جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 60

The air changed the moment Seraphiel understood. He didn’t shout. Didn’t drop the food. He just looked at Aldric. Then at me. Then back at Aldric. And something inside him snapped. The shove came out of nowhere. Seraphiel dropped the bags and slammed both hands into Aldric’s chest, hard enough to send him back a step. “You..” His voice shook. Not weak. Furious. “You couldn’t wait?” Aldric barely moved. He straightened slowly, gaze steady, lips curved faintly. That smug look. It was infuriating. “I didn’t force him,” Aldric said calmly. Seraphiel’s jaw tightened. “Shut up.” He looked like he wanted to swing. His fists clenched. His shoulders tensed. Every line of his body screamed restraint stretched to its breaking point. Watching someone kiss the person you.. No. I wasn’t going to finish that thought. Seraphiel stepped forward again. Aldric didn’t step back this time. He looked almost amused. That made it worse. I moved between them immediately. “Stop,” I sn

Aldric stayed inside me longer than necessary. His cock pulsed with lazy aftershocks, still thick enough to keep most of his load locked behind my rim. Every small shift sent another warm trickle sliding down the inside of my thigh, mixing with sweat and the faint lustful scent of cum. He didn’t pull out. He just held me pinned against the mirror, one forearm braced beside my head, the other hand splayed possessively over my lower stomach like he could feel the shape of himself bulging inside me. His breathing was slow. But I could feel the tension coiling in every muscle pressed to my back. Seraphiel hadn’t come in yet, perhaps he was hesitant? I clenched around him on purpose. His hips jerked once, involuntary, shoving another fat spurt of cum deeper. “You look jealous,” I said. “I am.” No denial this time. He finally eased out—slow, deliberate—letting me feel every veined inch drag against my swollen walls. When the fat head popped free, a thick rope of his cum

I should have gone straight back to the apartment after sending that single “Okay.” But the second I stepped onto campus the shame hit me like a freight train again, heavier than it had been in the sculpture garden. My ass still burned with every step into my boxer-briefs. So instead of turning toward their building I veered left, toward the old east-wing dorms where the official piano room, it was one of the arts I learned, quickly became a master.. the building had been outgrown. I wouldn't wander into the old east school buildings but right now four concrete walls and a dusty piano room felt safer than facing the two men who’d ruined me so thoroughly I couldn’t even look at myself in a mirror without getting hard. The hallway smelled like instant noodles and cheap body spray, perhaps it has been the frequent stop for tyrants and delinquents, the perfect spot when skipping campus classes. I kept my hoodie up, eyes on the floor, ignoring the curious glances. My phone buzze

The days bleed together now, gray and shapeless, like someone turned down the saturation on my entire life. I don’t know exactly when the weight settled in, maybe the first morning I woke up and couldn’t convince my legs to swing over the side of the bed, or the afternoon I sat staring at my locked phone screen until it went dark because the group chats had gone quiet. No more debate memes. No more “practice at 8?” texts. Just silence that presses against my eardrums like water. I mostly stay in the room they set up for me, we all slept together. Aldric hung blackout curtains without saying anything about it, I noticed them the second day and felt something twist in my chest, gratitude, maybe, or shame that I needed them. The bed is too big. The sheets smell like laundry detergent and nothing else. I sleep in pieces: three hours, then wide awake watching the clock tick, second hand going in useless circles. Every time I close my eyes the seven minutes replay. Lila’s hand on my arm. M

The door opened slowly, like whoever was on the other side was afraid of what they’d find. Lila stepped inside, alone, no friends, no phone in her hand almost like she wanted us to see she came in peace. She looked smaller than I remembered. Hoodie too big, sleeves bunched at her wrists, eyes red and puffy like she’d been crying for days. Her hair was messy, strands sticking to damp cheeks. She stopped just inside the threshold, arms wrapped around herself the same way I’d been doing for weeks. The apartment felt even smaller with her in it. Aldric stayed by my side on the couch, one hand resting lightly on my knee. Seraphiel stood near the door, arms crossed, body angled so he could block her path if she tried anything stupid. Neither of them spoke. They waited for me. I couldn’t look away from her. She opened her mouth, closed it, tried again. “I’m sorry,” she said. The words came out cracked, barely audible. “I… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Not like this.”