“Jérôme pressed his hips against me, and my body jolted forward. A moan escaped my parted lips.“Uhn…”It was a nasal sound—one I’d never made in my life. I didn’t try to stop it. My mouth simply wouldn’t close.“Looks like he likes it.”Hugh said. Simon asked,“Shall we roll him over, Jérôme? If you want to do it face-to-face, go ahead.”“Then I’ll have to pull his pants down.”Jérôme said. My pants and underwear were tangled around my ankles. Suddenly a warm hand touched my ankle—it was Simon’s. The weight on my ankle lifted.“Slide them off a bit.”Simon said.Jérôme withdrew. I lost count of how many hands touched me as I was turned onto my back. I blinked dully. My head lolled to the side. Bright summer sunlight poured in through the wide-open window.I felt my legs spread apart. When I looked down, Jérôme was kneeling at my crotch, prying my knees apart with one hand, then thrusting his hips forward. His erection pressed inside me again. His flushed face came into view, excitement burning his cheeks bright red.“Ah—!”He drove into me forcefully, so that my back rubbed against the rug. A moan involuntarily escaped me. My neck couldn’t hold steady and flopped to the side. Through my blurred vision I saw green trees swaying in the breeze beyond the window.“Uhn… so cute, Raymond… you look stunned, haah… let me see your face.”Jérôme suddenly touched my cheek. I felt nothing there—only the intense sensation of him inside me.“Shall we stand him up?”Simon asked from the side, his hand brushing against my erection.“Try bending him over. That’ll tighten him up nicely.”Jérôme replied.Simon began moving his hand gently up and down my shaft. At the same moment, Jérôme’s thrusts pressed harshly against me from inside.“Uhh!”I cried out. Jérôme quickened his pace. His cock pounded and crushed me with each thrust.“Ah, ah, ah…!”Every time he drove in, a dizzying wave of pleasure shot through my head. My belly pinched, my groin throbbed, and I instinctively tried to move with him. I didn’t even realize tears were running down my face. Simon’s hand around my erection was speeding up too.With one hand pushing from behind and the other pulling in front, my body writhed. I kicked weakly at the floor. My toes curled. My vision flashed white, a chill running down my spine as I squeezed my buttocks tight. My head flung back on its own. Hugh, who’d been sitting beside me, pressed his lips to mine. His tongue tangled with mine, and I gasped for air. His mouth greedily sucked and stroked, and it felt like I might pass out on the spot…“Uh, Hugh, move aside! Raymond, ah, on your face, I’m gonna…”Jérôme pulled out from beneath me. As soon as Hugh shifted his weight, Jérôme’s cock was pressed against my face again. He spilled his cum onto my mouth. Warm fluid pooled on my lips and dribbled down toward my ear. He rubbed himself against my mouth and lips, moaning low in pleasure.But it didn’t end there. Simon wrapped his fingers firmly around my shaft and, as he moved faster, my mouth automatically opened. Jérôme’s cock slid inside me again, firm and heavy, pressing to the back of my throat. I swallowed around him as he came, my hips lifting and trembling. My head spun… my vision blurred… I felt like I couldn’t breathe and was about to die…When Jérôme finally withdrew, I collapsed onto the floor. I had no thought of pulling my legs together or wiping away the mess on my face. My body still trembled in aftershocks of pleasure, and through my haze I began to make out the faces of the three boys looming over me.“Simon’s not in on this, right?”Hugh asked. Only then did I realize Simon was brushing my hair back from my forehead.“Mm.”Simon answered.“Filthy.”Hugh said.“Raymond, that was awesome. Raymond, Raymond, Raymond! You enjoyed it too, right?”Jérôme kissed my cum-stained lips and asked, his eyes shining with triumph. But they didn’t really expect an answer. They left me on the floor and began to stand, talking among themselves.My body, still quivering, jerked against the rug once more. Then the afterglow faded and my limbs went cold. Through my tilted gaze I saw Jérôme and Simon’s black shoes moving away. They disappeared from view, and I heard the refrigerator door opening somewhere in the kitchen. I clung to consciousness but felt I could pass out any second. I had no strength in my fingers. All I could hear was their low conversation.“Why didn’t we stick to the plan?”Simon asked. Hugh answered.“I noticed last night that he’d caught on. No need to follow the original plan.”Jérôme said with a laugh in his voice.“Worked out fine. I thought it might take too long to catch him if he tried to run.”Hugh teased him.“That’s your problem. You pamper him too much and he tries to crawl right into your lap. When you’re fixing a habit, you’ve got to be thorough.”Hugh continued.“Look at Jérôme’s neck and hands—scratch marks everywhere. What are we gonna do? It’s summer; he can’t even wear a turtleneck.”Jérôme replied offhandedly,“Like Raymond ever has any right to hit us back?”Hugh shot back,“So why did you beat him with the crop?”At that, Jérôme laughed. Simon changed the subject.“You can hide the neck with a shirt collar.”Then Hugh picked on Simon too.“Same to you. Go wash your face. How’d you even get a nosebleed?”They spoke and moved as if I weren’t there. Soon Simon returned from the bathroom, carefully avoiding me as though I were trash. The three boys shifted to the couch and began chatting casually. In my dazed vision, I saw my pocketknife lying on the floor—Hugh must have dropped it.Suddenly I felt every sensation return, as if thrown into a raging inferno: the stinging pain in my asshole from Hugh’s cum, the sticky residue in my ear from Jérôme’s, the bruises [N O V E L I G H T] from our struggle, the burning pain of Hugh’s slaps. The physical pain pulled me back from the edge of fear.I feigned weakness and slowly turned my head. Jérôme, Simon, and Hugh were seated on the couch, their backs to me, engrossed in conversation. I reached out quickly and grabbed the pocketknife.They won’t stop this hunting game until they’ve seen the real end… But is the ending owned only by their hands? Do they have the sole right to decide this? If they really think that, then I’ll slit those arrogant throats with this cute little knife they mocked.Ding.At six o’clock the bell rang. Jérôme, Simon, and Hugh all left the room. Until they walked out, I lay on the rug, pants around my ankles. They never glanced back, talking about dinner and the exam in a few days. They were insane—beating and raping me for two months, then chatting about meals and exams as if nothing had happened.As I lay there, trembling with shame, fear slowly evaporated. The terror that had ruled me shifted into anger at my humiliation and defeat, and strength began to return to my body. As soon as the door shut behind them, I lay flat on my back and stared at the gray stone ceiling, reconstructing what had just happened.It no longer hurt. My mouth was torn and bleeding into my throat, but it just tasted metallic. The wounds I’d received in the fight stung sharply, clearing my mind instead of clouding it.They raped me and discarded me like trash. Today’s game is over. They seemed to leave without regret once victory was assured—but behind their backs, they already prepared the next game and set the bait. Thinking back, it’s always been like that. I’ve been flung around by them in ignorance. In the next game, I have to seize the initiative. I’ll overturn their board and invite them into one of my own making.But how…? How can I devise a cunning plan sophisticated enough to fool those cautious, shrewd maniacs, when I still know so little about them?Then I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu—not for myself, but for the countless others who must have lain on this rug before me…Six predecessors who’d lain here.Who were they? How did they fight? How did they resist? How did they break and lose? What end did they meet? Did they leave any clues for their successors…?My mind cleared in an instant. What I needed to think about wasn’t how to take revenge on Jérôme and his crew, but who these bastards really were and what their patterns were. I’d learn that from my predecessors.Now that I knew what I had to do, strength flowed back into my body. I pushed up with my hands, managed to kneel, and stood. I planted my toes firmly and remained still. Semen trickled down my thigh and dripped from my ear, but it was no longer a mark of shame—it was just semen. I gripped the pocketknife tightly and headed for the bathroom.After washing myself, I changed into fresh clothes. As a last resort, I took the packet of photos I’d hidden under the mattress and slipped it into my sock, then dressed normally so I wouldn’t look suspicious.On the surface I looked perfectly fine—not at all like someone who’d just been raped. But beneath my clothes, my arms were bruised, my mouth torn, my lip split, and my cheek—where Hugh struck me—swollen and painful. There was nothing to be done but wait for the swelling to go down.Once I was ready, I went down to the dining hall. I wasn’t in the mood to eat, but I wanted those lunatics to see me—wanted to show myself to them. I grabbed a plate of salad and sat among the students who knew me by sight. Someone noticed my cheek.“Boxing match gone wrong? You got hit once and that cheek blew up.”I touched my swollen cheek and offered that excuse. Most believed me—after all, the school had a boxing ring and club. I watched the students carefully. Someone here must know the dorm’s secret. Even in a school with frequent transfers, it was rare to change roommates seven times. Someone must have noticed odd things happening on the top floor.From now on I’d keep in mind the onlookers who might suspect something, because I wouldn’t know who among them was a bystander and who was in on it. And someone would slip up—nobody could be as thorough as Jérôme’s gang. They were… a special kind of madman.When I finished eating and stood up, I ran into the trio from the top floor. None of them looked surprised. Jérôme even grinned broadly as if he’d been waiting for me. They were all disgusting.Hugh said,“You’re up already?”He once had a friendly face—but now both the face and his words made me sick.“I thought you’d be crying in your room.”Jérôme answered,“Raymond doesn’t cry.”He gave me a shy smile.“He’s tough, right?”“Yeah. Tough.”I forced a grin.“Want to go for tea?”Jérôme’s eyes gleamed.“It’d be my honor, Raymond.”So there I was, sitting and having tea with the ones who’d raped me just half an hour ago. The atmosphere was congenial—yet a cold fury had solidified in my gut. I would have my revenge, at a time and in a way they couldn’t anticipate.But not yet.

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