Chapter 78
by
Me333
What do you do inside?
You hear strange noises!
The glass door slid shut behind you, and the thumping bass of the party was instantly muffled, replaced by a heavy, profound silence.
The air inside the mansion was cool, a stark contrast to the humid heat of the patio. You leaned against a wall for a moment, your head spinning, trying to process the overwhelming amount of images and sounds that had just assaulted you. The way Justin was crawling, his dick in a tiny cage, Trent’s cruel smirk, his commands and the dangling silver key around his neck. It felt more like a fever dream than anything that was real. You felt like you needed to sit down for a moment ans you needed to be alone.
You started down the by now familiar hallway, your footsteps soft on the plush carpet. Your mind was a foggy mess of **** and confusion. The next door you saw was closed, but it was strange, because when you saw it earlier it was still open, since you looked inside of it. Behind the door was one of the rooms with the big beds and low lighting. But right now a low, rhythmic sound was bleeding through the expensive wood, a rhythmic creaking, punctuated by a muffled, guttural moans. It was unmistakably the sound of sex.
Could this be the sounds of Taylor and Dior? You saw them go inside a while ago and they haven't come out yet. Part of you, the very drunk and curious part, wanted to press your ear to the door, to listen to this very raw and private moment you’d seen kind of foreshadowed earlier when you watched over the party. But another part, the part that was still reeling from Justin’s public humiliation, recoiled. It felt too intimate, too intense to witness or for you to even have the right to listen to it.
A few more steps down the hallway was another door, but this one was slightly open and you could also hear sounds coming from it. The moans were more femenin and you though you could hear Abigail's voice in them.
You weren't sure if you should stay at this door and continue to listen to Dior and Taylor or if you should move on to the other door where you maybe even get to take a peak of whats happening inside...
Where do you go?
The Black Students Association
Initiation
The plane from Germany feels like a lifetime ago. All that’s real now is the weight of the suitcase in your hand and the sprawling, unfamiliar campus of your new American university. You’re Emile, white, eighteen years old, an exchange student, your straight, or at least you think you are, your body is average, besides the big bubble butt that you always got bullied for, and your new home is a dorm room with two beds. Your roommate is Jamal. He’s tall, athletic, with a confidence that seems to radiate from him. His skin is dark, his smile is sharp and disarming, and his presence... it’s just commanding. He’s not just another student; he’s the heart of the Black Students Association, the BSA, a group everyone on campus respects. They fight for equality, they push back against racism, that’s the official story, the one you would hear in the hallways. But you start to notice things. Little things. The way the white members of their circle look at the Black members. A certain look in their eyes. The way commands are given... and followed. Without question or hesitation. Jamal takes you under his wing from day one. He walks you through campus, his hand a warm weight on your shoulder, introducing you to everyone who matters. He makes you feel seen, welcomed. And somewhere between the campus tours and the late-night talks in your shared room, you start to feel it too. That subtle, magnetic pull toward him. That warm, comforting pressure to just... follow his lead. And maybe, just maybe... you don’t mind at all. This is your semester. Your education. In more ways than one.
Updated on Jun 10, 2026
by Me333
Created on Aug 17, 2025
by Me333
With every decision at the end of a chapter your game state can change. Here are your current variables.
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