Khánh Đăng turned his phone screen toward me. I glanced over, curious what game he was talking about. There was no game in sight—only the image of a man with sharp features and a perfectly sculpted body, naked from head to toe. His arms were raised, hands clasped behind his head. Below, his cock stood fully hard, pointing straight forward, the flushed tip glossy and swollen, a thick vein running along the shaft from base to crown.
The man on the screen was Khánh Đăng himself. I really disliked this side of him, but I had to admit—he looked fucking delicious. My own cock reacted on its own, hardening beneath my shorts. Still, the thought “That’s Lễ’s boyfriend” kept echoing in my head, forcing me to rein myself in, so I replied, “That game… I don’t dare play it. Why don’t you ask Lễ to play instead?”
Ngọc Lễ had just finished cleaning up. He jogged upstairs and asked, “What game is that? Hưng’s a gaming god and even he doesn’t dare play?”
Khánh Đăng quickly tapped the screen, closed the photo, and opened Arena of Valor instead. He showed it to Ngọc Lễ. Lễ grinned without a shred of suspicion and said, “Wait a sec, I’ll log in right now!”
I felt both annoyed and oddly protective at the same time. For some reason, Khánh Đăng really rubbed me the wrong way. I closed my laptop, pretended I had something to do, and said, “You guys play at home. I’ve got something to take care of outside.”
I wandered around the neighborhood, strolled through the nearby park, then bought a smoothie from a guy selling drinks by the roundabout. Not long ago, this park had been dead silent during lockdown. Now that restrictions were lifted, it was lively again.
After walking a bit, someone messaged me on app B. The guy was only 20 meters away—definitely somewhere in this park. “Are you at the park, babe? Wanna take a walk together?”
I would’ve agreed immediately—if it weren’t that client. The one I’d ditched the other day.
I nervously glanced around like a thief afraid of getting caught. Even though I’d “reincarnated” with a brand-new account, that tone made me feel like he recognized me as the callboy he’d booked before.
I’m cautious by nature, so of course I didn’t meet him. I replied, “Sorry, I’m out with a friend.”
Then I quietly slipped back home. Damn it—out of the frying pan, into the fire.
When I got back, the door was locked from outside and the lights were off inside. I sighed in relief, assuming Ngọc Lễ had already taken Khánh Đăng home.
I climbed upstairs, didn’t think much of it, opened my laptop to watch porn, stripped naked, and jerked off to my heart’s content. After watching till I was bored and shooting my load all over my stomach, I cleaned up and got ready to sleep. It was already past 11 p.m. Duy Long and Ngọc Lễ still weren’t back, but whatever—they both had their own keys.
Normally, Duy Long slept on the left, Ngọc Lễ on the right, and I slept in the middle. Whether you went to bed early or late, everyone had to stick to their spot or no one would sleep well.
I stayed completely naked, pulled the blanket over myself, turned on the AC, and put on my headphones with some music I liked. Cold air outside, warm inside, bass thumping in my ears—it felt even better than jerking off earlier. I drifted off without realizing it.
In the middle of the night, hunger woke me up. My eyes stayed shut as I tried to fall back asleep. But in the dim darkness, a hand reached over from the right side. It rested on my thigh, slowly sliding upward until it covered my cock. My cock responded immediately, growing harder and harder until it was rock-solid in that hand.
I thought to myself, Why is Lễ acting like this tonight?
I’m vers-bottom, so whether it’s a top or a bottom touching me, it still feels good. What surprised me was that both Ngọc Lễ and Duy Long had always been pretty proper—they weren’t into sneaky stuff like this.
My headphones were still on, but the music had already stopped. All I could hear was my own heart pounding. Even though it was Lễ touching me, I didn’t feel the same disgust I felt toward Khánh Đăng.
A moment later, over the sound of my heartbeat, I heard another breathy voice, “I’m putting it in… Does it feel good?”
Ngọc Lễ replied, “It feels so good… Push it in deeper!”
My blood ran cold. The hand on my cock wasn’t Ngọc Lễ’s—it was Khánh Đăng’s.
I cracked my eyes open slightly. The room was pitch-dark, but the faint glow from the AC’s temperature display made things barely visible. Ngọc Lễ really was lying to my right, completely naked, face-down on the mattress. I wanted to scream. Before this, he wouldn’t even take his shirt off in the room. And now, after having sex with his boyfriend, he was lying naked right beside me—without even a blanket.
On top of Ngọc Lễ was Khánh Đăng, naked as well. No need to guess where his cock was—it was buried deep inside Lễ’s ass. Every thrust made the bed tremble lightly, and I could feel the rhythm of him sliding in and out.
This was bad. My cock refused to go soft. Ngọc Lễ only dared to breathe heavily, not moan, while Khánh Đăng talked filthy nonstop,“Does the sextoy underneath make you feel good, Lễ? Does my cock make you feel good? I’ll make you feel good both ways at once—see how much I love you? Moan louder for me.”
So Lễ had a toy inside him too. No wonder he was panting. He turned his face toward the wall, his voice muffled as it bounced back,“Don’t be loud… Hưng… Hưng might wake up…”
Khánh Đăng said,“Hưng’s asleep. Don’t worry. He’s wearing headphones listening to music. Even if you moan louder, it’s fine.”
I didn’t know what Lễ was thinking, but he believed everything Khánh Đăng said. Hearing that I was “asleep,” he started moaning,“It feels so good… I’m gonna lose it… Fuck me faster… Bite my ear… I’m so horny… Your cock feels amazing… Let me clench my ass for you, okay?”
Khánh Đăng laughed,“That’s it. Good boy. I love you.”
I was horny, but also terrified. Ngọc Lễ had been so well-behaved, and now his boyfriend had completely corrupted him.
Lễ had no idea his boyfriend was playing with my cock at the same time. Khánh Đăng’s greedy hand grew bolder, stroking my cock over the blanket. Soon, he slid his hand underneath, found the edge of the blanket, and slipped inside. My cock fit perfectly in his palm. I couldn’t do a damn thing.
I wasn’t afraid of him—but with Ngọc Lễ right there, I didn’t know what the right move was anymore.
Both of them were naked under the AC, their bodies chilled, and so was Khánh Đăng’s hand. His hand was cold, my cock burning hot—two extremes colliding. It was impossible to resist.
My cock grew harder by the second. Khánh Đăng stroked it, then fondled my balls, sometimes even squeezing my ass or teasing around my hole. I wanted to stop him, but lust had completely overridden my reason. In the end, I stayed still and let it happen. Truth be told, I was a bit of a pervert myself—and I loved sneaky situations like this. I pretended to be deeply asleep to ease my guilt toward Lễ.
But things only escalated.
Khánh Đăng really was corrupting him. After stroking me for a while, he pulled his hand away. I thought he’d stopped. Instead, he grabbed Ngọc Lễ’s hand and guided it under my blanket, making Lễ grab my cock. Khánh Đăng used that moment to fondle my balls himself, deliberately moving Lễ’s hand up and down. I felt so good it was insane, yet I still had to keep pretending.
Ngọc Lễ panicked slightly,“What if Hưng wakes up?”
Khánh Đăng replied,“He’s fast asleep. Have you seen him move at all? It’s more fun when there’s something new. I’m just doing this to make you happy.”
I was horny and furious at the same time. And yet, Lễ still believed him. He even said,“Thanks to you, I know Hưng’s cock is big and veiny. It feels amazing to touch. Thank you for always thinking of me.”
I was losing my mind. This wasn’t love—Lễ was practically under a spell. But the worst part was… I felt too good. Being jerked off like this in secret made my cock twitch uncontrollably. And this time, there weren’t one—but two people involved.
Khánh Đăng thrust harder into Lễ, making the bed shake violently. Lễ whimpered from pleasure, clenching my cock so tightly it hurt and felt amazing at the same time. I was so hard I felt like I might burst.
Khánh Đăng panted,“I… I’m about to come. Come with me, okay? Let’s make Hưng come too. Pinch Hưng’s nipples—I’ll handle this.”
Lễ moved his hand up and started twisting my nipples nonstop. Below, Khánh Đăng gripped my cock with just the right pressure, jerking faster and faster. Both of them kept murmuring,“So good… I’m gonna cum… I can’t take it anymore…”
I suffered the most—I felt amazing but couldn’t make a sound.
In the end, I came first. I shot under the blanket, semen splattering onto the sheets, my stomach, Khánh Đăng’s hand—and a bit onto Lễ’s hand.
Khánh Đăng groaned,“Hưng came—let’s come too. Ah… I’m coming inside you, do you like it? I’m breeding you, Lễ… Spread your ass and take my cum.”
Lễ pulled his hand away from my chest. I knew he was spreading himself for Khánh Đăng. His own cock, pressed against the sextoy, also shot as he let out a long, muffled moan. Khánh Đăng’s hand still rested on my cock.
Afterward, Lễ seemed more clear-headed and whispered,“Hey… does Hưng know?”
Khánh Đăng deliberately fucked with me,“Try opening Hưng’s mouth with your fingers. If you can, he’s sleeping deeply. If not, he’ll move.”
Before Lễ touched my face, Khánh Đăng intentionally dipped Lễ’s fingers into my fresh cum. Then Lễ used those fingers to pry my mouth open. I acted perfectly asleep, letting his cum-smeared fingers slide into my mouth.
After confirming, Lễ whispered again,“But what about all this…?”
Khánh Đăng replied casually,“Everyone has wet dreams sometimes. Hưng won’t think much of it. Go to sleep.”
After being coaxed, Lễ obediently fell asleep. Exhausted, I did too. I didn’t know whether to call it a pleasurable night—or a horrifying one.
At dawn, hunger woke me before sunrise. To my surprise, someone was already awake—Khánh Đăng. He was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.
I walked down wearing only my underwear and flinched slightly. Khánh Đăng said,“No need to be shy. If you want, I can let you look again.”
I stayed silent. He asked,“Did you sleep well last night?”
I answered briefly,“Normal.”
He set his coffee down, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, “So… how did your own cum taste?”
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. So he’d known all along—I’d been awake. Last night, he was just playing dumb.
Since the truth was out, I said directly,“Stop corrupting Lễ.”
He chuckled,“Lễ is too good. If he were already bad like you, I wouldn’t need to teach him.”
A textbook bad boy. Even in his dreams, Lễ probably never imagined his boyfriend would be straight out of a novel like this.
Seeing he was beyond reasoning, I said,“You put some kind of spell on Lễ? He believes everything you say.”
Khánh Đăng replied,“If I knew how to cast spells, I’d use it on you. Lễ doesn’t need it. Stubborn ones like you are more fun.”
I was about to retort when the door rattled—someone was unlocking it. I rushed into the bathroom. It was Duy Long. He’d been out all night.
Being desired by someone else’s boyfriend brought me no joy—especially when it was because I was filthier, more corrupt, more “hard to tame,” not because of any virtue. I only hoped Khánh Đăng wouldn’t treat Lễ badly. Otherwise, Lễ would be pitiful beyond words.
Next time Khánh Đăng comes over, I’ll either make sure Duy Long stays home, sleep downstairs alone—or just find an excuse to ban him from the room altogether.