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Ivy's side of campus was quieter than the main quad, but her dorm room was not quiet at all. Her boyfriend had her bent over the desk, one of her knees up on the chair, back arched, palms flat on the wood while he fucked her from behind in deep, hard thrusts. Every stroke pushed a moan out of her. The desk scraped the wall. Her hoodie was half off one shoulder. His hand was in her hair, not gentle, holding her in place while his hips slammed against hers.“Fuck…ah…don’t stop…fuck me harder” she screamed.He leaned over her back and kissed the side of her neck, open-mouthed, rough, then bit lightly as he thrust harder.“You take it so fucking well,” he groaned.Ivy moaned louder, pushing back to meet him. One of his hands slid under her and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he kept pounding into her. The mix made her thighs shake.“Oh my god…right there…shit…”He pulled her up by the hair just enough to kiss her sideways, messy and hungry, tongues clashing while he kept fucking

Zy's POVI barely slept.Ivy left just after dawn with coffee on the nightstand and a look that said she would come back the second I called. The house was already awake under me. Soft footsteps. A cupboard closing too hard. The kind of quiet that meant my parents were waiting for the next piece of damage.I finished the scholarship statement at 7:12 a.m.It still did not feel like enough.Then the new email landed.*MANDATORY STUDENT CONDUCT MEETING — 10:00 A.M.*Not scholarship review?.Student conduct.My stomach dropped so hard I had to put both hands on the desk.Dad was in the doorway before I closed the laptop.“We are coming with you.”“No.”“This is a university matter now. You are not walking into that room alone.”“If all of you speak for me,” I said, “they will never hear my version. Only yours.”Mom appeared behind him, face tight.“Zy, this is not the time to prove a point.”“I am not proving a point. I am answering for my own life.”Dad’s jaw locked.“If this goes wrong

Zy's POVGrant did not let me recover.I was still face-down on the couch, breathing like I had run through fire, when he pulled out just long enough to drag me up by the waist and turn me into his lap. My legs straddled him. My thighs were slick. His cock was still hard under me, thick and wet from everything he had already put inside me.“Again,” he said.“Grant…”“You are not leaving this apartment with that look on your face.” His hands gripped my hips. “Ride me.”I sank down onto him slowly and still moaned like it hurt in the best way. He filled me to the limit. My forehead dropped against his while I adjusted, pussy fluttering around the stretch.Then he thrust up into me hard.“Fuck—”“Move.”I did. I braced my hands on his shoulders and started riding him, rising and dropping, taking him deep on every stroke. Grant’s mouth found my breast and sucked hard, teeth scraping my nipple while his hands forced my hips down harder. The wet sound of me sliding on his cock filled the roo

Zy's POVThe post had five thousand reactions by morning.I know because Ivy sent the screenshot at 6:12 a.m. with no caption, which was worse than a paragraph. By the time I unlocked my phone fully, the rest had piled in. Classmates. Numbers I had never saved. A girl from my seminar asking if my parents were okay like that was politeness and not gossip with a bow on it.Downstairs, the house sounded normal in a way that felt fake. Kettle. Plates. Dad’s chair scraping back. I put on clean clothes and pulled my hair into something that looked controlled. It did not help my face.Mom tried first.“You can stay home today.”“And let the post be the last thing people see of me? No.”Dad did not even look up from his phone. “You go to campus, you keep your head down, and you do not go near that boy.”I took my bag and left before the argument could densify into another full war.Ivy met me by the east gate like she had been standing there long enough to get cold.“You look like shit,” she

Zy found out from a calendar notification that was not hers.Her mother’s phone sat face-up on the kitchen counter while water boiled uselessly behind it. The screen showed a mid-morning appointment already accepted:Scholarship Office — Transfer Feasibility InquiryZy stared at the words long enough for the kettle to click off.“You booked a meeting about moving me?,” she said.Mom turned from the cupboard too quickly. Dad was in the doorway with his car keys, which answered the rest.“We were going to tell you after,” Mom said.“After what? After you asked strangers if they could ship me out of my own life?”Dad’s voice was steady in the way he used when he had already decided he was right. “After we found out whether it is possible. Your funding is paused. Your name is all over that campus. If the award can transfer, we would be stupid not to ask.”Zy’s laugh came out thin. “So the plan is to disappear me.”“The plan is to protect you,” Mom said. “There are other universities. Quie