Beauty In The Boy's Dorm
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
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Chapter 3
Lana's Point of View
I just stood there wordlessly as I watched this guy go off with my pass. I was unable to stop him because he was bigger and stronger than me, and I didn't want to risk being found out on my first day.
I can't survive school without my cafeteria pass... the students are entitled to three free meals in a day, but you can't have a meal without the pass. Which means I will be unable to get any food until I can get back my pass from him.
And that equals one thing-Starvation.
"Hey..." I jerked slightly when I heard someone's voice from behind me. I turned towards the dark-haired boy who was standing behind me. "Are you lost?"
He was only a few inches taller than me, with more rounded features compared to the guy that just left me, his grey eyes narrowed as he neared me.
"Um, yeah, kind of," I answered, and his eyes sized me up and down as if I were a puzzle that he was trying to solve.
"Are you one of the students who got in through the scholarship?"
I nodded hurriedly.
"Where are you going?" he asked, unimpressed.
"I am going to the Zenith Hall."
"I am going there too, let's go." He offered, he wasn't polite, but he wasn't rude either, and I had no reason to refuse his help.
I was indeed lost.
"Do you know the guy who was talking to you?" He asked suddenly again, and I shook my head. "Did you get into a fight with him?"
"No, I don't know him, and I don't think it was a fight," I confessed, my eyes fell to his coat that was folded in my hands. "I bumped into him, and I spilled something on his coat. He refused to just settle for an apology, and he wants me to pay for the coat."
"And how much is the coat?" He inquired again.
"Um, he said eight thousand."
"Damn...Too bad for you." He tut. "I don't think he will just let it go; that guy is kind of a big shot in here."
Great, now I need someone else to tell me just how fucked I am now.
"Being on his bad side on your first day might not be so good for you. I suggest you find a means to pay back for the coat or make it up to him. That or life might be difficult for you." He explained, and I felt anger bubble in my chest.
"It wasn't entirely my fault. Why would he make life difficult for me because of a harmless mistake?" I complained under my breath.
The boy beside me chortled mockingly.
"Well, for your information, that is Christian Blackwood, the son of Dr. Robert Blackwood JNR." The moment I heard the last name, I felt my heart stop all function, and an unfamiliar pain started in the pit of my stomach. "Rules don't apply to him here, and this is the little I can do for you as a senior here."
He then pointed towards the building before us.
"This is Zenith Hall. I hope you get your shits sorted out."
*****
My heart pounded erratically in my chest as I held onto the doorknob leading to my dorm, which I would be sharing with two other boys. The thoughts faded when the door suddenly opened.
"Hm?" A blonde boy was standing just a few inches away from me. He held the doorknob, seems like he was about to leave the room. Our eyes met, and then he asked. "Are you our last roommate?"
My eyes quickly flickered to the number on the door just to be sure, before I nodded slowly.
"Welcome home..." He seemed pretty excited by my presence. "Who would have thought they would bring such a cute, feminine-looking boy to be our roommate?"
I took a step back, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me inside. I stumbled backwards, quickly putting a distance between us.
My eyes darted around to take in my environment, but when it got to the single bed at the farthest end of the room, I felt my heart stop again.
But for the first time today, my heart isn't stopping due to panic, but from total admiration. There was a beautiful male figure sitting majestically on the bed, his long legs crossed over the other as he quietly read a book, uninterested in the chaos going on in the room.
I blushed furiously at the sight of this sexually appealing man.
"What is your name?" This blonde's voice cut through my thoughts again, and my eyes flickered back to his icy blue eyes that stared into the depths of my soul.
"L-Alan." I corrected myself quickly. "Alan Rowan."
"Even your voice is soft like a girl's." He squealed, his eyes and voice were filled with a child-like wonder, and then he walked me towards the bunk and draped an arm over my shoulder. "I am Noah Walker, and I hope we get along."
He embraced me boldly, and I know that he didn't mean any disrespect; he is only touching me because he thinks I am a boy like him.
I hoped he wouldn't feel the bindings around my chest. I stepped away from him with a nervous smile on my face.
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you, too, Noah." My eyes stylishly darted in the direction of the other roommate.
"Will you like to take the top bunk or the lower bunk?" He asked politely before he pointed to the sexy boy who was lying on the single bed. "Meanie over there already chose a bed before we came, so we have to share this one."
Noah's fingers swept into his hair.
"Naturally, to bond as roommates, we are supposed to play a game of rock, paper, scissors, the winners get the single bed-but he is grumpy much; wouldn't even tell me his name." I paused for a while as my eyes flickered back to the direction of the hot guy who behaved like we weren't even in the room.
His concentration was as solid as concrete, even Noah's deep and loud voice was unable to break it, and it made me curious about the book he was reading-It must be so interesting.
"Can I stay on the upper bunk?" I asked hopefully.
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9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
7.4
Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy.
Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved.
But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all.
Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her.
Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
8.1
I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat.
A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt.
The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men.
I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser?
It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot.
I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness.
"The crazy woman you knew before is dead."
I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.