maybe we’d be on the same course at college and get into some sort of dumb argument about a group project we were both assigned to. maybe i’d call them a bitch when they win that argument and they’d just laugh at me which would only piss me off even more. and sure i’d jack off to the thought of it but who cares right? it’s only cus they’re physically attractive and i couldn’t care less if they hate me. they’d start provoking me more and more, trying to get me to snap at them and make myself look like an idiot in front of as many people as possible. their insults would get more specific, cataloguing how much “loser” “nerd” and “incel” made me visibly flustered. maybe after a while i’ve pavloved myself into associating the sound of their laugh with pleasure and i can’t keep myself from getting hard about it no matter how mad i am, which in turn would make it even worse. eventually they’d corner me after class about it, telling me that it was pathetic how easily i shut down the minute they talked back to me. maybe they’d tell me they knew i was a pervert, knew that i was getting off on their insults, and they’d tell me how funny they found it, that i’d never have a chance with them in a million years. obviously they’d leave before i could get a word in (provided i could even get myself together enough to form a response) and i’d be left to jack off to the thought of them again, this time knowing they knew exactly how much they’d fucked with my mind.