Honestly, sex itself wasn’t such a big deal, even if it had been my first time. But to Hoàng Tuấn, what had just happened felt nothing short of a dream come true.
After we finished, he held onto me as if he might lose me if he let go. Every now and then, he’d ask softly whether I was hurting anywhere. Just hearing that made my heart feel warm. I knew I’d given my first time to someone who truly deserved it.
We were both wide awake, floating in that lingering afterglow, unable to sleep. We lay there cuddling, and I scrolled through my phone, showing him random things.
Suddenly, Minh Phong messaged me privately.
“So? You alive yet? Bet you’re ‘healed’ already, huh?”
He hadn’t even come by earlier when everyone rushed into the room. How the hell did he know?
I typed back, “I was dying and you didn’t even check on me. What kind of bullshit is that?”
Minh Phong sent a sarcastic laughing emoji, then replied, “Dying my ass. If you were ‘dying,’ you wouldn’t be bouncing like that. If you weren’t sick, you’d have ridden Tuấn until his dick snapped.”
My heart skipped. “Fuck! How do you know?!”
He sent me a link.
I tapped it—and my screen lit up with a live camera feed.
The angle was unmistakably from across the room.
I jerked my head up. Across from our bed was the TV. Behind it was just a blank wall… except now that I looked closely, something small was attached to the TV stand. I’d thought it was just a signal light earlier and didn’t pay attention.
Turns out Minh Phong had installed a hidden camera when he brought my luggage into the room.
“What the fuck…” I muttered.
Minh Phong replied, “Too bad I missed the beginning—was out drinking. The spooning part didn’t show shit though. Anyway, congrats on losing your virginity.”
I showed the phone to Hoàng Tuấn, feeling awkward and embarrassed.
He walked over to the TV, checked behind it, then said calmly, “It’s fine. There’s no memory card. Nothing’s recorded. And if Phong had bad intentions, he wouldn’t have told you.”
I texted back, “So how many rooms did you bug? Let me see.”
Three more links came in immediately.
We’d rented five rooms in total. Aside from Thế Sang and Ngọc Linh’s room, every other room had a camera installed by Minh Phong.
Minh Phong and Bá Kiên were getting more dangerous by the day. Not just horny—straight-up perverted. What made it worse was that they had plenty of money to fund their little hobbies.
I tapped into another feed—Minh Phong’s room.
Despite being a private room, it was spacious. That was probably why Thế Sang suggested moving the drinking party there. The room was still crowded: Minh Phong, Bá Kiên, Thế Sang, Ngọc Linh, Quốc Bảo, Vũ Linh, Tùng Dương, and Minh Khôi. The others had already gone back to rest.
The drinking had gone on for over an hour. Everyone was a little drunk.
Minh Phong pulled out an essential oil diffuser and poured in a large bottle of oil.
I leaned over and whispered to Hoàng Tuấn, “This is bad. We should run before things get out of hand.”
Hoàng Tuấn just smiled and kept watching with me.
As soon as the diffuser turned on, Ngọc Linh exclaimed, “Wow, that smells amazing, Phong! What scent is this?”
“Lily,” Minh Phong replied. “Helps you sleep better and eases hangovers.”
Quốc Bảo scoffed, “You’re trying to kill Sang, huh? One person sleeps, two people suffer.”
Ngọc Linh smiled shyly. Thế Sang, on the other hand, said, “Look at this—how am I supposed to sleep now?”
As he spoke, he rubbed the clearly hard bulge under his sweatpants. It had been a while since I’d seen it—if anything, it looked bigger than before.
“Holy shit,” Tùng Dương blurted out.
“Whatever,” Thế Sang said. “As long as one person’s enjoying it. Right, babe?”
He grabbed Ngọc Linh’s hand and pressed it against his crotch.
She quickly pulled away, flustered. “Stop it! We’re drinking!”
“Relax,” Bá Kiên chimed in. “We’re not judging. Couples do this all the time, right?”
As he spoke, he pulled Minh Phong in for a kiss, squeezing his ass casually.
“Oh my god,” Quốc Bảo groaned. “Tone it down, will you?”
“Why?” Thế Sang shot back. “Jealous? Getting hard?”
Vũ Linh reached over and grabbed Quốc Bảo between the legs, then shouted, “Fuck, he is hard!”
“I’m just missing my girls,” Quốc Bảo tried to defend himself.
“Girls? Plural?” Minh Khôi asked.
Vũ Linh laughed. “You don’t know—he fucks a different one every day. Fresh first-years and sophomores.”
“Bullshit,” Quốc Bảo said. “Once a week, okay?”
“Share some, asshole!” Tùng Dương complained.
“No way,” Quốc Bảo replied. “You take an hour to cum. No girl survives that.”
“I last 45 minutes,” Thế Sang bragged. “Two rounds.”
Ngọc Linh immediately corrected him, “Forty-five including foreplay. You cum in thirty.”
The whole room exploded in laughter.
At some point, Ngọc Linh’s hand slipped back into Thế Sang’s pants, stroking him openly. The bulge was obvious. I knew then—the stuff Minh Phong added to the diffuser was already kicking in.
Things were only going to get worse.
Ngọc Linh added casually, “Thirty minutes is perfect, honestly. Any longer and girls can’t take it either. Some guys like to go forever, but my boyfriend here is a solid ten out of ten already.”
Thế Sang groaned immediately. “Ah… don’t say that, babe. You’re turning me on. Come on, give me a taste.”
“Hey! That’s getting a little out of hand!” Tùng Dương shouted.
“As long as I don’t do it in front of you guys, what’s the problem?” Thế Sang shot back.
With that, he grabbed Ngọc Linh’s hand and pulled her into the bathroom.
Not even a minute later, Thế Sang’s moans echoed out. “Let me put it in, baby… I’m so fucking hard… Ah—fuck—so good… you’re so tight…”
Of course, it wasn’t just Thế Sang losing control. Ngọc Linh’s muffled whimpers followed soon after. She was clearly trying to suppress her voice, but there was only so much restraint left. It was more than enough for the straight guys outside to hear.
Quốc Bảo couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved his hand down his pants and squeezed himself a few times. Tùng Dương, Minh Khôi, and Vũ Linh weren’t doing much better.
Inside the bathroom, the sounds changed rhythm—wet, rapid, unmistakable.
Tùng Dương guessed out loud, “Sounds like doggy now.”
Vũ Linh stood up from the table, his erection obvious despite not being huge. “Fuck this, I’m going back to my room.”
“Same,” Tùng Dương said immediately. “If I stay here listening to them, I’ll lose my mind.”
“I’m going too,” Quốc Bảo added.
Tùng Dương frowned. “There’s only one bathroom in our room. I’ll stay outside, Linh takes the bathroom. Jerk off together in the room would be gay as hell. You guys wait—let us switch shifts first.”
As soon as Tùng Dương and Vũ Linh left, Quốc Bảo sighed dramatically. “Fuck my life. Come on, drink. Let’s drink till we forget everything.”
The four of them clinked glasses again and again.
I whispered to Hoàng Tuấn, “I really hope Dương and Linh come back soon. If not, Quốc Bảo’s gonna be miserable.”
I switched to another camera feed—Tùng Dương’s room.
Tùng Dương was sprawled naked on the bed, his dick standing tall above his round belly. Vũ Linh was in the bathroom. Tùng Dương connected his phone to the TV and put on porn, blasting the volume so loud even Vũ Linh could hear it through the door.
He pulled a sex toy out of his suitcase—not a masturbator, but a female-ass toy, complete with a fake pussy. I’d seen him thrusting in the dorm bathroom before; now I knew exactly why.
Tùng Dương climbed off the bed and stood facing the TV. He propped the toy on a pillow, lined it up, and shoved himself in impatiently.
The pace was completely different from earlier—fast, desperate, aggressive. He panted and groaned loudly, but the porn drowned out most of his voice.
About fifteen minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Vũ Linh stepped out, freshly finished and fully sober again.
Seeing the scene, he froze.
Tùng Dương didn’t even care. He stayed focused on fucking the toy, then called out, “Hey Linh, come help me out.”
“What the fuck? Help how?” Vũ Linh snapped.
“Pinch my nipples for me,” Tùng Dương groaned. “Fuck, I’m so horny.”
Vũ Linh hesitated, then sighed and walked over. “I don’t get it. Everyone’s insanely horny tonight. Must be watching Sang and his girl go at it.”
“No idea,” Tùng Dương gasped. “I’m about to explode. Just do it.”
Vũ Linh reached out and pinched his nipples, eyes fixed firmly away from the raging cock below.
Tùng Dương shuddered, moaning freely, completely shameless. Finally, he let out a long breath and cried, “Fuck… I’m cumming… I’m cumming…”
He yanked his dick out of the toy and jerked hard. Thick streams shot forward, splattering across the front of Vũ Linh’s shirt.
“What the fuck!” Vũ Linh shouted, jumping back before bolting into the bathroom again.
Tùng Dương collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, not even bothering to put his clothes back on before pulling the blanket over himself and falling asleep. When Vũ Linh came back out, he flopped onto the bed as well, exhausted.
I glanced at Hoàng Tuấn and said quietly, “Yeah… Quốc Bảo’s definitely screwed.”