...Knock!...Knock!...Knock!...

A series of loud knocks resounded from the door.

Although the nine men inside the room heard the knocking, none of them wanted to stop what they were doing to open the door—much less check who was outside the room. After all, they were in the middle of pleasuring themselves.

Together with their group were three girls. With such a difference in numbers, it was obvious that what was happening were multiple foursomes—three men to one hopeless girl.

...Knock!...Knock!...Knock!...

As the knocking continued and grew louder, the nine guys knew they couldn't ignore it anymore—not when they were expecting some of their other members, and some more girls, to arrive tonight.

Looking at each other, they all silently agreed to decide who would open the door using one of their traditional customs:

Whoever cum first and pulled out would be the one to do the troublesome job.

Feigning ignorance toward the furious knocking, the nine men continued to pleasure themselves. After a few minutes, one finally withdrew, pulling out his rod—now limp—along with his condom filled with his almost nonexistent release from the wet entrance of the girl he was with.

"Go and check who it is, quick shot," said another man, using the mouth of the same girl to pleasure himself.

"Who the fuc' is a quick shot?! It was because I'm fuckin' her hole!" he retorted. Yet despite his complaint, he still stood up from the bed and walked toward the door.

...Knock!...Knock!...Knock!...

The next series of knocks sounded more like bashing, causing the door to shake as if the next hit would blast it open. Before that could happen, the "quick shot," as everyone mocked him, finally opened the door, leaving the chain on so it wouldn't fully open in case he didn't recognize who was outside.

"Fuc', dude, what's wrong with you..." he said—only to suddenly change his question upon seeing Natan's bleeding face. "What the heck happened to you?... Hahaha!"

The sudden concern, laced with obvious mockery, wasn't what Natan cared about. What infuriated him was what he realized upon seeing the man through the gap of the chained door: completely naked, with a condom on his pathetic rod.

"You fuckin' bastard! This isn't what Dexter and I talked about!" Natan shouted, punching the door so hard his fist bled and the chain snapped—realizing that Dexter's men had already touched and assaulted his girlfriends.

"Relax, dude. We only just started. Besides, you can't complain if you haven't completed your task."

"We got all of them—and more—if that's what you're asking!"

To prove his claim, Natan stepped aside from the door, allowing the quick shot to see the girls—Kris and Marc's girlfriends—their hands bound by rope and mouths gagged, surrounded by his men wearing hooded robes.

The quick shot didn't even bother to recognize the faces under the hoods, nor remember that two of their own men were supposed to be mixed in to monitor Natan. After all, he was too focused—excited and aroused—not from seeing a bunch of beautiful, fresh first-year college girls their organization loved to hunt, but from seeing just one girl alone: one who was among the untouchable queens of the university—the one the FGH wouldn't dare to hunt.

"Fuc' bastard, is that Nubia?!"

His excited shout was overheard by the other eight men in the room, prompting them to stop pleasuring themselves using Natan's girlfriends and rush to the door, racing one another to confirm if what they heard was true.

"It's really her."

"Get out of the way, I'm fuckin' her first."

"The chief will do her first, idiot."

"Shut up, you dog."

"You can suck the rod of your master if that's what you want."

"We can do her three at a time."

"How about four?"

"I'm sure we can find a way to fuc' her with all of us."

Hearing their remarks, Nubia could only glare at them in disgust.

That reaction only made Dexter's men more excited, making them come out of the room into the open hall of the clubhouse until they were all surrounding Nubia—completely naked, proudly displaying their erections, except for the quick shot with his still-limp rod.

Nubia closed her eyes in disgust, thinking of Jeff's massive erection to overwhelm the disgusting sight she had just seen.

The nine men thought that Nubia was simply accepting her fate in their hands and rods—unaware that behind them, Natan's supposedly six men were already prepared to strike.

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"That went without a hitch," Jeff said as he removed his hood hiding his face.

"That's how things would have been if you didn't act stupid and do things on your own," Kris retorted upon taking off his hood.

"Didn't I already apologize for that?"

"Did your apology heal my wound, bastard?" Marc added, still clenching his wounded stomach with his left hand while holding his taser with the other.

—"That's why we told you not to come, idiot!"—

As soon as Jeff, Kris, Marc, and the rest of their group dug Natan's group out of the pit and treated their wounds, they immediately made their move to rescue Natan's girlfriends.

Their plan was simple but far less dangerous than Jeff's original solo attempt to capture Natan's group.

With Natan's men restrained and guarded by the rest of their group, Jeff, Kris, Marc, and the other men from their college organization would pretend to be Natan's men, accompany him back to the FGH clubhouse near the university grounds, and capture the men holding his girlfriends.

It would only work if they had Kris and Marc's girlfriends, of course. So despite the danger, they brought them. And to make Dexter's men drop their guard, they brought another bait they wouldn't be able to resist, Nubia—not that she wouldn't come even if she wasn't part of the plan.

Jeff left Veena at the camp with her friends, then they drove using the camping van until they reached their current situation:

Successfully electrocuting nine of Dexter's men with tasers until they were all knocked out.

They then bound them—tying their hands and feet with the ropes Kris and Marc's girlfriends had been holding while pretending to be tied themselves—blindfolded them, gagged their mouths, and lined them up face-down on the ground.

Meanwhile, Natan was already looking after his girlfriends, covering their naked bodies with the towel Nubia had handed him.

"What happened to your face, Natan..." one of his girlfriends cried upon seeing the gauze pad covering his right cheek, blood leaking through it—followed by more cries from the other two.

"Does it hurt..."

"Natan... sob..."

"I'm sorry, girls... This is all my fault..."

While everyone watched the drama, Nubia stepped beside Jeff, tapping his wounded left shoulder to get his attention before whispering.

"Feeling guilty?"

Jeff turned to look at Nubia, embraced her, caressing her back with his shaking left hand and patting her head with the other—easing what he thought was guilt that Nubia herself felt—before whispering back.

"For his girlfriends, yes. But for that bastard, I won't hesitate to shoot his head if he dares threaten anyone I care for and love."

"Stupid Jeff."

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—"ARGHHH!"—

A series of scared and panicked moans resounded within the clubhouse as the nine men awoke one by one.

"What are you planning to do now?" Natan asked Jeff.

"You mean to them or the rest of your cringe organization?" Jeff said, clarifying the question while refusing to say the disgusting full name of FGH.

"I mean everyone—including the other members and Dexter."

Of course, Jeff knew that Natan's group and the nine men here weren't the only members of FGH. There were still others lurking around the university, even some who had already graduated.

Natan could give him some names, but even he wasn't aware of all the members.

Jeff's easiest way of dealing with them all at once was to get the FGH Archive, and he needed to come up with a plan to force Dexter to give up the password and access it in the university database.

The Returner Fantasy System would surely assign a quest for that, Jeff thought. Besides, Dexter was still in the hospital, so Jeff still had a few days left before an opportunity would arise to confront him with minimal interference.

For now, he needed to deal with more immediate concerns.

"Dealing with your shit chief can wait. As for you and these shit bastards—you won't complain if we lock you up somewhere for a week or more, right?"

It was a rather considerate offer compared to when they were almost buried six feet underground, and Natan wouldn't refuse Jeff and the others' kindness.

"Thank you..."

"I don't need your thanks, bastard. If it wasn't for your girlfriends, I'd bury you alive."

Right then, Nubia received a message from her assistant, Lena, saying that Natan's men had already been picked up and that they were on their way to pick up Dexter's men as well.

After telling Jeff, he promptly proposed another event to end their night and celebrate their victory.

"How about we crack some eggs and make omelets?"

—"ARGHHH!"—

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