Planting the seeds of doubt

"Fine... ", I finally conceded. After all, if she could actually work out the identity of my blackmailer, it didn't matter if she saw some nude photos of me, I rationalized.

Jina spent the next 15 minutes going through the whole conversation from the beginning, reading and analyzing every little detail there was available. She gave particular attention to the video that Liam recorded of himself penetrating my asshole the day before.

"I'm not sure how this is supposed to help you... ", I snickered skeptically.

"I-it tells me a lot... ", she stammered, a slight flush visible on her face.

"Oh really?", I smirked. "Doesn't seem like you're a great liar either..."

"A-anyway, you say that he didn't see the video as soon as it was sent?", she quickly changed the subject.

"I mean, I may be remembering wrong, but I'm pretty sure he would read our messages almost instantly and reply right away at first, but lately he's been taking more time to answer."

Jina continued to read until the end of the conversation before handing me back my phone, deep in thought. "Yesterday when the blackmailer asked to fuck you, you and Liam had just had sex right?"

I nodded.

"Did you respect the blackmailer's order and only did anal?", she continued.

I nodded again.

"And how did your ass feel afterwards?"

This question took me by surprise. I didn't know exactly how to answer it. "Like it had been torn apart? Liam was slightly rougher than usual yesterday... ", I murmured, the memories of that incredible afternoon flooding back in and turning me on slowly. I simply couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me tonight.

Jina was deep in thought again. For a solid 5 minutes, she didn't say anything, busy drawing some imaginary lines in front of her, joining everything together in her head, gazing into the distance. Finally, something clicked, and she looked back at me, a concerned look on her face.

"Do you know who the culprit is?", I asked, hopeful to finally put an end to that absolute farce.

"I can't say he did it for sure, and I could be totally wrong, but I may have a prime suspect... ", she carefully chose her words.

"Really?", I replied excitedly, impressed by how quick she had worked it out. "So who is that asshole who's been ruining my life for the past two weeks?"

"Olivia, you're not gonna like what I'm going to say, but... " She bit her lower lip, uncertain if she should be telling me or not. In hindsight, maybe it would've been better if she had kept silent, but I pressed her to answer, blissfully unaware of what was to come.

"So who is it?"

She looked down at her cup of tea as she spoke softly and slowly, "I can't work out his motive just yet, but I think that the one who is blackmailing you... may be Liam."