LOGINFinn blinked blankly as he stared at the screen. He tried to suppress the happiness in his heart as he read the message. It was a message asking him to meet the senior at a gay bar downtown.It was about an hour away from the school. Finn didn't hesitate. Knowing that the senior wanted to see him again, the happiness filled him up, making him hop as he waited for the cab he called. "I'm on my way." He replied as he entered the designated cab. *******Finn got to the bar. The noise and the showy colors dazzled him for a moment before his eyes refocused, settling on the people in the room. There were many. All men. Some were tall and burly while some looked petite and beautiful. Finn looked at this number of people with furrowed brows. He stood at the door, unsure what to do next. His eyes searched the room, but there was no sight of Franklin at all. The thought made Finn uneasy. He was about to leave when he suddenly felt his wrist being grabbed. Someone pulled him forwar
[DING! Affection +5]Finn was slightly taken aback. Even when the senior was playing with him earlier, he hadn't received any notification from the system, which got him worried, but when he wasn't doing anything, he suddenly received it?Did that mean that the senior didn't like playing with him? For some inexplicable reason, Finn felt displeased with the thought and the displeasure shown on his beautiful face. He no longer insisted on his words and instead took a few steps back as if to avoid the second target who didn't like playing with him. Finn's lips pursed. "I'll go then." He said and turned around to leave. He didn't want to stay any longer. The senior didn't like him and... he had to think of ways to make the senior do so. Finn walked toward the door, ready to leave. He had just opened the door when he heard the senior call his name. Turning around, he saw the senior whose expression had returned to normal. "Let's exchange contact." He said. Finn raised a brow. He h
CHAPTER 23Finn hugged his knees on the couch. He had been cleaned by the second target and had even been dressed up, but he was too tired to do anything else. His butt wasn't aching like it did when he first did it with Niam, but his waist hurt a bit. The second target had done him for hours, and he was truly exhausted. Finn glanced at the second target, who was busy working in the room, arranging the things that had been scattered and cleaning all traces in the room. Finn was thinking hard. The second target hadn't said a word to him ever since they were done. Could it be that he hadn't played enough? Or was he annoyed?'System, did the favorability increase?'He already played with the second target, right?[Yes. 5%]'5%?' He could remember that Niam's favorability points were about twenty percent when they met back then. Why were the second targets so low?[You are like a stranger to him right now] The system explained. Stranger?Finn didn't understand. His body ached, an
Finn didn't understand why Franklin touched his lips, but seeing the smile on Franklin's face, he felt like the situation wasn't as bad as it used to be and the senior seemed to have fully forgiven him. So, he relaxed. "Play? Do you want to play?" He asked softly, looking into those strange eyes. Finn couldn't understand what Franklin was thinking. The target's eyes looked exactly like Niam's eyes whenever they were being intimate at home, but it seemed even stronger and... scary? Finn shook his head. The target wasn't scary. The target had forgiven him. Franklin's thumb brushed his lips, and their faces were only inches away from each other. Finn kept quiet. He wanted to see how the second target wanted to play.But his thoughts froze when the target's lips pressed on his.Finn's eyes widened. He instinctively wanted to struggle, but Franklin bit his lower lip harshly. Wincing, his lips parted, and Franklin pushed his tongue in, deepening the kiss. The kiss was rough and a
Finn's eyes widened the moment the word left his mouth. He quickly covered his mouth and blinked rapidly. His heart raced even faster. He had slipped up. Would the second target hate him even more now?The system's interface showed before him, and the screen flickered, showing numerous watermarks as if it were about to explode from malfunctioning. Finn felt even more guilty. Franklin's expression also changed. He looked at Finn with furrowed brows, and the pen he held between his fingers dropped with a light thud on the table. He rubbed his brows and sighed roughly. "Second target?" His voice was low and deadly. "Come over here." He ordered. Finn's knees buckled. He shook his head, trying to stay in a place without moving, but his body seemed to be under an unknown spell. He stepped forward before he stopped himself. Standing right in front of Franklin's paper-filled desk, Finn bit his lower li
The night was extremely awful for Finn. He couldn't stop his tears no matter what, and nothing Niam said worked for him. He was sad. He didn't mean to tarnish the second target's image that way. He didn't mean to annoy the second target either. But he couldn't help it. He was born with a learning disability... or maybe it was the loss of memory, which made him that way. There was nothing he could do...His heart was pained. The next morning, his eyes were swollen and red as he prepared for school. Standing before the mirror, he stared at his puffy face for a while, and a sigh escaped his lips. "Baby, why don't you skip today's class? You don't look too well." Niam wrapped his arms around Finn's waist. His voice sounded worried. Finn stared at the handsome face resting on his shoulder and shook his head. "No, I need to apologize to him." He replied softly. Niam's expression changed slightly. "Is that necessary?" His voice was a little hoarse. But Finn didn't seem to notice any c







