The Bad Life – Chapter 4.2 – Brawl in the Darkness

Author: nicotine

<Simon>’s voice, which continued for a long time, was placid and dry, and exceedingly calm. However, the implication contained in each and every word made the back of my ears tingle. Listening to the crazy bullshit <Simon> was spouting made me wish I did not have to open my eyes. <Simon> continued to speak.

What the hell is this crazy bastard saying.

Unable to endure it, I shot my eyes open. <Simon>, standing before me, was looking at me attentively with the same placid expression I had imagined. The moment our eyes met, my breath caught.

There was nothing in <Simon>’s eyes. The focus, that is to say… the <focus> one can feel when meeting someone’s gaze, was absent. He was looking at me, but I could not tell what he was seeing at all. I was clearly standing in front of him, and he was staring at my face and speaking to me, yet the impression that his eyes lacked focus was strangely engraved deep in my mind. They were terrifying eyes. It was as if he was looking at me, but not seeing me.

Even though the sunlight was warmly heating the nape of my neck, I got goosebumps and shivered involuntarily. <Simon> and I were standing close, with only about a step of distance between us. Even so, I felt as if I could not feel <Simon>’s breath. He stood there like a dead man, like a ghost, looking at me with an eerily empty gaze.

<So, Raymond, in order to continue loving you, I am going to be on <Hugh>’s side.>

Even in my dazed state, the words blurted out.

The voice that escaped inadvertently brought me to my senses. I pulled myself together and glared into <Simon>’s lifeless, corpse-like eyes. <Simon>’s composure was not that of a living person. His incomprehensible restraint, patience, and calmness was a tranquility one could find on the face of a corpse, which, being already dead, had nothing more to desire. I could not understand that tranquility at all, nor did I want to.

There was only one thing I felt about <Simon>’s placidity. I wanted to shatter that disgusting placidity into pieces.

<Tell me my lovely points, <Simon>. Who knows, maybe I will be so moved by that confession that I might be able to love you back.>

<Simon> whispered softly. He gazed at me blankly before adding another word.

There was nothing to say in response. I was so dumbfounded that I could not even speak. I just stared blankly at <Simon>. <Simon> reached out and covered my eyes once more, then soon removed his hand and slowly began to walk away from me. I just stared, dumbfounded, as <Simon> exited the corridor, crossed the garden, and disappeared.

It felt as if I had drunk the words <Simon> had uttered and left behind, rather than having heard them with my ears. The undigested words churned inside my stomach as if they were alive. <Simon> simply said those words and left. So, had he been hovering around me like a ghost for days just to say he loved me? Why all of a sudden?

For a long while after <Simon> disappeared, I stood frozen in the corridor. Then, belatedly, I realized the foreshadowing <Simon> had mentioned.

Something was about to happen. Something had happened besides Judy’s uniform and underwear being stolen. It definitely had. A sense of urgency suddenly washed over me.

<Jerome> had abruptly poked his head into the sculpture club, <George> had given me the key to kill <Jerome>, and <Simon> had said that he himself had sided with <Hugh>…. Suddenly, a certain suspicion reared its head.

Did a dispute break out among them?

The suspicion grew quickly.

Are they planning to betray <Jerome> and kick <Jerome> out of the group?

By killing <Jerome>?

I dragged my heavy feet back to the annex. In the studio, only a few boys remained, gathered around the workbenches, murmuring about the incident that had just occurred. I sat among them, listening silently to the conversation while slowly retracing what had just happened.

I must not be shaken.

<Simon> might have been trying to shake me. He might have been trying to lure me into a trap by talking about love. No, but to be certain, those eyes… those eyes that were looking at me…. No. It is not that. Those guys were bastards who knew how to act flawlessly. I could not be fooled again.

The attitudes shown by <George> and <Simon> confused me. That must have been their intention. They constantly threw me into confusion. Their intention was to make me keep losing what I could be sure of and to plunge me into a terrible confusion until I finally lost myself.

They are trying to kill <Jerome>? That could not be. If I thought it over carefully once more, I could understand. <Simon> had repeatedly tried to confirm that he was a trustworthy person, but in reality, he was my enemy. <Hugh> pretended to be a foolish and ignorant friend, uninvolved in anything, and then stabbed me in the back. And <George> constantly reminded me that he was my predecessor, toying with me as if we were on the same side.

They were trying to make me believe <that they were trying to kill <Jerome>>. So that I would walk right into the trap they had set.

It was an obvious pattern. I would not fall for that kind of trap anymore. I must never believe the hints they left for me directly.

It was evening. The incident with Judy had turned into a rumor that swept through the entire school for half the day. The girls’ dormitory, unlike the boys’, was originally assigned two housemasters, but after the Judy incident, the number was doubled to four. Security guards even sat firmly at the dormitory entrance, watching the students who passed by.

The majority of the students firmly believed the culprit was within the school. One boy, filled with an unnecessary sense of justice, even shouted during the height of dinner in the dining hall that an internal inspection was needed.

At first, everyone found his words ridiculous. But the number of students who agreed with him grew one by one. With the recent tire-slashing incident and now the Judy incident on top of it, the atmosphere, already on edge because of exams, rapidly grew unsettled. Thanks to that, absurdly, most were persuaded by the boy’s cry for an internal inspection.

Caught in the middle of the angry boys, I wondered how the boys living on the fourth floor of Building B would handle this so-called <internal inspection>. Of course, unless they were fools, they would have hidden the uniform and underwear well in a place where they could not be found….

Suddenly, an ominous thought flashed through my mind. My vision swam. What if they hid Judy’s things in my room…? What if they hid them under my bed or inside my closet…?

The ominous premonition quickly took over my entire body. I wiped my sweaty hands and raised my head, pretending to be calm. I froze. At the table of the boy who had first shouted for the <internal inspection>, <Hugh> was sitting nonchalantly.

<Hugh> was raising his voice along with the other boys, then he stealthily turned his head to look directly at me. Then, with his eyes crinkling into a grin, he nodded his head in greeting. And before I could do anything, the boys, swept up by the atmosphere, began to rise abruptly from their tables. The sound of chairs scraping on the floor was loud. By the time I came to my senses, a moment later, I too was swept up in the wave of angry boys, heading towards the upper-floor dormitories.

In total, the boys’ dormitories consisted of buildings A through E, and typically, twelve to sixteen people lived on each floor. Among them, Building B, where I lived, had particularly few people. This was because Building B, unlike the other dormitories, still used the old monastery building as it was. In the past, it was lodging for those of high status, like royalty or nobility, and originally had only two rooms per floor.

Now, the students of Building B had adapted to a lifestyle of sharing a room with four people each, but <Jerome>, whose status was originally befitting of this building, was the sole exception. He used a spacious room by himself, and his room alone had been newly decorated. I had seen it once when I went to <Jerome>’s room. His room, a rarity in this school, was neatly renovated with marble, not rough stone walls.

As I walked with the boys to the second floor of Building B, to Carl’s room, I glared at the back of <Hugh>’s head walking ahead. It was certain that <Hugh> had instigated things to get this out of hand. Even now, <Hugh> was standing next to the boy who had first shouted for the <internal inspection> and was at the head of the students, chattering on about something. That sight made me more and more anxious. I became afraid of the reason <Hugh> was exaggerating the incident.

What if he really hid them in my room…?

But I could not go up first to check. We were already monitoring each other, so if one person broke away, the flames of suspicion would spread in an instant.

Unable to move a muscle among the boys, I ended up going up to the second-floor dormitory. The housemaster standing at the entrance just watched the boys rushing up indifferently and did not ask anything. The staff at this school were extremely careful not to interfere with the students, and the flaw in that policy was being exposed right now.

The boys started searching from room 201. First was the living room. They started from under the living room sofa, lifted the tapestry hanging on the wall, and next they thoroughly checked the bathroom. As they inspected each room, they pointed out the owner of the room and searched the room together.

It was a crazy act that had no respect for privacy, but no one seemed to think so. They were intoxicated with a sense of justice, burning with the desire to find the culprit, and whether they were caught up in that psychology or just scared, no one tried to put on the brakes.

I was the same. The atmosphere had become so overheated that if I tried to stop it now, I would be framed as the culprit instead. The boys who were inwardly opposed to the <internal inspection> were probably keeping their mouths shut for the same reason I was.

I was mixed in with the boys, putting on an excited and nervous expression, but my tension was of a completely different kind from the other boys’. I could not figure out the trap the boys from the top floor had set in this commotion, and my whole body was trembling.

<Carl! Where is Carl?>

At that moment, a boy shouting from the front brought me sharply back to my senses.

<Carl’s probably taking his evening exam right now.>

Someone replied.

<Well, can’t be helped then. Eric, come in. You watch in Carl’s place.>

The boys crowded into Carl and Eric’s room. I felt like my legs were about to give out from the ominous premonition that suddenly struck me. What if they had hidden Judy’s things not in my bed, but in Carl’s bed…?

I frantically pushed through the crowd of boys and flowed to the doorway of Carl’s room. There were five boys inside the room. One of them was Eric, Carl’s roommate, whose face I also knew. Eric was helping them, thoroughly showing them around the room. He flipped his own mattress, pulled out all the books from the bookshelf, and threw open his closet…. Thanks to the five boys, the room quickly became a mess. After searching through all of Eric’s things, they turned towards Carl’s bed.

I swallowed dryly. Should I stop them? Should I intervene? Say that it would be right to search after Carl gets back at least…. That it is not right to go through someone’s things when the owner is not even here…. While I was calculating this and that in my head, the boys had already flipped Carl’s mattress.

It felt like my heart had dropped. I was so tense that my whole body was trembling from the strain. Because of that, I was startled more than necessary by a hand that suddenly touched my back.

It was <Hugh>. He draped an arm over my shoulder as if we were close friends and whispered nonchalantly.

<Hugh> asked in a playful voice.

The arm around me, he offered a grin. Unlike <George>’s, his eyes were a deep and vivid shade of blue. Those eyes stared at me intently, as if they found this immensely amusing. I did not even have the composure to answer him. I helplessly watched the boys searching Carl’s room.

The boys flipped the mattress, checked under the bed, opened every single drawer, and completely overturned the bookshelf. Finally, they threw the closet doors wide open. They searched inside the coat hangers, inside the bag stored in the closet, and the drawers, one by one. Judy’s things did not come out from anywhere. The boys, acknowledging Carl’s innocence, filed out of the room.

A sense of relief finally washed over me. It felt like my blood, which had stopped, was suddenly circulating rapidly. Only then did I notice <Hugh>, who had been scrutinizing my face. <Hugh>’s arm was still resting on my shoulder, but he was now staring intently at me with a blank expression.

<Hugh> said gently.

So it was my room after all.

The blood drained from my face. The boys, having finished searching all of room 201, were now swarming toward room 202. It had taken less than ten minutes to search all of room 201. To search the entire second and third floors and then go up to the fourth floor would truly take only a very small amount of time….

It was then. While crossing from the second-floor reception room to room 202, all the lights in the dormitory went out, and we were instantly plunged into darkness. It was a blackout. I reflexively looked back at Hugh. Hugh smiled faintly with an expression that was impossible to read.

Though Hugh’s faint smile was suspicious, it was fortunate that the blackout, at least, put a stop to the overheated atmosphere. A moment later, a flashlight beam appeared on the staircase leading up to the second floor. A housemaster was holding an electric lamp in one hand and a flashlight in the other. The housemaster came up with a blunt expression and shouted in a loud voice to the murmuring boys.

The murmuring voices gradually subsided. Once it was quiet, the housemaster spoke.

The housemaster led five boys from the front down the stairs. The electric lamp was passed to the back and placed in the middle of the group of boys. The boys either stood in place or carefully sat on the floor, chatting in low voices. Everyone was still unaccustomed to the darkness and in a state of slight commotion.

This was my chance. I forcefully shook off <Hugh>’s arm, which was draped over my shoulder. <Hugh> hastily reached out to grab me again, but his hand only barely brushed against the hem of my clothes. I heard a short grumble from behind me.

A boy said.

<<Hugh>? It is <Hugh>, right? What is wrong?>

<Hugh> replied.

<Hugh> had been caught by the other boys. That was a relief. If he had chased me in the darkness, there would have been no way out even if I had made it to the fourth floor. I left him and quickly slipped through the crowd of boys, quietly moving toward the edge. As the electric lamp was moved to the center of the group, the area near the stairs became dark. As soon as I broke away from the group of boys, I took off my shoes and, cloaked in darkness, tiptoed up the stairs.

My body was stiff with tension, but a sense of urgency moved my feet. The moment I set foot on the third floor, I was startled. There were a few boys on the third floor. They did not seem to be from the group that was in the dining hall, but rather those who had originally been in their rooms. The boys were so preoccupied with finding an electric lamp that they did not notice my presence at all. Leaving them behind, I finally reached the fourth floor.

The fourth floor was completely wrapped in silence. Quietly, carefully, I took one slow step after another down the left corridor. I grabbed the doorknob and turned it carefully. The door was open.

Someone was inside the room.

What should I do? What should I do next?

A dry voice came from the darkness behind me.

My ears felt a sinister chill. Before I could even turn around, a hand grabbed the back of my head and slammed my head roughly into the door. It was <George>’s voice. The wound I got from <Jerome> tore open again as it hit the door. But there was no time to hesitate over a wound! I had to fight back. No, not fight back, I had to run away! It was dark here. And it was the fourth floor. It was <their> space. I had fallen beautifully into their trap. I had been too easily swayed by a few light provocations from <Hugh>….

Though my head was slammed into the door, I did not care and kicked backward forcefully. I felt something brush against my foot. As I lifted my foot again, <George> tripped me and knocked me to the floor. I quickly turned over and threw a punch toward the darkness. Instead of getting on top of me, <George> kicked me as I lay on the floor. The tip of his shoe-clad foot struck my side. It felt as if my breath was caught in my throat. I could not breathe properly, but I forced myself to lunge and grab <George>’s foot as it came flying at me again. I wrapped my arms around his calf and pulled, sending him crashing to the floor. I crawled clumsily on top of <George>.

<Huff, huff, you son of a bitch….>

I panted raggedly and threw a punch at <George>’s face. But the punch never landed. Another foot flew out of the darkness and kicked me in my unprotected abdomen.

I tumbled off <George> and rolled on the floor. It felt like my insides were turning over. Still, I got up. If I faltered here, I would be caught again. And then… they would again….

I fumbled on the floor, trying to get up. After all, they were in the darkness just as I was. If I ran in the darkness, they would not be able to catch me. I crawled blindly in a direction I did not know. The other foot must have belonged to <Simon>.

As I crawled frantically, my head hit something. Despair crashed over me like a wave, along with the darkness. It was a person’s body. I reached out and clawed at the space in front of me, but the body I had bumped into once was gone. Was this body <Simon>’s? Or <Jerome>’s? If not <Jerome>, then was it someone else I did not know… the <fourth person>?

Only now was the situation gradually becoming clear. I was the only one wandering in the darkness. They had been waiting for me. This was a trap. I had fallen right into their hands. There was… no escape.

An unknown number of hands reached out from the darkness and bound my arms and legs. A balled-up piece of cloth was shoved into my mouth. I heard the sound of a door opening. My body was lifted lightly into the air. I felt as if the air had changed. I heard the sound of a door closing behind me. It was a room. I was trapped in a room. I thrashed my body violently and went wild. I shook my head wildly, twisted my shoulders, flailed my legs, and struggled desperately to bend my knees and pull my feet back. It was all useless.

I was completely powerless. They forced me onto my stomach on the floor and began to strip off my clothes. I thought I was going to go crazy! And they did not say a word! Everything was done in silence. Except for me, who was gagged and groaning in pain, everyone else did not even make a sound.

Everything happened methodically in the darkness, and in their carefully laid trap, I could see no loopholes, no escape route. Their silence pressed down on me like a punishment. Fear began to slowly contaminate my mind.

The evening I had lost my mind in the library was just last night. The terror of that day was trying to take control of my body once again. No matter how much I resisted, it was useless. It was like the evening I had fallen into the <River Kelly>. The darkness clung to me like the sticky mud of a swamp, and the hands holding my limbs seemed to be dragging me down, down to the deep, dark bottom of the marshland, rendering me completely helpless.

My school uniform tie was untied, and the buttons on my shirt were ripped off. The bare skin of my stripped upper body touched the carpet on the floor. My pants buckle was unfastened, and the zipper was pulled down. In an instant, my pants were pulled off, then my socks, and then my underwear was pulled down as well. Naked in the darkness, I was held by hands I did not know….

I heard <George>’s voice ask.

<Yeah. Should I turn on the electric lamp? Or after we are all done…?>

<Simon>’s voice trailed off.

What? Bring what? What were they going to finish? The conversation they were having terrified me even more.

<Jerome>’s excited voice followed.

Although that was probably their exact intention, I finally fell into confusion. <Jerome> was here too. <Jerome>, who had become their enemy. <Jerome>, whom they had intended to kill!

So, was it all a trap? Was it a charade they had put on to make me believe a dispute had broken out among them? Was it just a trap to confuse me? If that was truly their intention, it had hit the mark perfectly.

I was confused. Everything that was happening to me was riddled with lies. I was constantly falling into traps, and just when I thought I had finally crawled out, I was thrown back into a mud pit. Every single step I took, a hidden trap snapped at my ankle. Why on earth were they doing this? Why were they spinning these lies and driving a person insane? What was the meaning of it? What did they gain from doing that!

<George> asked. To that, <Simon> replied.

<Simon>… was it? Was <Simon> going to rape me? But he said unless the partner was asleep….

Several hands gripped me strongly once again. I gasped at the touch of a hand gripping my ankle tightly. Ah, again. Rape again. I did not even try to spit out the gag anymore. I stared blankly at the ceiling, which was buried in darkness. I did not even have the energy to resist. The strength drained from my body. But the next moment, what touched my body in the darkness was something I had not expected at all.

It was a soft cloth. I could not even guess what it was. I did not know until the piece of cloth passed between my ankles and came up over my thighs. I could only realize its identity when it barely covered my testicles and finally stopped at my pelvis with the snap of an elastic band. It was underwear. But it was very small, something I had never worn before… like… women’s underwear.

An instinctive realization struck my head like a bolt of lightning, but it took a little while to truly understand that realization. My breathing gradually became faster. The gag in my mouth felt suffocatingly tight. As soon as I realized what they were trying to do, strength returned to my body once more.

I thrashed my body wildly, resisting. I even tried to spread my legs apart. As I tried to hold my knees apart, someone climbed onto my waist. The bastard on my waist used a pair of hands to hold my knees tightly together.

Oh, no. The soft, smooth lining of a skirt passed over my feet and ankles and came up to my calves…. No. Please. Do not…! Stop it! The cries that could not leave my mouth echoed in my throat. Tears streamed down my face without my realizing it.

The skirt passed over my knees and came up to my thighs. The skirt was a little tight, but it smoothly covered my buttocks and came up to my waist. No matter how much I twisted my body and struggled, it was useless. They had put Judy’s underwear and skirt on me. I felt a bra touch my bare chest. They fastened the bra on my flat chest and put a blouse on me. I was helpless. There was no way to resist them. The hands held me down firmly and finished their work. They lifted me into the air.

<Simon> said.

It was dazzling. Unable to bear the suddenly bright vision, I blinked and shook my head. Then, a hand followed, grabbing my chin and holding it firmly in place. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light. It was an electric lamp. I was in the air, held in their arms. <Jerome> was holding my right ankle, spreading it to the side and supporting my body, and the one supporting my left side was <George>. He was holding my left ankle, spreading it wide open, and looking at the mirror with strangely shining eyes.

It was a mirror. I stared blankly at the mirror in front of me. Through the gap of the unbuttoned blouse, a pink bra was absurdly draped over my flat chest. My face flushed red with shame. Tears dripped down my cheeks.

The skirt, which was originally long enough to cover Judy’s knees, barely covered half of my thigh because I was much taller than her. Even that was half flipped up because my legs were spread apart. The space between my legs was obscene. My penis and testicles, sticking out from the lacy pink panties and dangling, were ugly. I felt like I was about to burst into tears, but because of the gag stuck in my mouth, only choked sobs barely escaped.

<Cute.>

<George>, supporting me from the left, muttered.

<Cute, Raymond…. Pink suits you.>

<Jerome>, on my right, asked in a cheerful tone.

<Simon> said.

Click. A picture was taken in the light of the electric lamp. I leaned blankly against them, without even the energy to resist. Just as they dropped me in front of the mirror as if tossing me aside, the dormitory room door opened.

<Ah, you have already dressed him? I came as fast as I could!>

It was <Hugh>’s voice.

My vision grew distant.

When I tried to turn my head, <Hugh> forcefully grabbed my chin and made me look at the mirror again. I had no choice but to keep looking at the mirror. In the mirror, with my skirt lifted and my panties pushed just slightly to the side between my legs, I received <Hugh>. <Hugh> slid his hand under my bra and rubbed my breasts, which were not swollen in the slightest, and pinched my nipples. I could not think of anything. I just lay still as <Hugh>’s thrusts made my body shake.

There was no need for anyone to hold me down. I did not resist. A moan escaped my mouth every time <Hugh>’s penis pushed in, but it was not because of pleasure. It was just that the sound came out as my body was pushed. My hole was hot. The feeling of my muscles stretching as <Hugh> fucked me was vivid.

It just did not feel like my own body. It was nothing more and nothing less than the feeling of temporarily borrowing someone else’s body and experiencing someone else’s sensations. <Hugh> seemed very satisfied with me like that. He rolled a nipple between his fingers and said.

<Hugh> said, sounding pleased.

<George> muttered as he sat down next to <Hugh>. <Hugh> looked at <George> as if he were lovely.

<You are so impatient, <George>. This kid does not even know how to take it from behind yet. Think of it leisurely.>

<Hugh> said gently and kissed <George>. Even while mixing tongues with <George> like they were lovers in love, <Hugh> continued to thrust his cock. Through the mirror, I blankly watched the two boys kissing sloppily. I was not the only one. <Jerome>, sitting with his legs crossed on a stool by my head, was also watching the two of them gently.

Suddenly, my eyes met <Jerome>’s. <Jerome> stared at me with wide eyes for a moment, then nodded his head.

He rested his elbow on his knee and cupped his chin. Staring intently at my reflection in the mirror, <Jerome> said.

<Albert, Peter, Alex, James… is that right? I do not even remember them well now.>

<George>, who had been caressing <Hugh>’s ear, replied in a low voice.

<Albert. Peter. Daniel. Joseph. Christopher. Nicholas.>

<Right, them.>

<Jerome> said, feigning indifference.

<They were <Hugh> and <George>’s lovely pets. Raymond, you will be this cute couple’s next pet.>

<Jerome> suddenly grinned. He said, all of a sudden, very sweetly.

<Because <Hugh> and <George> are an incorrigible sadist couple, they need a cute pet dog just for the two of them.>

<Ah….>

<Hugh> moaned. He thrust deep and came. <Hugh> had reached his climax while kissing <George> and receiving his caresses. As <Hugh> pulled out, he wiped his penis on my skirt. I lay there quietly with my legs spread.

Next was <Jerome>. <Jerome>, who had been sitting on the stool, slithered down like a snake and sat between my legs. He gripped my thighs with his cold but delicate fingers, spread them, and slowly entered me. His penis was large and already fully erect, hard and hot.

After pushing in very slowly all the way, <Jerome> leaned his upper body over me. We looked at each other’s faces from a distance so close our noses could touch. <Jerome>’s lips touched my ear as if in a caress. In that brief moment when his lips brushed against me, <Jerome> whispered secretly.

<Uhm….>

A sweet sound escaped my throat. Every time <Jerome> pushed in gently, my toes tingled and my calves tensed up. <Jerome> knew it too. Even when I was raped by <Jerome> before, for some reason, I felt pleasure as soon as <Jerome> was inside me. He had tamed me…. From the night I first came to this school until now, he had slowly trained my body to feel good whenever it received his cock.

<Jerome> looked at me affectionately as he moved his hips. He tugged at my panties with his fingers and then let go with a snap. The elastic band slapped against my penis and testicles, and for a moment, it felt like an electric current had run through me. <Jerome> slid his hand inside my panties and touched my penis. I lifted my arm, which had been lying limp, and grabbed <Jerome>’s wrist. But there was no strength in my hand.

With his wrist still in my grasp, <Jerome> rubbed, stroked, and caressed my penis. The act of <Jerome> moving in and out of my hole, filling and rubbing the inside, constantly tickled the back of my ears, my spine, and my lower abdomen. And his hand, shaking and rubbing my penis inside my panties, slowly, slowly brought me to pleasure.

<Jerome> whispered affectionately.

<Raymond, sex is a good feeling. It is enjoyable. Feel it. Come on, you have to get hard. That is right. Good boy. Feels much better, right?>

<George> interjected abruptly.

<It is fine, <George>. He will forget it all in a little while anyway. Right, <Hugh>?>

Without even looking at <George>, <Jerome> said, his snake-like eyes gleaming. <Hugh> chimed in with <Jerome>.

<<Jerome> is right. <George>, you have to let <Jerome> have fun too. Why are you being so sharp?>

<George> muttered.

<Jerome> replied lightly.

I listened to their conversation blankly, only looking up at <Jerome>. It felt good every time <Jerome> entered me. Perhaps moans were escaping. But because of the gag shoved in my mouth, no sound came out at all.

I just looked at <Jerome>. At his pale, white cheeks and his eerily shining green eyes… the crazed gaze that looked down at me lovingly… the lips that spoke of making love while gang-raping me…. Ah, at some point, my mind flickered and my hole tightened. I looked at <Jerome>’s smiling face as I came all over Judy’s skirt.

I do not even know how much time had passed. <Jerome> shot his semen on my face, and after that, <George> sprayed his semen between my thighs and on my panties. The entire time <George> was gang-raping me, he was kissing and exchanging caresses with <Hugh>. He was just using me as a hole.

When they finished the gang rape, <Simon> appeared. I do not know when he had gone outside, but he appeared, opening the door. I looked up at <Simon>, blinking my eyes blankly.

<Simon> gently touched my cheek, which was a mess with semen. He said to them.

Before I could even understand those words, <Simon> and <Jerome> lifted me up. They carried me out of the room and set me down in the fourth-floor reception room. <George>, who followed behind, placed the electric lamp next to me.

<Simon> answered.

<Jerome>, <Simon>, <Hugh>, and <George> surrounded me and looked down. <Jerome> abruptly crouched down in front of me and whispered.

<Remember, Raymond. Sex is a good feeling. Enjoyably, while feeling it. Then it will be a little better.>

With those words, the four boys all disappeared. I was left alone, collapsed on the floor of the empty reception room. I did not have the energy to get up. But even as I lay there blankly, I mechanically moved my hands and barely pushed myself up from the floor. It was when I was raising my upper body, my mind completely empty and without a single thought. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

It was not just one set of footsteps.

Should I say I was frozen…. It was not like that. I could move. I could have somehow crawled and thrown myself behind the curtain. But I did not move a muscle and just listened to the footsteps ascending the stairs. A yellow splotch of flashlight beam stained the staircase. As the flashlight beam gradually grew closer, I could also hear the voices of a low conversation.

What will happen now? A curiosity that surpassed fear scrambled my reason. What kind of reaction will they show when they come all the way up the stairs? When they discover a robust twenty-year-old boy in the middle of the reception room, wearing a stolen school uniform, bra, and panties, covered in semen and collapsed? It was as if <their> madness had infected me as well. I ignored my heart, which was pounding as if it would burst with tension and excitement, and just waited for the flashlight beam to reach me.

Finally, the boys all reached the fourth floor. At first, the flashlight beam only illuminated their own feet, but it soon turned toward the left corridor. I lay down and closed my eyes. I waited for that flashlight to shine on me. I wanted to see. I wanted to meet the expressions of those who found me. I was so excited by the thought that my fingertips tingled and my body trembled. The boys who knocked on the door to the left seemed to have realized that the door was locked. At that moment, a bright light pierced through my closed eyelids.

Someone had found me.

Without opening my eyes, I quietly opened my ears. Like the Raymond that <Simon> loved.

<Hey, hey, look over here….>

<…Isn’t that the stolen school uniform?>

<Si-Sir… W-Wait a moment… please look over here….>

Sir?

<…….>

I opened my eyes.

The flashlight beam was stabbing into my body like a knife. A few steps away stood five boys with youthful faces. They were all faces I did not know. And behind them, like the grim reaper, stood a housemaster with a blank, pale face, and dark shadows under his hollow eyes.

while anyway. Right, <Hugh>?>

Without even looking at <George>, <Jerome> said, his snake-like eyes gleaming. <Hugh> chimed in with <Jerome>.

<<Jerome> is right. <George>, you have to let <Jerome> have fun too. Why are you being so sharp?>

<George> muttered.

<Jerome> replied lightly.

When they finished the gang rape, <Simon> appeared. I do not know when he had gone outside, but he appeared, opening the door. I looked up at <Simon>, blinking my eyes blankly.

<Simon> gently touched my cheek, which was a mess with semen. He said to them.

<Simon> answered.

<Jerome>, <Simon>, <Hugh>, and <George> surrounded me and looked down. <Jerome> abruptly crouched down in front of me and whispered.

<Remember, Raymond. Sex is a good feeling. Enjoyably, while feeling it. Then it will be a little better.>

It was not just one set of footsteps.

Someone had found me.

Without opening my eyes, I quietly opened my ears. Like the Raymond that <Simon> loved.

<Hey, hey, look over here….>

<…Isn’t that the stolen school uniform?>

<Si-Sir… W-Wait a moment… please look over here….>

Sir?

<…….>

I opened my eyes.

He did not look surprised at all.

The housemaster pushed through the boys and strode forward in front of me. I looked up at his face blankly.

Is that so. You were one of them too.

I watched the approaching housemaster quietly, as if I had been waiting for only this scene. I knew instinctively. The housemaster was the <fourth person>. No… the <fourth person> could be anyone. Anyone in this school. Someone I did not know, or someone I knew… <There is no one on my side in this school>. <If you make someone an enemy>, <it is the same act as making the entire school your enemy>. <Indifference and ignorance are violence>. I recalled <George>’s words as I looked at the black oxford shoes of the housemaster who had stopped right in front of me.

Only then did I realize. The violence that had been repeated tonight, or perhaps every night, was thoroughly the product of ignorance. I was now paying the price for my own ignorance.

The housemaster slowly sat down beside me. He shone the flashlight on my face and stared intently at me. The face of that man, who had always been expressionless, was distorted with lust. The boys behind the housemaster stood there, not knowing what to do. The housemaster spoke to me.

His voice was well-composed, and no hint of lust could be found in it. But his face was ugly. Sitting with his back to the boys, his eyes darted quickly, scanning my face and body. His eyes lingered for a long time on my bare chest, where the bra was fastened. The housemaster’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He swallowed, looking at me.

The housemaster, still brightly illuminating my face with the flashlight beam, reached out his hand. The tip of the housemaster’s sweaty hand touched my cheek. He slowly rubbed the semen that had been carelessly sprayed on my cheek and then touched my lips with the semen-stained fingertip. He opened my mouth and pulled out the wad of cloth that had been stuck inside.

The housemaster asked.

<Sir….>

A boy called to him from behind. It was a fragile voice. A voice so easily broken.

The housemaster said. No one moved. The housemaster twisted his jaw to look behind him.

After a suffocating silence, one boy hesitantly took a step forward. Then the other boys also moved a little closer to me. The five boys and one man surrounded me and looked down. It felt as if the several pairs of eyeballs looking at me illuminated the darkness more brightly than the flashlight beam.

The eyes shining in the darkness were stained with curiosity and disgust and contempt and also lust, and they tore my body apart. Lying beneath their gazes, I trembled. The boy standing behind me placed a hand on the nape of my neck. It was a very warm hand.

The boy said in a whisper, his voice trembling as much as my body. These boys, just like me, were kids who had just turned twenty. Yet they looked so young. To my eyes, those kids looked too innocent and fragile.

The housemaster said, staring fixedly into my eyes.

<Shouldn’t we help him?>

The boy standing next to the housemaster asked cautiously.

The housemaster easily incited and deceived those immature boys.

The housemaster’s hand that had been touching my lips cupped my cheek and caressed it. His hand rubbed my earlobe, stroked my Adam’s apple, and descended to my chest. No one felt the silence. All of their gazes, as if entranced, followed only the housemaster’s hand. His hand seeped into the shoddily fastened bra. The housemaster rubbed my nipple with his fingertip, which was sticky with sweat and semen.

As the supervisor instructed, I obediently spread my legs, like an obedient dog to <Hugh> and <George>.

The supervisor lifted the school uniform skirt and showed the boys my crotch.

The supervisor’s voice remained flat and toneless. Only the boys swallowed hard. The supervisor pulled Judy’s panties aside and deeply inserted his middle finger into the hole. He bent his finger and pulled out <Hugh>’s semen that was inside.

One boy asked, <But, sir… what should we do…?>

<You must help this poor student,> the supervisor replied.

<Here, put your finger in. Go on. That’s it…>

A finger went in.

<Soft, isn’t it?> the supervisor asked.

<It’s warm…> the boy mumbled.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down echoed. The supervisor said, <This is where you put your penis.>

<Ungh…>

A choked gasp escaped my mouth. A penis had entered below. The supervisor instructed the boy in a monotone voice, <Go in. You can go deeper. All the way in. Yes. Now move.>

The penis that had entered began to move. My body shook. The boy’s hands awkwardly touched my thighs before gripping my waist. The boy climaxed quickly. The supervisor praised him. Another boy entered. This boy lasted a bit longer.

The supervisor directed a boy to touch my penis. I couldn’t get hard. The boys’ hands touched my chest, twisted my nipples, and rubbed my penis. Their overly young touches were clumsy and awkward. Yet neither I nor the boys noticed their inexperience.

All five boys took turns entering me. As it grew intense, the boys occasionally insulted me, calling me a whore. The supervisor had told them to say it. At first, they spoke hesitantly with fear, but later they pulled my penis and roughly pinched my nipples, hurling insults willingly. The initially fragile and innocent boys gradually faded under the supervisor’s repeated goading. A madness reminiscent of <Jerome> gleamed in their young eyes.

The last to enter was the supervisor. His penis was much thicker and harder than those of the young boys before him. He forcefully thrust into the hole, still dripping with the semen of the five boys.

<Don’t worry, everyone.>

The supervisor thrust so hard my body jolted. I looked at him, moaning. My vision shook and blurred. The supervisor roughly grabbed my thighs, spreading them apart, and said, <You’ve all done a great job helping.>

Suddenly, his hand slipped into my panties and tightly gripped my penis.

<Raymond’s hard too, isn’t he.>

That wasn’t true. I wasn’t hard. But no one cared. I didn’t care either. Instead, I moaned with each of the supervisor’s thrusts.

Sex feels good. Sex is enjoyable. <Jerome> said so.

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