Whatever I Wish For, My Bully Gets Double
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A hormonal condition pushed my weight to two hundred pounds, and for three years, this boarding school made sure I never forgot it.
The ringleader was the guy every girl worshipped.
And beside him stood his girlfriend, the one who always stepped in at my worst moments with a soft voice and a sympathetic look, like she was doing me a favor.
Everyone called her an angel. Only I knew the truth: every time she "helped," things got worse.
One day, she handed me a candy in front of everyone. "Here. Something sweet always helps."
I didn't feel like I had a choice.
That night, a demon showed up at the foot of my bed.
"Congratulations. You ate the pact candy. I'll grant you three wishes — money, beauty, lifespan. You name it, I'll make it happen."
My whole body shook. Three years of humiliation, and finally there was a way out. Wealth, beauty, revenge. All I had to do was ask.
Then the demon's expression shifted, eyes full of cruel amusement.
"There's a catch, though. The real pact-holder is someone else. Whatever you wish for, the one who gave you that candy gets double."
The words I was about to say died in my throat.
Then, slowly, I smiled.
Double?
That's way more interesting than three wishes.
The ringleader was the guy every girl worshipped.
And beside him stood his girlfriend, the one who always stepped in at my worst moments with a soft voice and a sympathetic look, like she was doing me a favor.
Everyone called her an angel. Only I knew the truth: every time she "helped," things got worse.
One day, she handed me a candy in front of everyone. "Here. Something sweet always helps."
I didn't feel like I had a choice.
That night, a demon showed up at the foot of my bed.
"Congratulations. You ate the pact candy. I'll grant you three wishes — money, beauty, lifespan. You name it, I'll make it happen."
My whole body shook. Three years of humiliation, and finally there was a way out. Wealth, beauty, revenge. All I had to do was ask.
Then the demon's expression shifted, eyes full of cruel amusement.
"There's a catch, though. The real pact-holder is someone else. Whatever you wish for, the one who gave you that candy gets double."
The words I was about to say died in my throat.
Then, slowly, I smiled.
Double?
That's way more interesting than three wishes.












































