Straight men are being conquered left and right. I don't know whether he already had bisexual tendencies or if the environment changed him. In any case, happiness came too suddenly, and I couldn't recover from the shock.

I only saw his inexplicable smile as he said ambiguously, "You're so adorable."

I woke up from my daze and felt that he seemed somewhat different from the person I had in mind. However, people have many sides, and he just revealed another facet.

This face of his, will be the one to fall in love with me.

Of course, I also need to change my appearance in order to complement it, or rather, change my attributes. I have been pondering on how to become a "tempting target".

I posted to consult the broad fandom of fujoshis.

The answer can be summarized in three points:

1. Pretending to be innocent

2. Desire to resist but also willing to submit

3. A perky butt

Taking advantage of the fact that no one else was around, I widened my innocent eyes and watched him. Nonchalantly, I approached him, preferably accidentally falling into his embrace. Without any intentions of invading his personal space, I naturally and foolishly offered myself up.

When I "accidentally" knocked him down, I purposely raised my buttocks, making my butt even more enticing, and his gaze would slide along my waistline into the gap between my tailbones.

But the reality is, because the distance was too close, he only stared at my face.

The only good thing was that his gaze finally fell upon my lips.

But what I wanted was not this kind of unsatisfying kiss, or rather, it only made me thirstier.

When he kissed me, I didn't feel any sweetness or romance at all. I just felt depressed and irritated, wanting to push him away.

I endured this terrible kiss with all my strength, then felt him finally pay attention to my waist, and then he grabbed my butt.

Don't mention any kind of enjoyment, there is only that feeling as if being targeted by the boss, second-in-command, third-in-command, fourth-in-command, and fifth-in-command. The cold wind on the back suddenly surges up, as if it's a sensitive warning.

Soon after, the sound of footsteps followed. They all returned.

Before I could even react, the straight guy pushed me away.

I was stunned for half a second, feeling a chilling coldness engulf my entire body.

We didn't look at each other, as if we had never been close before. I'm not sure if they saw anything, but no one said a word, as if there was no need for any explanation.

I turned my head in confusion and looked towards the door. Five people walked in, with the eldest fourth brother leading the way. He was the one who had forcefully kissed me not long ago. I noticed that he sniffed the scent in the room and his gaze swept over me and the straight guy. There was no trace of hormones in the air, only awkwardness and indifference.

I lowered my head and walked through the room, then went to the hallway to smoke a cigarette.

I can't clearly say whether it's because of my pride or my foolishness, but I feel a slight burning sensation in my eyes.

I secretly went to buy lubricant and condoms. On the way, I turned back to buy a massage stick.

I just...suddenly can't believe that I will be treated gently.

When inserting something into your own body, you'll know how far you can go and when it's just unbearable, at least I can press pause. But the straight man... he's just a man who recently lost his virginity. I know what men are like, just like how I treat the submissive ones who willingly come to me, obeying their own selfish desires.

The thing that troubles me the most is this.

I plan to pretend to be sick and stay in the dormitory while the campus network is overloaded and everyone in the dormitory plans to go to the Internet cafe during the weekend. I will have nearly a day of alone time when I can close the curtains, take off my pants, and see what my butthole really looks like.

Then, I smoothly enjoyed myself and it was not in vain to be the receiver for once. Even if the straight guy's skills are lacking, I can gradually train him in the future.

Being alone is something rare and precious. The thing that used to scare me the most was when my parents would suddenly walk in while I was masturbating. Even if you did it while they were sleeping and hid under the covers, your mom would suddenly lift the blanket because she wanted to remind you not to play with your phone late at night. Or maybe they were also afraid of catching you watching gay porn instead of straight porn.

Often, the things we fear the most are the ones that are most likely to happen.

I washed my hands clean, then used hot water to disinfect the massage stick. Afterward, I hesitated whether to put a condom on it.

The process still feels shameful. I sat alone on the edge of the bed, the room silent while the noise outside the door grew louder. My ears, even more sensitive than before, attentively listened to the commotion outside. I was well aware that they would play all night and not return, and nobody would come knocking on my door. The classmates coming and going outside had nothing to do with me.

The feeling of tension and excitement tingled my nerves, making it difficult for me to focus on what was in my hands. So, I picked up everything and climbed onto the straight guy's bed, completely naked.

One still needs the excitement of fantasy.

At that moment, I smelled the scent of a typical "straight man" and I simply wanted to roll around on his bed. Everything was just so perfect - an empty room, intoxicating air, exhilarating nerves, and the props that could fulfill my body's desires.

I reached down between my thighs and found that it was already standing up, slowly becoming hard.

I have too much time now.

I tried to relax my nerves, caressed my body, closed my eyes, and began to imagine.

The face of the straight guy appeared, his once innocent expression, questioning us with confusion why we went out without him and stayed out all night. He feared being isolated by the members of our dormitory. We laughed ambiguously, saying we went to a bar, but it was too dirty, afraid it would taint his virgin body.

At that time, he hadn't realized our sexual orientation yet. There was a time when he got injured playing basketball, and his back was covered in bruises. A few of us chuckled and joked that it looked like the marks from a recent BDSM session. Later on, as we chatted without inhibitions, he attempted to join in, but caught on to something. Two guys?

We replied, "Yes, it's a man. Look down upon him, huh?"

He quickly denied it, saying "No, no." However, after two days of silence, it seems that apart from him, everyone in the dormitory is part of the same group. This fact has dealt him a blow and left him feeling confused.

At first, he was actually very cautious, afraid that his expression would make us think that he discriminates against homosexuals.

Time and time again, he even dared not to gaze at me for too long, afraid that I would misunderstand.

I found him privately and chatted with him. After thinking for a long time, he asked me, "Actually, there's not much difference between you guys and normal people, huh?"

I said, apart from not competing with you for women, we're all the same.

He laughed in relaxation.

However, my body warmed up at the thought of that smile, and I remembered the moment he said "yes," his gaze upon me, the meaning in his eyes.

When he kissed me before, there was no trace of disgust on his face.

He was even willing to touch me, if no one else had returned at that time, perhaps both of us would have already taken off our pants.

I squeezed lubricant into my palm and spread it on my buttocks. It was still quite difficult to open up, maybe I was too nervous. Surprisingly, my ears were still attentive to any movements outside the door.

Probably a bad habit developed over many years.

Reluctantly, I played GV on my mobile phone, put on my earphones, and finally felt a little more comfortable.

The prepared massage rod seemed too big, even though it was clearly of a normal size. I couldn't help but feel a little fearful, as if it would bite off my buttocks and leave me in pain for years. The thought of potential injury, tearing, and blood made me worry that the straight guy would discover someone had washed his bed sheets. So, I grabbed a towel and placed it under my buttocks.

I found it increasingly difficult to focus, and gradually realized that I was doing something so bizarre.

Many times, I lost my patience and thought about just inserting it without being fully lubricated. Let it hurt then, after all, every receiver has experienced this kind of pain. I took a deep breath, feeling my hand starting to cramp.

I had no clue at all. That elusive G-spot was even harder to find than I had imagined.

I explored my own body, wanting to enjoy it even more, but it was all an illusion. It didn't even compare to the intense realism of performance in GV. I cursed myself countless times, and in my disappointment and persistence, I finally felt the entrance becoming soft and moist.

There was a thin layer of sweat on my body. I opened the door and wanted to take advantage of this moment when I was in my best condition and enter slowly.

What I can tell you is that besides the moaning sounds of the uke in my headphones, I didn't hear anything.

I couldn't imagine whether the trembling in my hands was loud or gentle. All I felt was the heat in my body, just like in my head. Even my breath felt hot, and I was panting slightly. But at last, I had been waiting for this moment.

It's like many nights, I wait for the climax, praying that my mom doesn't wake up to go to the bathroom and accidentally catch sight of me.

In those few seconds, you would want to immerse yourself in the stimulation of the senses, hoping to forget that you are in a dangerous situation. However, forgetting is impossible.

If you can still remember my initial warning, you will be able to guess my current situation.

Yes, I forgot to lock the door.

I am truly convinced that they will not come back. In the past, we all used to stay in the internet cafe, fighting fiercely for two or three days without anyone being absent. I don't believe they will come back to see me. Our relationship is not good enough for that.

But they have really returned.

The fourth sibling held takeout and medicine in his hands, as he used a key to open the door and shouted, "Xiao Qi! We've brought dinner for you!"

My heart felt as if it was about to be hollowed out.

A situation that cannot be avoided at all.

You didn't have time to put on your pants, and you couldn't get rid of the thing vibrating between your legs. In your panic, you also lost your earphones. You could still manage to think, thankfully the sound from the GV didn't leak out. But the time for them to see your phone screen was getting closer and closer.

You can't figure out why you didn't lock it either.

In short, all of this happened.

You are the male protagonist of the live broadcast of GV, and your body is exposed to the eyes of others. At this moment, they are craving to have their way with you.

"Who said they would never become a zero?"

"Darling, what were you just doing?"

"He really... has a fever... and is acting restless."

"Oh my god, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to kill him right now."

The most scandalous incident in this school is about to happen. I curled up and retreated towards the corner of the wall, but they grabbed my legs and pulled me under the bed. Falling on the ground was painful, but it was far better than what was about to happen. The sinister smiles on their faces were terrifying. I trembled uncontrollably all over my body, surrounded by people while being completely naked. It was truly horrifying.

I overreacted to even the slightest bit of closeness.

I was on the verge of screaming and crying, but that would be too unmanly.

But when I saw that someone among them had a bulging crotch, I found it difficult to breathe and calm down. God, please let me leave this place.

I don't want to face these things.

I instinctively looked for a straight guy, but he wasn't there.

"Heh, we said we were coming back to take care of you, but he heard that everyone stopped playing games and went to accompany his girlfriend. What an idiot, do you still believe him?" Lao Si mocked me.

I felt a wave of dizziness and looked up at their faces, feeling unreal.

Then came a loud slap, hitting my face.

Okay, now they really can do whatever they want. They don't even need to forcefully take off my pants anymore, they don't even need to use lubrication. The roasted duck is already fragrant, all they have to do is open their mouths and eat.

It will be eaten by more than one person, and perhaps it will be eaten repeatedly.

A nauseating sensation surged, and you wouldn't want to know how it feels to be disgusted by your own dirtiness.

It's hard for me to describe how awful my expression was. I've gotten myself into trouble, and even if I were to faint, I'm afraid I would be woken up.

I cannot perform the heroic struggle of a heroine, enduring great pain yet sacrificing my dignity.

I have absolutely no way to save myself and no one is coming to rescue me.

"I don't want it, please... don't... plea..."

What could be more satisfying than crushing a man's self-esteem under your feet?

My chin was pinched, and I was swayed back and forth by someone, naked and watching.

"But we have no reason to let you go. Unless..."

"Unless what!"

"Unless, you have something to exchange with. For example... tell a story. Everyone hasn't had dinner yet, so entertain us. Tell a... more twisted story..." He slapped my butt lightly, "Just as twisted as you."

He glanced at the props not far away.

"What... What do you want to hear?"

"Um...whatever, as long as it's perverted enough."