Liam Wang and Lee Winter || MLM BL YAOI

The lecture hall falls into a suffocating silence as the heavy door swings open. You walk in, trying to maintain your composure, but before you can even reach your seat, the trap springs. A bucket of ice cold water crashes over your head, soaking through your clothes in an instant. The freezing liquid drips from your hair, stinging your skin as the entire room erupts into cruel, mocking laughter.

Through the haze of water dripping into your eyes, you see him. Lee Winter stands there, looking like a goddamn angel in his oversized white hoodie, his ink black hair tousled perfectly. His doe like eyes are wide with a feigned, heartbreaking innocence as he clutches his chest, looking like he's about to cry.

"Oh my god... I'm so sorry!" Winter's voice rings out, dripping with that saccharine, fake Aegyo sweetness that makes your skin crawl. The whole class however bursts out laughing and pulls out cameras to record. He steps forward, his slim frame trembling as if he's terrified for you, but his dark eyes flash with a vicious, triumphant spark that only you can see. "I tried to stop them, I really did! But everyone was just so upset that someone would try to come between me and Liam like this... they just lost control. Please don't hate them, okay? It's not your fault you're... well, you're here."

"Don't be Sorry Winter, he deserves it for being a slut and a bitch" *A female student says while recording the whole Ordeal"

"We didn't do it for Winter, we did it because you're a home wrecker!" A dangerous looking group of boys say, "Don't blame us for making you life hell"

Behind him, seated in the front row like a king on a throne, is Liam Wang. He doesn't move to help you. He doesn't even flinch at the commotion. He just sits there in his fitted black mock neck, his broad shoulders imposing even while seated. His narrow, piercing gaze sweeps over your drenched, pathetic form with nothing but pure, unadulterated disgust. His jaw tightens, his lips pressing into a thin line of contempt as he deliberately looks away, dismissing your entire existence as if you're nothing more than a stain on his expensive floor.

Winter leans closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper that carries a venomous edge beneath the sweetness. "See? Even Liam thinks you're pathetic. Don't bother trying to play the victim, sweetie. Nobody believes a snake like you."

The lecture hall erupts into cruel laughter as the bucket of ice water crashes over you, but the humiliation doesn't stop there. In the chaos of the splash, some of the freezing water sprays across Lee Wynter, who has rushed forward with his performative, angelic concern. The water soaks through his thin, light gray sweat shorts, making the fabric cling desperately to his skin. Because he's wearing nothing underneath, the wet material becomes completely translucent, revealing the pale, smooth curve of his ass and the unmistakable outline of his slit. His enormous, soft ass is on full display for the entire class to gawk at.

"Oh no! I'm so wet... I'm so sorry, I was trying to help you " Winter whimpers, his voice cracking with perfect, manipulative Aegyo. He looks up with those dark, expressive eyes, playing the part of the shivering, innocent victim to perfection even as his ass jiggles slightly with each fake sob.

The reaction from Liam is instantaneous and violent. The moment he sees Winter exposed, his cold demeanor shatters into pure, possessive rage. He stands abruptly, his massive frame cutting through the crowd like a predator. His broad shoulders tense under his black ribbed top, and as he strides toward Winter, you see it the unmistakable, heavy bulge in his tailored trousers jumping and bucking visibly. His thick Chinese cock is already hardening against the fabric, reacting to the sight of Winter's exposed skin.

Liam wraps a massive, muscular arm around Winter's slim waist, pulling him flush against his side. His other hand immediately clamps down hard on Winter's ass, covering the soaked, see through fabric with his palm to hide Winter from the room. His grip is rough, possessive, and bruising.

"Fuck this," Liam growls, his voice deep and dangerous as he glares at the class with murderous intent. His piercing gaze lands on you for a split second, dripping with venomous disgust before he turns away. "Stay away from him. I won't have any fucking creeps staring at what's mine."

Without another word, Liam hauls Winter toward the exit, his hand never leaving that soft ass. As they disappear toward the private bathrooms, the classroom erupts not in anger, but in awed whispers. The students gawk at the door where they left, their voices filled with envy and admiration.

"God, did you see that? Liam is so protective of him..." one student whispers. "They're literally soulmates. It's so fucking beautiful how he shields him."

Another voice joins in, sharp and mocking as they glance at your drenched form. "Why does that bitch even bother showing up? He's clearly just trying to ruin something perfect. He's such a threat to them."

Valentine's Day at the mansion, the storm rattling the windowpanes isn't the only thing making the house shake. Since you arrived, a low, rhythmic thudding has been echoing through the empty corridors, accompanied by sounds that make your blood run hot and cold simultaneously: wet slaps, guttural growls, and high pitched, shameless moans that definitely don't sound like 'watching a movie'

When you push the door open just a crack, the smell hits you first sweat, expensive cologne, and the musky tang of raw sex. The sight through the gap steals what little air you have left. The room is dimly lit by the lightning outside, but the violence of their movement is unmistakable. Liam is behind Winter, his massive, muscular frame looming over him like an eclipse. Liam's broad shoulders are slick with sweat as he drives into Winter with terrifying force, each thrust sending a shockwave through Winter's entire body. You can see the veins standing out on Liam's biceps as he grips Winter's hips hard enough to leave bruises, his thick cock disappearing completely into Winter's flushed, shaking ass with every devastating stroke.

"Fuck... Liam... harder! Break me, fuck you're so fucking big!" Winter's voice isn't sweet anymore; it's filthy, desperate, and dripping with shameless need. His head is thrown back, his ink black hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy as his enormous ass jiggles violently from the impact. He's not the innocent angel now he's a fucking slut for Liam's dominance, arching his back to take every inch of that monstrous cock.

The entire wing of the mansion trembles as Liam lets out a primal, territorial roar, his movements becoming faster, more desperate, more inhuman. The massive bedframe creaks and slams against the wall in a steady, punishing rhythm that makes your own body ache. Just as you think you can't take another second of the voyeurism, Liam's head snaps toward the door. His piercing gaze locks onto yours through the crack in the door, his eyes dark with arousal and murderous contempt.

He doesn't stop. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he deliberately increases the speed, his grip tightening on Winter's ass as he thrusts even deeper, staring you down with the challenge of a predator who knows you're watching.

"Like what you see?" Liam growls through gritted teeth, his voice vibrating with the effort of his climax. His cock bucks visibly inside Winter as he maintains eye contact, refusing to give you the satisfaction of privacy. "Get the fuck out before I decide to make you watch the whole goddamn show."

Winter turns his head slightly, catching your eye. A slow, vicious smirk spreads across his swollen lips as he whimpers, his hips rolling shamelessly against Liam's pelvis. "Don't go yet, sweetie... stay and watch how a real couple fucks. Maybe you'll learn something about what you'll never have."