his flushed face. "Is your lost watch here? Hmm?"

"Serena... you're fucking crazy..."

Asher's voice was shaking. His palm was burning hot, his fingers stiffly curled, not daring to apply pressure yet reluctant to leave.

He was breathing heavily, and the bulge under his athletic pants had already risen high uncontrollably, arrogantly displaying just how much he desired this moment.

But I didn't plan to let him off that easily. I released his hand, my gaze slowly moving downward.

Under Asher's almost fire-breathing stare, I slipped both hands into the last barrier—that black lace thong.

I hooked the thin straps and, following down my legs, slowly and provocatively slid it down, holding it in my hand.

Asher completely crashed.

He pressed hard against the locker door, his legs weak—if the locker wasn't supporting him, he might have already collapsed to his knees.

He looked at me, his eyes full of shock and fervor.

"Since I need to prove my innocence, of course I should search more thoroughly."

I slightly spread my legs, guiding his fingers all the way down. Asher let out a muffled groan on the verge of collapse.

"Search inside!" I guided his middle finger and slowly pushed it into my tight passage.

"Hiss!"

Asher threw his head back, the veins on his neck bulging. I guided his finger, pumping shallowly inside a couple times.

The wet sounds were infinitely amplified in the quiet stall.

I looked at his face twisted from extreme restraint and asked with a light laugh, "Is it here, Captain? Do you want to feel around inside more?"

"Enough... Serena, please... stop..." Asher finally broke down. He begged incoherently, his voice even taking on a crying tone.

Looking at him begging like this, I suddenly felt somewhat bored.

I mercilessly pulled out his finger, and under his confused gaze, I walked toward him holding the thong I'd just taken off.

I lowered my head, and pulled down his pants, and his massive cock sprung out, the head even dripping with precum. I patted the rock-hard thing. As he let out a muffled groan.

I wrapped the thong's thin straps around the base of his highly erect member, then tied a bow.

I raised my head, pressing close to his ear that was red enough to drip blood.

"Didn't find the watch, did you? This is for you, Captain. Consider it... payment for your hard work searching me just now."

Asher's whole body was like it had been struck by lightning. He stiffly lowered his head to look at himself, at the part tightly bound by the thong.

"You fucking..." He stammered, retreating awkwardly.

In his panic, Asher kicked over the water bucket nearby. Most of the bucket of dirty water spilled out, soaking all the clothes I'd thrown on the ground.

"Oh no." I walked to his storage locker and reached out to take down a jersey printed with "HAYES 09"—the exclusive captain's jersey.

Then, right in front of him, I pulled that jersey over my naked body.

Those people outside would be somewhat wary seeing me walk out wearing Asher's jersey.

From now on at Blackwood University, there'd be one less degree of bullying.

"Let me borrow the clothes for a day. After all, I can't go out naked."

After saying that, without looking at Asher again, I pulled open the locker room door. Outside, the hockey teammates who had been whispering immediately fell silent.

I ignored those shocked gazes and walked straight toward the ice rink exit. Just as I was about to turn out of the hallway, I saw a tall, upright figure standing in the shadows.

"Take it off."