Lately, after my late-night video chats with my online boyfriend, his demands had been escalating, his kinks twisting into something darker and increasingly bizarre. I was just starting to worry about the toll it was taking on him when a strange, translucent text began scrolling across my field of vision like a live-feed comment section. [LMAO, the tragic side-bitch is so ugly and clueless. She has no idea she's dealing with triplets! All three of them are sharing one account and using her as their personal Pornhub~] [It’s her own fault for stealing the heroine's photos to date the male lead. Kellan’s a proud guy. When he figured out the truth, he decided to play along and let his two virgin older brothers use her to practice their bedroom skills!] [Hahaha, this is a top-tier reverse-harem dark college romance. All three Carmichael brothers are campus gods. Six-foot-two, eight inches, and can go all night. The heroine is going to feast later on! It’s just a shame this cheap knock-off gets to enjoy them first :(] [Who cares? Once Kellan leaks her explicit videos online, the cyberbullying will push her to jump off a building. So satisfying~] Ah. So that was it. The thing is, I never stole anyone's photos to date online. But I had no desire to explain myself. If they wanted to play me, they couldn't blame me when I decided to treat them like dogs and play them right back. I made the first move by tracking down the middle brother, Hudson—the one who fronted as innocent but harbored the darkest, most voracious appetite of them all. Looking into his clean, detached eyes, I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, tilted my head back, and offered him a blinding smile. "Take me to bed tonight. Okay?" 01 The moment the words left my mouth, Hudson recoiled as if a lunatic had just latched onto him. He grabbed my arms, shoving me back. But then his eyes focused on my face. He froze. The look in his eyes morphed from repulsion into utter, mesmerized shock. The floating text in my vision went wild. [WHAT THE FUCK! Nobody mentioned the side character was this gorgeous!] [If I’m reading this right, it’s not that the side character stole the heroine's pics. The heroine stole HER pics to catfish the male lead!] [Oh, calm down, what’s the big deal? Kellan loves the heroine for her inner beauty, not just a face.] [Exactly. The side chick is so stupid, she hasn't even realized this isn't Kellan, it's his brother Hudson.] … It was only today, reading these surreal, floating comments, that I finally understood the reality of my existence. I was living inside a steamy BookTok sensation. I was the impoverished, disposable collateral damage. The heroine was my trust-fund roommate, Camille. The male lead was Kellan Carmichael, the scion of a top-tier billionaire dynasty. The supporting male leads were his older brothers: Declan, the eldest, and Hudson, the middle child. Kellan and I met through an online game. He fell hard, spending the last three years absolutely spoiling me, funding my life from afar. That was, until things got spicy, and I refused to show my face on camera. Camille, who had her sights set on Kellan, saw an opportunity. She used an AI deepfake of my face to video-chat him. Kellan, assuming I was the fraud who had stolen Camille’s photos, decided to punish me. He handed over the login to his brothers, letting them take turns using me as a digital plaything. Eventually, when the truth came out, the Carmichael brothers would decide that my poverty made me a gold-digger, inherently cheap and undeserving, while Camille remained pure, elegant, and high-class. To wash their hands of me and appease Camille, they would leak my private videos. The resulting cyberbullying would drive me off the roof of a building. These filthy, entitled men. When they wanted to get off, they’d give their lives for my body. But once they were satisfied, they wanted me dead. So, while they were still inexperienced, arrogant virgins, I was going to sleep with all of them. I was going to make them tear each other apart. And then, I was going to walk away without looking back. I blinked up at Hudson, batting my eyelashes. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you not recognize me?" Hudson snapped out of his trance. His voice was a magnetic, crisp baritone. "I recognize you." "You're Camille." I shook my head, my smile widening. "Nope." "I'm Faye." Confusion and shock warred on his handsome features. Without breaking eye contact, I pulled out my phone and dialed Kellan’s number via FaceTime. A second later, the phone in Hudson’s pocket began to buzz. He looked down, then brought his gaze back to me, disbelief written in every line of his face. "You... you're really Sweet Cream?" Sweet Cream was my online handle. I grinned at him. "Yeah." "Didn't you say you missed me?" "Well, here I am. I came all this way so we can do all those dirty things we talked about." Hudson swallowed hard. His pale, aristocratic face flushed so deeply it looked like it might bleed. "This... this isn't right." "...It's too fast." A strange thrill fluttered in my chest. He was even more repressed and bashful than I had observed. Yet, according to the script, he was the one with the most insatiable libido. I kept my tone light, teasing. "We've been dating online for three years. I wouldn't call this fast." "Besides, I've helped you out on video so many times." I paused, letting my smile slip just a fraction. "Or... are you disappointed with how I look in person?" Hudson opened his mouth, but the words died in his throat. The text scrolled by: [Hudson is obsessed with her body, but he knows she belongs to his precious baby brother. Kellan misunderstood her, and Hudson knows he's just an imposter. He can't sleep with her.] Oh. Now we care about brotherly love and moral boundaries? Where was that morality when you were conspiring to humiliate me? I reached up, hooked my arms around Hudson's neck, and pulled his mouth down to mine. 02 The second our lips met, Hudson’s eyes flew wide open. His breath hitched, a sharp intake of air that vibrated against my mouth. But his heartbeat was deafening. And his physical reaction was undeniable. The moment my body pressed flush against his, the hard evidence of his arousal pressed back... making me even more excited. I kissed him with reckless abandon. But after a moment, Hudson awkwardly pushed me away, stumbling two steps backward. His voice was raspy, frantic. "Sweet Cream, don't do this." I let my lower lip tremble. I looked at him, forcing tears to well up in my eyes until they were rimmed with red. "Kellan... you don't actually like me, do you? All those times you said you loved me online, you were just lying." "No!" Hudson denied instantly. "Then why are you pushing me away?" I choked out, a perfect picture of heartbreak. "I'm offering myself to you." Hudson just stared at me, his Adam's apple bobbing silently. I lowered my eyes. I let my voice crack. "I get it." "You think I'm poor. You think I'm not good enough for you." "But it's not like you just found out about my background." "You're a liar." "We're done. Let's break up." "I'm blocking you, and you'll never hear from me again." I pulled up his profile on my phone, my thumb hovering over the Delete Contact button. Suddenly, Hudson lunged forward and clamped his hand over my wrist. I looked up. Two perfect, crystalline tears slid slowly down my flushed cheeks. Hudson's eyelashes fluttered. For a long, suspended moment, we just looked at each other in the heavy silence. Then, as if a dam had burst within him, his hot palm cupped the back of my neck, and he crashed his mouth down on mine with the force of a hurricane. It was like he couldn't get enough, couldn't breathe enough of me in. He scooped me up into his arms, kissing me blindly as he carried me toward Kellan’s bedroom. My pleated skirt, the crisp white button-down, the black lace... they formed a trail from the doorway to the edge of the bed. The room filled with the heavy, tangled sounds of our breathing. The comment section was losing its mind: [AHHH! Wasn't Hudson supposed to save himself for the heroine? Why is he giving it to the side chick?] [It’s all this bitch’s fault for threatening to break up! Hudson is just trying to save his brother’s relationship, so he has to commit to the bit!] [NGL, healthy relationships are great, but toxic, forbidden lust is so much hotter!] [LMAO I know right?! The taboo vibes are insane! Hudson's V-line and that stamina are making me weak in the knees!] I hissed in a sharp breath, a physiological tear leaking from the corner of my eye. Hudson froze instantly. He looked down, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You... you're a virgin?" I gave a shy, breathless "Mhm." The hands gripping my waist tightened possessively. Kellan had sworn that Sweet Cream was a cheap cam-girl who would sleep with anyone for cash, that she was used goods. But her eyes, her reactions, her very body told him the absolute truth: she was untouched. She was clean. She was worthy of being loved. A wave of intense guilt washed over Hudson. But when he remembered that his idiot brother Kellan had gone out to find Camille tonight, that guilt rapidly morphed into a twisted sense of relief. Thank god Kellan had gone to Camille. Thank god this perfect, sweet girl was his now. Hudson tenderly kissed the tear from the corner of my eye. His voice was a dark, gravelly murmur, thick with adoration. "Baby, I'm going to take such good care of you." I sneered internally. Yeah, right. Once I had my fun with all three of them, they’d be nothing but a bad memory. But on the outside, I played the part of the profoundly moved lover. "I'll take good care of you, too." I initiated the next kiss. And the man—who had always been slave to his own repressed desires—kissed me back harder, faster, more desperate than before. I lost track of how many times we went at it. Until, suddenly, the bedroom door swung open. Hudson and I, along with the figure standing in the doorway, all froze. In the dead, suffocating silence, I peeked over Hudson's shoulder. It was a tall, imposing man. But before I could even make out his features, Hudson snapped back to reality and yanked the heavy duvet completely over my head. Plunged into darkness, I felt him slip out of the bed. He leaned close to the blanket, whispering frantically. "I have to step out." "Stay in bed. Don't come out." "Wait for me to come back for you." 03 Hudson shut the door tightly behind him. But thanks to the floating comments, I had a front-row seat to the drama unfolding in the living room. Out there, Declan was staring at the red scratch marks raked down Hudson’s arms. His eyes were dark, his voice low and dangerous. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Bringing some girl back to fool around in Kellan’s bed." Hudson didn't flinch. His tone was eerily calm. "That girl is Sweet Cream. She thinks I'm Kellan." Declan stiffened. Then a harsh, mocking laugh escaped him. "You really are pathetic." "A girl who's been around the block with god knows how many guys, and you're treating her like some delicacy?" Hudson's expression turned ice-cold. "She was a virgin. She's completely pure." "And she never lied to Kellan. She looks exactly like her photos. Camille was the one who stole her face and manipulated him." Declan was stunned into silence. It took him a long time to find his voice. "Then you definitely shouldn't have touched her." "You know how obsessed Kellan is with her." Meeting his older brother's disappointed glare, Hudson didn't back down. "I'm obsessed with her, too." "Besides, Kellan is basically with Camille now." "I need you to cover for me. Don't tell Kellan, and don't tell Sweet Cream. Let me keep being Kellan to her." "I don't want to break her heart. When the time is right, I'll explain everything to her myself." Declan’s face was stormy. "I'm not helping you with this sick game." Hudson stared at him for a long beat. "...Is it because you want her for yourself?" Declan looked as if he’d been slapped. He swore under his breath. "I'm not as depraved as you. I wouldn't touch my own brother's girlfriend." A cruel, knowing smile touched Hudson's lips. "Really? Because you certainly didn't mind jerking off to her videos." Declan choked on his next words. It was true. He had only let me "help" him out once on video. But once was still a fact. Hudson’s voice hardened into steel. "I'm not logging into Kellan's account for you tomorrow." "She's mine. I'm going to marry her." "Neither of you gets to take her from me." Declan let out a cold scoff, his gaze sharpening into blades. "Did you forget she is currently Kellan's girlfriend?" "You're not even the other man, you're just a cheap knock-off, and you're planning a wedding?" "You need to get her out of here right now, and put Kellan's room back exactly the way you found it." "Unless you want Kellan coming at you with a knife when he finds out!" Declan was immovable. But Hudson refused to yield. "Kellan went to see Camille. He won't be back for days." "As long as you keep your mouth shut, no one has to get hurt." Declan opened his mouth to argue, but Hudson cut him off. "I took her virginity. Are you telling me I should act like some deadbeat and not take responsibility?" Declan aggressively rubbed his temples, utterly exasperated by his useless brother. He tried to find a compromise. "I can keep quiet for now." "But if Kellan decides it's her he really wants, you have to back off." "Why?" "Because he's the youngest. As his older brother, it's your job to step aside for him." Hudson let out a soft, hollow laugh. "I'm your younger brother, too. Why don't you ever step aside for me?" "Why do you always trample over my feelings and force me to do things I hate?" Declan's lips parted, but whatever argument he had died on his tongue, weighed down by guilt. Hudson threw a final, "Remember to call me Kellan in front of her," over his shoulder before coming back into the room. But the mood was broken. He just climbed into bed and held me silently against his chest. Which was fine by me. My body was aching from the sheer intensity of what we'd just done. I needed the rest. The comments, however, were absolutely seething. 04 [This side character is a literal plague! Declan and Hudson have NEVER fought, and now they're at each other's throats over her!] [Hudson was already obsessed with her voice and body on screen. Now that he’s actually held her and tasted her, there’s no way in hell he’s letting go.] [I can't wait to see who Declan sides with when Hudson and Kellan inevitably try to kill each other over her.] Who would he side with? Hahaha. I was going to make sure Declan was throwing punches right alongside them. With me in the picture, this "brotherly bond" was going to burn to the ground. The next morning. Alerted by the comments that Declan was up and working out, I slipped out of bed to find him. In the faint, hazy morning light, I found Declan on the balcony. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants, holding a perfect plank. The lines of his shoulders were sharp and fluid. Veins popped along his forearms. His fiercely defined abs tightened and relaxed with every controlled exhale. It was like a silent, primal invitation. The raw testosterone rolling off him was intoxicating. I swallowed lightly. I finally understood the phrase: He was just breathing; I was seducing. I slid the glass door open. "Kellan?" I murmured. Declan stiffened. He immediately broke his form and stood up, looking down at me. I quietly took him in. Though the triplets shared the same face, their auras couldn't be more different. Kellan was arrogant and spoiled. Hudson was repressed and elegant. Declan had a rugged, untamed danger to him. His voice was a block of ice. "I'm not Kellan. I'm Declan." I let out a soft, breathy laugh. "Declan, Kellan, whatever... aren't you just my boyfriend?" I stepped right into his space and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my cheek against his warm, sweat-slicked chest. Damn. He felt like a brick wall. Declan frowned deeply and shoved me off. His tone dropped another ten degrees. "We are triplets. I am the oldest. My name is Declan." I feigned utter embarrassment, letting my cheeks flush red. "Oh! Oh my god, Kellan never mentioned... um, I'll just... go back to the room." Glancing one last time at the faint pink smudge I had intentionally left on his chest, I jogged back to the bedroom, immensely satisfied. I hadn't been under the covers for more than a few minutes before Hudson stirred. Seeing me awake, he hauled me flush against his chest, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He pressed a few groggy kisses to my skin before murmuring, his voice rough with sleep, "Baby, I want you again." I widened my eyes in mock shock. "Didn't you just have me out there? You're still not satisfied?" Hudson froze. His sleepy eyes snapped into sharp, terrified focus.
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