It'll break, be gentle - 9

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Yan Xiaoxiao stopped after entering the West Campus and couldn't help but look back. Although he said he hated them, he still hoped his two lovers would come after him and coax him, but he was disappointed. His handsome brows furrowed even more. These two bastards didn't even come after him! How hateful! Were they angry? What right did they have to be angry? Their behavior was so egregious that even a slap wouldn't be too much. Just because he didn't get into the East Campus, they forced him to sneak onto the subway, pretended to be a pervert early in the morning, lewdly threatened him, sexually assaulted him, and forced him to have a threesome. In the end, they even got themselves mistaken for thieves and had to flee in a sorry state… The thought of riding naked on their penises, moaning and groaning as they fucked him in the street, while being chased by a bunch of subway staff, filled him with utter embarrassment! Two lecherous tigers, both inside him, awkwardly carried him as they ran, their pace slowing them as they nearly got caught by the relentless pursuit. Luckily, they managed to shake them off by throwing away their "armor" in an alley. His heart had been pounding with fear; he couldn't imagine what would have happened if he hadn't escaped. He'd lost all face. The only saving grace was that they were all "fully armed," so no one had seen them. Otherwise, he didn't know how he would ever face the rest of the world! So he didn't regret hitting Little Tiger at all. They thought he was a pushover, that they could do whatever they wanted to him. He had a temper too! "Achoo..." The cold rain kept hitting him, making him sneeze. His pretty, delicate face grew even angrier. He'd dropped his umbrella on the subway while running away; it was a gift from his godfather, Long Jiu, who had specially bought it for him in China. The down jacket his godfather had designed for him was also lost in the escape, along with his sunglasses, mask, and hat. Now he was freezing… But more painful than the cold was his lower body. His two orifices ached terribly from the relentless penetration of the men's large penises, making his legs weak and powerless, every step a struggle. His underwear was completely soaked, filled with the filth of the two men and his own—how filthy… “Ah…” Lost in thought, Yan Xiaoxiao didn't notice the group approaching from behind. Unable to dodge in time, he was forcefully knocked down onto the wet ground. Yan Xiaoxiao cried out in pain, looking up at the person who had knocked him down. The person was a strikingly handsome British young man with golden curly hair, phoenix eyes bluer than the ocean, and skin as smooth and white as jade—like an angel straight out of a painting. "What a handsome person! Judging from his blue pants, he must be a second-year student, my senior!" "You wretched yellow-skinned man! You almost made me fall! Are you looking for death?!" Instead of apologizing and helping Yan Xiaoxiao up, the other man cursed, his thick aristocratic accent filled with disgust and contempt. He might look like an angel, but his personality was anything but! Yan Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow slightly, but he knew he shouldn't have stood still in the middle of the road. He immediately apologized, "I'm sorry!" "Get out of the way!" The blond, aristocratic-looking young man snorted coldly, kicked him hard, and then left in a grand procession with his large entourage. Yan Xiaoxiao cried out in pain from the kick, looking at the arrogant figure surrounded and carefully served by the crowd, utterly frustrated and unable to believe that such a wicked person existed in the world. In the rain, he could still vaguely hear the followers vying to hold an umbrella for the blond-haired pretty boy, asking if he was hurt, whether he needed to go to the infirmary, and someone even asking him if he needed to go to the hospital… Yan Xiaoxiao rolled his eyes. He was the one who was injured; the blond-haired pretty boy wasn't hurt at all. What a terrible day! Yan Xiaoxiao tried to get up, but his already sore and weak legs had been kicked by the blond-haired pretty boy, and now they hurt terribly, making it impossible for him to stand. "Are you alright?" Just then, a concerned voice with a slight Chinese accent but fairly fluent English came from behind. Yan Xiaoxiao turned around and saw a freshman standing behind him, a little taller than him, with the same skin color, fairly handsome, dyed blond hair, and wearing blue contact lenses. The other person seemed to be pretending to be a foreigner, but the distinctive features and skin color of an Asian could not be hidden. Seeing that they were fellow countrymen, Yan Xiaoxiao felt a surge of warmth and gently shook her head, shyly pleading, "I'm alright, but could you please help me up? I can't get up!" The other person quickly helped her up, angrily scolding, "I saw it all! That Abel Dieter was really awful!" Although the other person looked furious, they hadn't immediately stepped in to defend Yan Xiaoxiao or argue with the blond-haired boy. They only came out after the blond-haired boy and his group had left. "Thank you. Who is Abel Dieter?" The naive Yan Xiaoxiao didn't think much of it and sincerely thanked them. "He's the arrogant second-year student who bumped into you, cursed at you, and kicked you. I heard he's the duke's son and has royal blood, so he's especially arrogant and looks down on everyone, especially foreigners. He thinks we're all inferior to him. He's very famous; he's the most powerful student in the West Campus!" Although the other person was also a freshman, they seemed to know a lot about the school. "I see. Thank you so much!" Yan Xiaoxiao finally understood why the blond-haired boy had been so rude and thanked them again. Luckily, a fellow countryman helped him up; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been able to get up on his own! "You're welcome. We're all Chinese, of course we should help each other! My name is Jiang Ansi, and my English name is Nick. What's yours?" the other person said warmly, but his eyes, behind his blue contact lenses, were cold and devoid of warmth. "My Chinese name is Yan Xiaoxiao, and my English name is Dana," Yan Xiaoxiao introduced himself shyly. It was lucky to meet a fellow countryman here. "Your Chinese is so cute. Can I call you Xiaoxiao from now on? You can call me Ansi." The smile on his lips deepened, but there was still no smile in his eyes. "Okay! Ansi, I really don't know how to thank you!" Yan Xiaoxiao nodded. It was indeed strange that he was called by his English name when they were both Chinese. Although only his parents, two godfathers, and two lecherous men had ever called him by his Chinese name. "I told you not to be so polite. Your leg must be bruised. I'll take you to the infirmary," Jiang Ansi said with concern, looking down at his leg with the frightening shoe print. "No need, it's just a minor injury. Let's hurry to the opening ceremony, don't be late." Yan Xiaoxiao quickly shook his head. His leg was covered in dried semen; how could he go to the infirmary to get it treated? Besides, he was terrified of seeing doctors because of his physical condition. What if the doctor discovered he wasn't normal? He didn't want to drop out on the first day of school! "Okay!" Jiang Ansi nodded. They were indeed going to be late and needed to attend the opening ceremony immediately. Supported by Jiang Ansi, Yan Xiaoxiao limped towards the tall, elegant, old-fashioned British-style building. The opening ceremony was supposed to be held on the playground, but it was raining outside, so they had to go to the teaching building first. Yan Xiaoxiao's high school life had officially begun, but the first day was already so "thrilling," "unlucky," and he was injured, seemingly foreshadowing a turbulent high school experience...

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