Fancy clothing and shiny pins with the university crest on them, yes.
Check.
A separation of the student body based off the usual classism and vapidness.
Check.
To have to get his hands dirty in his search for the truth. Obviously.
Check.
“Did you see West this morning by the fountain?” a girl whispered as she passed behind Nix with her friends. “He got a new tattoo over the summer!”
“Were you able to read what it said?” another excitedly replied. “I was too slow.”
“I was too busy looking at Yejun,” one of the guys with them laughed as they seated themselves at a nearby table. “Did his shoulders get broader? Is that even possible?”
“I saw him at his mom's exhibit a month ago,” the first girl said. “I waved and he waved back!”
Nix felt that weight shift, settling lower until it was a heavy stone in his gut instead. His hand hovered over his tray, the fork clasped so tightly in his hand that his knuckles were starting to cramp and turn white.
He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting.
But being forced onto his knees in front of the university’s most famous students hadn’t been on the list.
Neither had blowing one of them.
Or the humiliation of it all.
The disgust, aimed at them and himself.
At the way he hadn’t been able to get it out of his head ever since. Over forty-nine hours ago, he’d had West Corleone’s cock in his mouth. He’d had Yejun’s come on his face.
Lake’s gaze on his body…
Had he noticed? The other two had been too distracted with themselves, there was a very good chance they hadn’t paid Nix proper attention, but Lake…Lake had stared as if his eyes had the ability to peel through the layers of Nix’s skin straight to the marrow of his bones.
What were the odds he hadn’t caught sight of Nix’s dick, hard and dripping between his thighs?
“Hey,” Grady’s voice cut through Nix’s shame and he blinked, lifting his head to his roommate. “Are you okay? You suddenly turned pale.” He glanced down at the barely picked at tray of food. “Is this not to your liking? Should we get something else?”
“No,” Nix shook his head, grateful when his voice came out steady and strong, the opposite of how he currently felt. He tried a smile, only partially managing to make it believable. “I’m fine, thanks though.”
“You sure? You—” Grady’s sentence was cut off by a sudden burst of conversation around them. The din grew in excitement and he and Nix both searched the room for the source.
It didn’t take long to figure out what had set them off. Nix saw it just before he heard the group that had been talking at the other table exclaim loudly, “It’s the Demons!”
Lake led the way, like some horribly cliché teen movie, pausing just within the open doorframe of the cafeteria. His gaze swept over the masses, enigmatic expression firmly in place. The second his eyes locked on Nix, he started forward, the other two close on his heels.
Nix held his breath, certain this was a mistake or another one of the fucked up nightmares he’d had the past couple of nights. The Demons were the main cast, though there usually wasn’t an audience and he typically could tell right away it was a dream.
Just to be sure, he dug his nails into his palm beneath the table, wincing at the sharp burst of pain.
Yejun winked at people as they passed while West played around on his multi-slate, following the other two without needing to watch where he was going. Whenever he came even close to walking into something, the nearest student would simply move it out of the way for him.
Lake had kept his word. Nix had checked his status on the app the moment he’d escaped from their house of terror. His account had a shiny little crown icon over the top, and he had access to the King chatrooms.
The problem?
