On the school terrace, Saul gives in to his deepest desires with Minjun and Jihoon, discovering not only pleasure, but also an emotional bond that changes everything.
The afternoon sun filtered between the buildings of Seoul, tinting the rooftop terrace of Hanbit High School gold. The air smelled of hot cement and the last wisteria blossoms clinging to the metal railings, their purple petals swaying in the breeze. Saul, a fair-skinned boy with delicate features who had yet to adjust to his new body in this life, leaned over the workbench, adjusting the cables for the small solar panel his group was to install for their science project. Beside him, Minjun and Jihoon, two of the most popular students in the grade, leaned against the low wall, crossing their arms with the confidence that only comes from intelligence and a physique sculpted by years of swimming and basketball.
Minjun, the taller of the two, with broad shoulders that strained the fabric of his school shirt and an undercut haircut that highlighted his sharp cheekbones, glanced sideways at Saul as he bit his lower lip in concentration. Jihoon, more agile but equally imposing, with a mischievous smile that always seemed to promise something forbidden, played with a pen between his fingers, twisting the cap with precise movements. The atmosphere was relaxed, almost lazy, but there was something in the air—a subtle tension, like the buzz of a live wire about to spark.
"So?" Minjun asked, his deep voice echoing in Saul's chest. "Are you going to sit there staring at the manual all afternoon, or are you going to help?"
Saul looked up, his dark eyes shining with a mix of shyness and something else, something he couldn't even name yet. Since he'd been "reborn" in this body, in this school, everything seemed more intense: the smells, the sounds, the brush of fabric against his skin. But most of all, the desire. A persistent heat that burned from his stomach to his groin whenever Minjun or Jihoon got too close. Like now, when Jihoon leaned toward him, his warm breath brushing against his ear as he pointed at a diagram on the paper.
"Here, Saul-ah," Jihoon whispered, dragging out the last syllable of his name like it was candy. "Connect the red wire to the positive terminal. If you do it wrong, this thing will explode in our faces."
Saul swallowed, feeling his throat go dry. The accidental contact of his hands as he flipped through the textbook, Jihoon's thigh pressing against his under the table... It was all too much. Without thinking, his trembling fingers slid down Minjun's lap, brushing against the rough fabric of his school pants. The boy didn't move, but Saul felt the muscle in his thigh tense beneath his touch. God, how thick, he thought, his fingertips tracing without permission the hard shape growing beneath the fabric.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Minjun didn't sound angry. Rather, his voice was a low growl, laced with something Saul couldn't decipher. But when he looked up, Minjun's eyes were fixed on him, darkened by a desire she made no attempt to hide.
"I don't know," Saul confessed, his voice breaking. "I just… want to play."
Jihoon chuckled, but didn't stop him. Instead, he leaned closer, his hand covering Saul's on Minjun's lap, guiding her firmly. "Go ahead, baby. Open it."
The sound of the zipper being pulled down was like a gunshot in the silence of the terrace. Saul gasped as the zipper opened, revealing the prominent bulge beneath Minjun's black boxers. He hadn't expected it to be so big. Thick, heavy, the purple head peeking above the waistband of the briefs, with prominent veins pulsing beneath the smooth skin. The scent of male sweat and something more primal hit him, making his mouth flood with saliva. Without waiting for permission, Saul leaned in, his lips brushing the fabric of the boxers before Jihoon stopped him, grabbing him by the hair.
"Not so fast, bitch," Jihoon pulled his head back, forcing him to look at him. "First, ask properly."
Saul gasped, the pain in his scalp mixing with a pleasure running down his spine. "Please," he whispered, the words coming out unfiltered. "I want to suck it. Both of you."
Minjun growled, his fingers tangling in Saul's collar to pull him closer. "Fucking pervert. Since when do you want this?"
"Since always," Saul wasn't lying. In this life, in any other, his desire for them was an absolute truth.
There were no more words. Minjun released his cock with a jerk, the member springing upward, heavy and throbbing. Saul didn't wait: he wrapped his fingers around the base, feeling the scorching heat, the soft skin on steel. When his tongue grazed the tip, the salty, bitter taste flooded him, making his hips buck involuntarily. I need more. He opened his mouth, sinking down until Minjun's head hit the back of his throat. The sound that escaped Minjun—a mix of a moan and a curse—emboldened him. His lips closed around the shaft, sucking hard while his hands explored the heavy testicles, teasing them between his fingers.
Jihoon wasn't far behind. With a swift movement, he unbuttoned his own pants, pulling out a cock almost identical in size, though slightly thinner, with a redder, shinier head. "Open it, Saul," he ordered, rubbing the glans against Saul's swollen lips. "Suck like it's the last time."
Saul obeyed, alternating between the two of them, his hands busy massaging their bases while his mouth worked tirelessly. Saliva dripped down his chin, mixing with the pre-cum already staining their tongues. Minjun grabbed the back of his neck, pushing his hips forward in short thrusts, rubbing his cock against Saul's tongue as if he were fucking his mouth. "Fuck, you're so good," he panted. "Like you were born to do this."
Jihoon was no less rude. With a sharp movement, he grabbed Saul by the shoulders and spun him around, shoving him back against the table. The cold metal against his stomach made him groan, but the sound was drowned out when Jihoon spat on his own hand and slid it between Saul's ass cheeks, finding his entrance with a precision that left him breathless. "You're soaking wet," Jihoon mocked, his fingers playing with the tight hole. "Does sucking us turn you on that much, bitch?"
"Y-yes," Saul couldn't deny it. Every time he swallowed their cocks, he felt his own member throb against the table, painfully hard inside his pants.
Minjun wasted no time. He positioned himself behind Jihoon, his hands on the other boy's hips as he watched him prepare Saul. "Go for it," he growled. "I want to see him swallow it."
Jihoon didn't need to be told twice. With a sharp thrust, he entered Saul, his thick cock forcing its way inside him in one brutal motion. The pain was intense, but short-lived, quickly replaced by a feeling of fullness that left him panting. "Ah, fuck!" Saul cried out, his fingers scraping the table as Jihoon began to move, his thrusts deep and measured, as if he knew exactly how to hit every nerve ending inside him.
Minjun wasn't left out. He moved closer, his cock still wet from Saul's saliva, and rubbed it against the boy's lips. "Open it," he demanded. "Suck me while I fuck your ass."
Saul obeyed, his mouth wrapping around Minjun as Jihoon pounded into him mercilessly. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, the muffled moans, the smell of sex and sweat… It was too much. Saul felt his own orgasm approaching, his cock throbbing inside his pants, but no one gave him permission to cum. He was bound to her pleasure, to her rhythm.
"You like it, asshole?" Jihoon gasped, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "You like us using you as our personal bitch?"
"Yes!" Saul cried around Minjun's cock, his tears mixing with the saliva dripping down his chin. "Please don't stop!"
They didn't stop. Minjun came first, his hot semen flooding Saul's throat, who swallowed every drop greedily, his eyes watery but his gaze filled with devotion. Jihoon followed soon after, burying himself deep inside Saul's body, filling him with thick jets that made him tremble. When he finally pulled out, Saul felt the liquid trickle down his thighs, marking him.
But they weren't done. Minjun lifted him off the table, turning him so his back was to Jihoon, who had recovered enough to be hard again. "Get on your knees," Minjun ordered, his voice a raspy whisper. "We're going to film you sucking someone else's cock."
Saul obeyed without question. While Jihoon held the phone, Minjun brought over another guy from the basketball team, a tall guy named Taeyong, whose cock wasn't as big as theirs but which Saul sucked with the same enthusiasm, his eyes fixed on the camera, knowing his masters were watching. When he was done, Taeyong left, confused but satisfied, while Saul stayed on his knees, panting, his own cock aching and unrelieved.
That's when Minjun and Jihoon moved closer, their cocks hard again, their gazes filled with something Saul didn't recognize at first. Minjun picked him up, dragging him toward the shadiest corner of the terrace, where the sunset painted everything orange and purple. Jihoon sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, and pulled Saul so he was positioned between his legs, his back against Jihoon's chest. Minjun positioned himself in front of them, his thighs surrounding Saul's hips.
"Give us a kiss," Minjun whispered, her lips brushing Saul's.
And Saul did. It was a slow, deep kiss, with tongues tangling and teeth nibbling on lips. As they kissed, Jihoon slid his hands under Saul's shirt, pinching his nipples until the boy moaned into Minjun's mouth. Then, unhurriedly, Jihoon parted Saul's ass cheeks and guided his own cock inside, penetrating him with a smooth but firm motion. Saul broke the kiss with a gasp, his head falling back against Jihoon's shoulder as Minjun watched him, his dark eyes shining with something that was no longer just lust.
"We love you," Minjun said, her words so unexpected that Saul felt his heart skip a beat. "You're ours."
Jihoon nodded, his lips pressing against Saul's temple as he began to move inside him, each thrust slow, almost tender. "Our obedient little slut," he murmured. "Our secret boyfriend."
Saul felt tears trickle down his cheeks. They weren't from pain, or shame. They were from something bigger, more terrifying. "I love you too...," he confessed, his voice trembling.
Minjun smiled, a gesture he rarely showed to others. He leaned in, capturing Saul's lips in another kiss as Jihoon entered him with deep strokes, his hands caressing Saul's chest, his fingers tangling with Minjun's on the boy's stomach. It was intimate. It was perfect.
When Jihoon came this time, it was silent, his cum filling Saul as Minjun kissed him, their tongues moving in time with Jihoon's last thrusts. Afterward, they stayed like that, the three of them intertwined, Minjun's weight on top of Saul and Jihoon's behind him, as if they were a single entity.
The sunset was fading, leaving the terrace in darkness. Saul closed his eyes, feeling the beat of their hearts against his back and chest, the smell of sex and sweat mingling with the sweet scent of wisteria. For the first time since he'd been reborn, he felt exactly where he was meant to be.
But deep down, one question lingered, hanging in the air like smoke from a recently extinguished cigarette: How far would they go for him? And more importantly, how far would he be willing to go for them?