My eyes widened in terror.

For years, I had the biggest crush on Max. If it weren't for the fact that I was out of his league…

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Leo asked, pulling me back to reality. "You want Max to come in and see you like this? And what—the two of us are gonna do you at the same time?"

He quietly unlocked the door. His hand slowly made its way around my neck. He looked clearly dissatisfied.

The moment the door clicked open, I hurriedly pushed Leo away and snuck underneath his blanket.

"Hey, Max. Just got off work?" Leo asked casually from the side, covering his groin with a book.

I peeked out from beneath the blanket, showing only my obedient-looking face. "H-Hi, Max."

Max had never been hotter. With his gold-rimmed glasses on, he looked like a devil in a suit. His buttons were fastened all the way up to the top, making him look restrained yet slutty at the same time.

I wondered what it was like when Max was in bed. Would he be as gentle as he looked? He had such slender and long fingers… If he put it to use somewhere else, it would definitely leave a woman breathless.

Beneath the blanket, I furtively grabbed and played with my rosebuds. Surely, I wouldn't be caught.

The more I thought about it, the more my body reacted. Blood rushed to my cheeks…

Suddenly, Max turned to me and gently asked, "What's wrong, Sophie? Are you sick?"

As he spoke, he came over and stroked my head, leaving me both nervous and inexplicably thrilled.

I couldn't believe that he had actually touched me. This was way more intense than when Leo pinched my tips. I nudged my lower body a little and realized I had been slick.

Afraid to be discovered, I eagerly nodded. "Yeah. A little."

Meanwhile, Mrs. Parker was hoisting her bag over her shoulder and passing by the bedroom. "I'm going out to get some groceries for dinner tonight. Any special requests?"

Seeing that neither Leo nor Max answered her, I could only speak up. "Baked ribs sound nice."

With that, Mrs. Parker headed out.

Max looked at me, his gaze gentle, but all I felt in return was an invisible pressure.

I was ready to speak when Leo suddenly locked the door again, his smile ambiguous. "Max, I told you this before. She wants nothing more than to be screwed. Look—she's struggling to contain herself."

I was taken aback. The next second, I saw Max unfastening two of his shirt buttons. His Adam's apple was even more prominent than Leo's. It bobbled, seemingly saying something.

"Is that it, Sophie?" Max asked, walking over to my side. "I didn't expect you to be hornier here than when I watched you."

At that moment, I realized that Max, too, had been a voyeur.

"A model student, huh? You're just someone who wants to be screwed."

Max grabbed my hand and pulled the blanket away. Even my skirt was stripped.

"Wait, Max. It's not like that. I-I'm not like that!" I explained, like a mess, my tears spilling out.

My hands, which had been covering my body, were seized by Leo. He caught me and held me restrained from behind. "Haven't you been moaning my name all this time, Sophie? I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

Max adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at my lower body with squinting eyes. "You're so wet. It's betraying your words. How am I supposed to believe you, Sophie?"

"I… I just can't help it… I thought only Leo was watching me. I didn't know you were watching, too."

Leo hoisted my legs, nibbling away around my shoulders. "You smell nice. What did you put on? You were staring at my thing while we were outside. What were you thinking? Did you want my mom to see us, too?"

I shook my head, yet the satisfaction coursing through my body was undeniable. My brain couldn't help but lead me to the what-ifs. What if Mrs. Parker did see us? What would be her reaction?

All that I knew was that it would add on to the thrill.

"God. You're drenched. How are you so horny?"

Max was touching me. I tensed up, begging, "D-Don't touch there."

"Where?"

He stared at me, his fingertips slowly making discoveries along my lower body. As he played with my wetness, his other cold hand wandered…

"I never quite noticed this before, but your breasts got a lot bigger, right? May I have a taste?" Max asked politely, yet he didn't give me a second to respond before diving in.

I had to admit that what he was doing was nice—maybe more than nice. It was totally different than when I played with myself. The flexibility and the warmth of a tongue sent my senses to new heights again and again.

I almost felt like crying from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Max, I can't take it anymore," Leo said from behind me, removing his pants in displeasure.

A foreign sensation entered my body, and I shuddered. "What are you doing?"

"Duh. What do you think? Isn't this what you've been looking for?"

As Leo spoke, he lifted my legs. A wave of heat and shame hit me at once. Flustered, I quickly said, "I'm not ready yet! Leo, give me some time—"

Before I could finish speaking, Max suddenly nibbled on my delicate point. He slowly unfastened his belt and wrapped it around my hands.

My body was left completely exposed. Behind, Leo was grinding himself against me. The impact left me moving forward involuntarily, almost as if I were being delivered into Max's den.

I was mortified. My face flushed. "Max, I've never done this with anyone ever. Please… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have played with myself…"

"Don't be sorry," Max said, taking out his tightly restrained shaft and exposing it in front of me. "What do you think, Sophie? Do you like what you're seeing?"

My eyes widened. That was so… Contrary to his aloof temperament, Max's length was blunt and almost absurdly ungainly.

I gulped hard. I couldn't deny that his thing would feel amazing inside me. By then, I was consumed by lust and desire. Every fibre in me was screaming for a release.

Suddenly, Leo inserted a finger from behind. I ground my teeth and hissed, "That hurts! Leo, go easy on me!"

"How will you feel good if I go easy on you?" he replied, frustrated, continuing his movement without a care.

Before I could process anything, Max inserted his length into my mouth, sandwiching me.

"Wait… I can't do it…" I exclaimed. "It won't go in… Guys, please…"

Max sounded extremely gentle, yet his movement was far from it. "You can do it. Good girl."

Leo, on the other hand, couldn't care less about courtesy. "God, it feels so good."

"You're going too fast! M-Max… No, Leo…"

By then, I couldn't even differentiate who was overdoing it more. I was like the marshmallow in a s'more, pressed between two graham crackers.

"I can't with you… Look at your face, Sophie. Admit you're just a slut!"

Max grabbed a mirror and placed it before us. I saw myself drooling, my eyes red-rimmed, my face flushed with a rosy shade that only came with the satisfaction of intimacy.

This had been thrilling—way more thrilling than I could ever imagine.

Suddenly, a click sounded outside. Mrs. Parker called out, "Max, Leo, Sophie, I'm back."

For a moment, my body instinctively tensed, causing both Max and Leo to collapse against me with muffled moans.

While heading toward Leo's bedroom, Mrs. Parker asked, "Sophie? Why aren't you guys answering?"

A slap landed on my butt. Leo smiled mischievously. "Gosh, you're even tightening it. You really wish our mom could see you, right?"

The more he taunted me, the harder it was for me to relax. If we were seen…

"Relax, Sophie," Max muttered softly, giving me a tender kiss. As he rubbed my core, he slowly deepened the kiss.

"Mom, Sophie got tired and fell asleep. I'm doing my assignment. Could you pipe down a little?" Leo responded calmly.

Curious, Mrs. Parker asked, "And where's Max?"