James is bitter that his friends are more successful than him. They are married to beautiful women, successful in their careers and are better than him in many ways. He wants what they have but he knows that base on his capability, he will never achieve it. Base on his looks, he will never have a beautiful wife. He can’t take their money and career, but he can take their wives.
Every year, my friend Zhiyang will throw a Christmas party at his penthouse located in Holland area. It’s not a big party, there’ll always be 7 of us. 3 couples and i’m the only single male there.
Everyone is doing very well in life except me. Everyone has a good career, they are attached with beautiful wives while i’m the only one wanking off to porn online. To be honest, i’m not very close to Zhiyang and i only see him like once a year during the party. We used to be neighbour, while he has moved on in life, i am still staying in the 3 room HDB flat located at the fringe of Clementi.
While Zhiyang stayed in a penthouse, drives a Volvo, i’m still in the same childhood room i grew up in. I don’t even have a driving license and i at 35 years old, i’m still drawing 2.8k from a logistics company.
The others in the party are Dan with his wife Cindy, and Eric together with his wife Simin.
You must be curious how this group came about, we all used to be neighbours. Dan used to stay the opposite block while Eric stayed across the street. So this is sort of a childhood neighbour catchup. A tradition, so to speak. It was done with good intention, but can you imagine how i feel when i attend a party like this?
Can you imagine how inferior it made me feel?
All of their lives and careers soared to unimaginable heights, their lives intertwined with beautiful partners who were not only their lovers but also their pillars of support. Meanwhile, I wrestled with a deep sense of inadequacy that gnawed at my core.
I am that the solitary figure amidst the sea of love and accomplishment. I always feel i don’t belong to the group. It’s like they have some secret clique among themselves that i can never penetrate.
As I made my way to Zhiyang’s opulent residence, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of longing and bitterness. The mere thought of walking into that magnificent penthouse, adorned with gleaming chandeliers and extravagant artwork, sent tendrils of jealousy coursing through my veins. While my companions reveled in their prosperity, I remained trapped in a cycle of mediocrity that seemed to have no end.
I know the guys are probably there because all of them drives. I had to take two buses before walking up a slope just to get to the condominium.
You may be wondering why I continue to attend this party every year, even though I clearly don’t enjoy it. Why do I subject myself to the self-deprecating comparisons with my friends?
I’ll tell you why.
Because i’m a sick and bitter individual.
While i smile and nod to their jokes and try to engage in small talks, my mind is actually thinking of something else.
I will look at Zhiyang’s beautiful wife, Chloe, who is an air stewardess with the national airlines and ogle at her legs distreetly.
I will cast longing looks at Simin with her C-cup boobs upon her slender and petite frame.
And i will think about what i will do to that firm and bouncy butt Cindy has, a butt that swaggers with each step she takes.
I may appear to be focused on the food or something the guys are talking about but i assure you, inside my head, it’s all about the girls.
It’s always about the girls.
I’m always thinking about them, thinking how i can have them. Thinking about all the things i will do to them.
That’s what kept me motivated to attend each year’s party.
If you think i’m going to the party year after year just to look at girls and wank off to them at home, you are wrong.
i can’t stand others having something that i don’t. I cannot bear to look at my friends having a good career and a beautiful wife while i have nothing. So i went to the party every year with one sole purpose in mind.
To collect information.
What information you ask?
Information that i can use.
And after 3 years, i think i’m ready to pull off my plan.
I had enough to going to the party, smiling and chatting only to leave at 11.20pm because i needed to catch the last bus.
i had enough of leaving the party while my friends have their beautiful wives in their arms while holding wine glasses in the other.
I had enough of watching other people live a good life.
I want to see it all crashing down.
This year, as you celebrate Christmas when 2023 comes to a close, i’m going to celebrate it in my own way.
I’m going to drug all my friends, i’m going have my way with all their wives, and to end the night, i’m going to give all of them a Christmas present they will never forget.
I have it all worked out in my head, as brilliant and sick as it sounds, i need to clear several hurdles in order for the plan to be effective. I call them checkpoints. And each time i clear one of them, it will take me one step closer to my objective.
Arriving at the party at 7pm, i stood at the door of my friend’s penthouse and looked at the number pad and the doorbell.
I knew the combination, i’ve seen Zhiyang keyed in a few times over the years. It was always the same.
I gave Zhiyang a call to let him know i arrived, he told me he was just turning into the carpark because he went out to grab something. He will be up in a minute.
Zhiyang : See you in a while bro.
James : sure.
The first step to making sure my plan can be carried out, was to be sure i can access the house after i left the party.
With only a few minutes to test out, i touched the keypad and keyed in the combination.
A happy chirp of acknowledgement sounded and the door unlocked. I opened the door and was immediately greeted by the smell of money, success and a house occupied by a good looking couple.
Mentally checking off the 1st checkpoint, i shut the door and waited for my friends to come up.
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sounds exciting, cant wait!