The Nerdy Omega’s Three Protectors のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Aiden's POVI have always hated mirrors, they always told the same story, thin shoulders, a narrow chest and messy red hair that refuses to lie flat no matter how much water I use on it. At twenty one, in a school that I never really belong to, I still look like the type of guy teachers asked to carry books rather than someone anyone took seriously. Most people at my formal school barely noticed me but to be honest, I actually liked it that way, it's quiet and safe with no drama.But, the moment I started schooling at Aetherhold Academy and living with my three roommates, Jordan, Macmillan and Orlando, invisibility became something hard for me.Aetherhold Academy is an Academy meant for powerful people, people with supernatural powers, however I have nothing, I can’t even command a spoon to stir up my cereal.I was invited by the school for mysterious reasons that I don’t know. Being the only human around powerful people made me a thing of bullying.I don’t mind though, I’d rather

Aiden's POVI stood in front of the teacher's office, my heart pounding in my chest not because I just ran all the way here but because I was scared.I can't lose my scholarship, I did everything I could to get it because I knew I wouldn't be able to sponsor myself to school and I can't depend on my parents.The cold air that hit my behind reminded me that my pants are torn. Breathing in and out, I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants before knocking on the door.The teacher told me to come in which I did. "You sent for me? Mr Reginald." I inquired, trying hard to sound calm.Mr Reginald had his back facing me, he was going through some files stacked up in his office.Looking over his shoulder, he said "Yes I did, give me a moment." He went back to what he was doing. A few minutes later he finally stopped searching, he walked to his desk with a blue file in his hand, he dropped it on his desk before sitting on it.Mr Reginald is a tall and well built man, he gives off spotter energy.

Jordan's POVI don't know how long I've been sitting here on this toilet seat, holding Aiden's boxer briefs.For a while now I've been concealing my feelings for my roommate. I know I am not his type, I know he won't accept someone like me.So I hid my feelings and suppressed them, dying in silence.But, when he showed me his vulnerable side two weeks ago, the feelings I'd be pressing down suddenly overflowed.He cried on my chest, he let me hold him and comfort him, he let me touch him.I heard a loud noise like someone was breaking it, I quickly stood up with his boxer briefs still in my hand and rushed over.Aiden was all alone in the room, if something happens to him I won't be able to forgive myself.However, when I heard Macmillan's loud laugh I knew it was nothing serious, it was just Macmillan and something tells me he's brought a girl from the club over.I leaned against the toilet sink, my back pressing against it while I massaged my throbbing dick through my pants.The rea

Mysterious Stranger’s POVThe boy was light, carrying him was no sweat. Slender and fragile, just how I like. Once I got him out from under the bar’s neon haze and into the back of the cab. His head lolled against my shoulder the whole ride, breath shallow and uneven, lips parted like he was still trying to form words that never quite made it out. I kept one arm looped around his waist, casual to anyone watching, possessive to anyone who mattered. The driver didn’t bother to ask questions. It’s normal around here to go out with your partner and come back drunk, I guess that’s what he’s thinking.My hotel room wasn’t very far from the bar, it was the kind of hotel that don’t ask questions when you come back late or with an unconscious person.Third floor, corner room, soundproofed enough that the hallway carpet swallowed our footsteps. I carried him the last few steps, bridal style, because why not indulge the irony? And kicked the door shut behind us.Inside, the lights were l

**Aiden's POV**"When I left the room, I stumbled straight into a tight situation. A group of construction workers catcalled me with crude, vulgar comments that made my skin crawl. Heart pounding, I bolted into the nearest building, a bar, without realizing it was a gay bar.""I ordered a simple glass of water, the cool liquid soothing my dry throat. But before I could finish it, a stranger slid onto the stool beside me and ordered me another drink. I politely refused, but he kept insisting, his voice low and insistent, until I finally took a reluctant sip. The drink tasted oddly sweet, with a faint chemical tang that I dismissed as imagination.'"I didn’t know he had spiked it."" My consciousness slipped away in a dizzying blur. When I briefly came to, I was in the back seat of a moving car, the leather cold against my skin and the low hum of the engine vibrating through my body. Then everything went black again."He took me to his room and...My voice cracked. Hot, salty tears spil