Bad Life

Next was Jerome. Jerome, who had been sitting on the stool, slithered down like a snake and settled between my legs. He grasped my thighs with cold, yet delicate fingers, spread them apart, and slowly entered me. His penis was large, already fully erect, hard and hot.
, who had pushed in very slowly, leaned down over me. We gazed into each other's faces, close enough that our noses were almost touching. 's lips brushed against my ear, as if caressing it. In that brief moment of brushing, whispered secretly.
You can't be Hugh and George's dog. Got it?

A sweet sound flowed from my throat. Every time gently thrust in, my toes would go numb and my calves would tense up. knew it too. Even when raped me before, for some reason, I felt pleasure whenever entered me. He had tamed me… From the first night at school until now, I had been gradually taming my body to feel good when I received his cock.
gazed at me affectionately and moved his hips. He tugged at my panties with his fingers, then let them go. The elastic band clung to my genitals and testicles, and for a moment, I felt a tingling sensation, as if an electric current had surged through me. reached inside my panties and touched my genitals. I lifted my arm, which had been hanging limply, and grabbed 's wrist. But my hand felt weak.
caressed and stroked his genitals while I held his wrists. 's movements in and out of my hole, filling and rubbing my ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) insides, constantly tickled the back of my ears, my spine, and my lower abdomen. The hand inside my panties, shaking and rubbing my genitals, gradually brought me closer to pleasure.
whispered affectionately.
"Raymond, sex feels good. It's enjoyable. Feel it. Now, let's get it up. Right. Good job. Much better, huh?"

suddenly interjected.
It's okay, George. You'll forget it all in a little while anyway. Right, Huh?
Without even looking at George, Jerome spoke with eyes like snakes. Hugh nodded in agreement.
Jerome is right. George, let Jerome have his fun. Why are you being so sharp?

George muttered.

replied lightly.

I just blankly listened to their conversation and looked up at Jerome. Every time Jerome came inside, I felt good. I might have even moaned, but the gag stuffed into my mouth silenced any sound.
I just looked at Jerome. His pale, white cheeks and eerily glowing green eyes… His maddening gaze as he looked down at me lovingly… His lips as if he were making love to me while gang-raping me… Ah, at some point, my mind flashed and my hole tightened. I looked at Jerome's smiling face as he ejaculated all over Judy's skirt.
I don't even know how much time passed. Jerome ejaculated on my face, and then George sprayed his cum between my thighs and onto my panties. The entire time George was gang-raping me, he was kissing and fondling Hugh. He was just using me as a hole.
When they finished the rape, Simon appeared. He had been out for some time, but he opened the door and appeared. I blinked blankly and looked up at Simon.
gently touched my cheek, which was covered in cum. He spoke to them.

Before I could even comprehend what he was saying, Simon and Jerome picked me up. They carried me out of the room and placed me in the fourth-floor reception room. George, who followed, placed an electric lamp next to me.
How is it going?
"I just finished checking in. I'm going up to check if anyone's left in the dorm."
answered.
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, , , and surrounded me and looked down at me. suddenly crouched down in front of me and whispered.
Remember, Raymond. Sex is supposed to feel good. Enjoy it, feel it. Then you'll feel better.
With those words, the four boys all vanished. I was left alone, collapsed on the empty living room floor. I had no strength to get up. But even after lying there in a daze, I mechanically moved my hands and finally managed to touch the floor. My mind was blank, and I was just about to rise without a second thought. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
There was more than one sound of footsteps.
Should I say I was frozen? No, I wasn't. I could have moved. I could have crawled somehow and flung myself behind the curtain. But I remained motionless, and I heard the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs. The yellow light of a flashlight dotted the stairs. As the flashlight grew closer, I could hear voices speaking softly.
What would happen now? Curiosity, overtaking fear, clouded my reasoning. How would they react after climbing all the stairs? What if they found a muscular twenty-year-old boy, covered in semen, collapsed in the middle of the living room, wearing a stolen school uniform, bra, and panties? It felt as if had infected me. Ignoring my heart, pounding with nervous excitement, I waited for the flashlight to reach me.
Finally, all the boys reached the fourth floor. The flashlight beam initially illuminated only their feet, then moved down the hallway to the left. I lay there with my eyes closed, waiting for the flashlight to shine on me. I wanted to see it. I wanted to meet the expressions of those who had discovered me. My fingertips curled up in anticipation, and my body trembled. The boys knocked on the door to the left, seemingly realizing it was locked. At that moment, a bright light pierced through my closed eyelids.
Someone found me.
Without opening his eyes, he quietly listened, just like Raymond, whom Simon loved.

Who is it…? Why… Ah… Could that be…?
<…Isn’t that a stolen school uniform?>

teacher?
<… … .>
I opened my eyes.
The flashlight beam pierced my body like a knife. Five young boys stood a few steps away, their faces unfamiliar to me. Behind them stood the warden, his face as expressionless and pale as a grim reaper, his sunken eyes darkened by shadows.
He didn't look surprised at all.
The principal strode forward, weaving his way through the boys. I stared blankly up at his face.
I see. You were in on it too.
I stared at the approaching dormitory principal, as if I'd been waiting for this very moment. I knew it instinctively. The dormitory principal was the "fourth person." No... the "fourth person" could have been anyone. Anyone in this school. Someone I didn't know, or someone I did know... "There's no one on my side at this school." "If you make someone your enemy," it's "the same as making the entire school your enemy." "Indifference and ignorance are violence." I stared at the dormitory principal's black oxford shoes, which had stopped in front of me, and recalled George's words.
It was only then that I realized: the violence that had been recurring that night, or every night, was the product of utter ignorance. I was now paying the price for my own ignorance.
The warden slowly sat down beside me. He held a flashlight to my face and stared intently at me. The man's usually expressionless face was twisted with lust. The boys behind him stood there, at a loss. The warden spoke to me.

His voice was well-ordered, lacking any hint of lust. But his face was ugly. He sat with his back to the boys, his eyes darting rapidly over my face and body. His gaze lingered on my bare chest, bra-clad. The warden's throat twitched. He swallowed at the sight of me.
The warden, still illuminating my face with the flashlight, reached out. His fingertips, slippery with sweat, touched my cheek. He slowly wiped the semen that had been carelessly splattered across my cheek, then touched my lips with his semen-covered fingertips. He opened his mouth and pulled out the bundle of cloth that had been stuffed inside.

The principal asked.
Is that your secret hobby?

A boy called out from behind him. His voice was weak. It was so fragile.

The warden spoke. No one moved. The warden twisted his jaw and looked back.

After a suffocating silence, one boy took a hesitant step forward. Then the others, inching closer, approached me. Five boys and one man surrounded me, looking down. The multiple pairs of eyes staring at me seemed to illuminate the darkness even brighter than the flashlight.
Eyes glowing in the darkness, stained with curiosity, disgust, contempt, and even lust, examined my body thoroughly. Lying beneath their gaze, I trembled. The boy standing behind me placed a hand on the back of my neck. It was a very warm hand.
I'm shaking.
The boy whispered, his voice trembling as much as my own. These boys, like me, had barely turned twenty. Yet, they looked so young. To my eyes, they seemed so innocent and vulnerable.