I woke up, but my eyes were closed. I could feel my body clearing. The unfamiliar tightness in my chest was gone, and my genitals were no longer uncomfortable. Judy's clothes had all served their purpose and vanished. With my eyes closed, I reminisced about my last memory.The dorm master and I had sex. I'd been gang raped by the previous five boys, but it was different with the dorm master. We had sex. While the dorm master was thrusting into me, I wrapped my thighs around his waist and pulled him in deeper. I thrust my breasts and moaned as he licked and bit my nipples.I didn't ejaculate, but the dorm master ejaculated twice. He flipped me over and made me suck the boys' cocks while he fucked me from behind. When everyone was somewhat satisfied, I was able to release.

As the afterglow of the orgy faded, the boys felt a surge of shame. After the dorm master had used all the boys, he stopped helping them rationalize their actions. He remained silent and led the boys down the stairs. At that moment, I remembered the flashlight beaming dizzily down the stairs. I remembered the cheap orange light that had spread across the historic stone walls, slowly fading into darkness. I remembered the sound of my footsteps, much heavier and slower than when I'd climbed the stairs, but also impatient and panicked.I pitied the young and naive boys that night, but in truth, I was the youngest and most naive of all that night. It was a shallow innocence. Foolish and ignorant innocence always had a price to pay.I opened my eyes. I saw a wide-open window. The curtains billowed and sank gently as the breeze blew. Beyond the window, a leafy tree, its branches draped against the tall, blue sky, hung against the window. I blinked slowly and lowered my gaze. This was Simon's room and mine, and I was lying on the bed. Simon was sitting next to me.Simon sat in his chair, arms crossed, back straight, eyes closed. I just stared at him in silence, waiting for him to open his eyes.Simon finally opened his eyes after a long time. He blinked, as if startled by my sight. With a feigned indifference, but a worried voice, he asked:"How are you feeling, Raymond?"

Instead of answering, I blinked slowly and stared at Simon. Simon reached out. A hand as warm as the spring sun touched my forehead. I closed my eyes quietly. Only when the hand lifted from my forehead did I open my eyes again. Simon looked at me.

"You don't have a fever. You'll be fine."

I didn't respond to that either. We remained silent. Simon touched my cheek. I closed my eyes. I closed my eyes and gently rubbed my cheek against Simon's hand. It was a small, delicate gesture, almost imperceptible. But Simon would have noticed. No, he already knew. The hand on my cheek remained frozen, motionless. A moment later, the hand that had been caressing my cheek slowly moved down. It caressed my cheek, stroked my chin, brushed the back of my neck, and then crawled under the covers.

I lay motionless. Eyes closed, still… silent… dead… . Simon's hand rested on my chest, motionless. He seemed to feel my pounding heart. My heart pounded. Simon's hand must have felt that movement perfectly. Simon placed his hand on my chest and stayed like that for a while. I, too, closed my eyes and lay like a corpse.Finally, Simon spoke.

His voice shook with passion. It was a voice I'd never heard before. But I never opened my eyes to see his face. Never."Open your eyes."Finally, Simon spoke softly. I opened my eyes. Simon ran a hand through my hair. He continued.

"I have to go take the test."

At those words, I sat up. My body felt light. I sat quietly with my feet out of bed. Simon pushed the chair away and brought me a bathrobe. I took off my pajamas and put on the robe. I watched silently as Simon put on my slippers.

When I left the room, George was in the living room, as usual, sitting on the corner of the sofa, fiddling with his laptop. George observed my complexion but didn't speak. Simon opened the bathroom door. He came into the bathroom with me and took off my robe. I stood still.

Simon turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and returned. He sat me in the bathtub and turned on the warm shower head. Simon cleaned me thoroughly. He washed my hair, washed my face, and soaped my body. He toweled me dry, put me back in my robe, and dried my hair.When I came out of the bathroom, George was still there. He simply observed me silently. Simon brought me into his room and dressed me. I lifted my feet one by one as he put on my underwear, and when he put on my pants, I tucked them inside myself. Finally, when Simon knelt before me, put on my shoes, and tied my laces, we were all ready.I left the dormitory with Simon. He took my hand. The weather was beautiful. We walked hand-in-hand across the summer-sunlit campus. Simon walked me to the classroom where I was taking my exam.

"You didn't even take your math test, did you? So you have to do well on this one," Simon said. I didn't answer.Simon opened the classroom door. "I'll come get you."

The final exam was a philosophy exam. I handed in my answers and left the classroom.

It wasn't Simon, but George, who was waiting outside the classroom. George, wearing his indoor slippers, stared at me without blinking. I stood at the classroom door, motionless. George waved his hand. I approached him. George started walking first, and I followed a couple of steps behind him.

We sat on a bench overlooking the stables. George remained silent, and I didn't say anything. I sat with my hands resting quietly on my knees. The sun-dappled backs of my hands were turning golden.

George suddenly poked his head out and stared intently at me. He said,"Who is this punk trying to fool?"

Instead of answering, I blinked and looked at George. George stared at me with his clear, pale blue eyes."Innocent Simon might have been fooled, but not me."

I still didn't answer. George suddenly slapped me in the face. My head jerked back. I stayed there, still. George slapped me again. This time, I slipped off the bench. I collapsed on the grass, still. I felt a sharp gaze fixed on my skull. I could hear the students' boisterous laughter in the distance. Exams were drawing to a close, so many students were out on the school grounds. Even though we were far away, their laughter hit me clearly.

I silently looked down at the neatly mowed lawn, then cautiously raised my head. George was looking at me. I looked into his eyes. His face was unreadable. Once again, George's hand rose.I shouted.

George slapped me in the face. I couldn't dodge. When I was slapped, tears fell. They streamed down my flushed cheek. I looked up at George, my vision blurred by tears. George raised his hand mercilessly again. I threw myself at George's feet, hugged my knees, and rubbed my face. My tears soaked George's dark blue cotton pants.

I lifted my tear-soaked face and looked at George. George had already lowered his hand and was staring blankly at me. He reached out and stroked my hair. My body froze, unsure if the caressing hand would suddenly turn into a grip on the back of my head. But George simply stroked it. I trembled, then buried my face in George's lap again, and he stroked my hair with even gentler hands."I'm disappointed in you, Raymond."George spoke in a dry voice, his expression devoid of any hint of disappointment. At those words, I suddenly looked up. Contrary to my expectations, George didn't punish me again. He simply stared at my face, rubbing my cheek against his knee, with a cold gaze."I didn't expect much, but I would have been delighted if you had really killed me."George's gaze was suddenly fixed on a spot beyond my back. I followed his gaze and turned my head. I saw Jerome emerging from the stables. Jerome, seemingly unaware of us, expertly rode his horse out of sight.

I looked at Jerome, then back at George. George was staring intently at my face, studying my expression with a blatant gaze. The tears that had just stopped welling up in my eyes began to well up again. George tapped my cheek with the back of his hand, where the tears were streaming down my face. It didn't hurt, but my body was stiff with tension.

He called.

I answered immediately.

I didn't answer. It didn't seem like he wanted an answer.

I didn't answer."It's okay, Raymond. Do whatever you want. Even if it's fake, it's cute when you cry and plead."George grabbed my chin, caressing it with his fingertips, and then let go. I saw Hugh approaching behind George. We must have been waiting for him. Hugh sat down next to George and gave him a casual kiss. They looked at each other lovingly and exchanged greetings. Only then did Hugh show any interest in me. He looked curiously at my tear-stained face and the hand that was clasped around George's knee."What's wrong with him?"Hugh asked."He probably wants to pretend to give in right now. He's cute, so I'm just letting him be."George replied affectionately.Hugh burst out laughing. He grinned brightly and patted my hair."Yes, yes, do whatever you want, Raymond. It's okay."He added, his deep blue eyes shining. "I won't be able to last tonight anyway."Hugh and George sat me down in front of them, chatting as usual. They were like a couple with a dog. During their conversation, Hugh let my face rest on his lap. He stroked my hair, then touched my cheek, and talked about exams.

It was a peaceful moment. Their conversations were mostly about exams and vacation destinations, not much different from the conversations we had with Carl's regular friends back in the day. We returned to the dormitory only after seeing Jerome return to the stables. Hugh and George walked ahead, and I followed closely behind.

Simon was in the dormitory. He clenched his jaw when he saw my tear-stained face. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom to wash my face. He sat me down on a bathroom stool and wiped my face with a soft towel, then looked at me intently. He knelt down, rested his arm on my thigh, and looked up at me thoughtfully.

He closed his eyes gently. A moment later, Simon's trembling fingertips touched my face. He stroked his cheek, flushed red from George's slap."I'm sorry."

Simon apologized.

"But I had to be on Hugh's side."

I didn't answer."I want to hold you..."

Simon's arms wrapped around my waist. He buried his face in my embrace and whispered quietly."I want to be inside you."

I sat still. Simon, too, held me tightly and ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) exhaled quietly.Ding.

The bell rang, signaling four o'clock. Hugh's voice greeted Jerome. Simon's body temperature seemed to fade as he lifted his head from his embrace. Simon's hand touched the corner of his eye. I opened my eyes. Simon was looking at me with a stoic expression. He rose and took my hand. I took Simon's hand and left the bathroom. Jerome, who had been talking with Hugh, turned to me, his face ablaze with curiosity. I stood there holding Simon's hand, staring at Jerome silently.

Jerome grinned. He strode over to me and grabbed both my arms. Jerome casually let go of Simon's hand and stared intently at my face. Simon stared at him for a moment, then walked over to the sofa where Hugh and George were sitting. Jerome paid him no attention.

Jerome grabbed my arm and shook it wildly. Like a puppet with its strings pulled, it stayed where you wanted it to go. Jerome looked at my face with amazement.

I didn't answer.

Jerome yanked my arm back, causing me to collapse into his arms. In that brief moment, Jerome whispered faintly. "This won't do, Raymond."Jerome's whisper was so fleeting that no one noticed. Jerome gave me a firm, affectionate hug and then let me go. He held me close.

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