Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 329: On The Other Side

Chapter 329: On The Other Side
On the other side of the large mirror was Leon, trapped in a nightmare he never anticipated. He had followed Soren into the room, curiosity piqued by his offer, a new room? Count him in.
But the moment Soren locked the door behind him, that curiosity he had evaporated into dread. Leon pressed his forehead against the glass, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched the scene unfold in the other room.
Soren, with his honeyed words and charming smile, now loomed over Riven like a dark cloud. The way Soren’s fingers traced Riven’s skin sent a jolt of possessiveness through Leon, igniting a fire of jealousy he couldn’t suppress.
Riven’s body responded eagerly, arching into Soren’s touch, and Leon’s stomach twisted at the sight. The soft moans that slipped from Riven’s lips felt like daggers, piercing through the walls of glass that separated them. Each sound echoed in his mind, it would not go away, driving him crazy.
Leon clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms as he tried to tear his gaze away, but it was impossible. He was a moth drawn to the flame, even as each smirk from Soren felt like a taunt, a cruel reminder of what Leon was going up against.
Soren’s eyes glinted with malicious delight, and it made Leon’s blood boil. The way he revelled in Leon’s torment was sickening—each glance in the mirror a reminder of his control, a reminder that Leon was nothing more than a spectator here.
"Stop!" Leon wanted to scream, but the words lodged in his throat, eventually they did escape. But no one could hear him, the room was surprisingly soundproof. He felt utterly powerless, trapped not just by the locked door, but by the weight of his own emotions.
The walls of the room closed in around him, he could not lose to that bastard, no he could not. He could see Riven letting himself be swept away in Soren’s charm, and it shattered something inside Leon. It should’ve been him.
He turned away from the mirror, pacing the confines of the room, desperate for an escape, for a way to reclaim what had been stolen from him.
After a while, Leon’s body betrayed him. The sight of Riven, flushed and moaning, ignited a spark within him, one that he desperately wished he could extinguish. He cursed under his breath, frustration boiling over as he felt himself harden.
The last thing he wanted was to find arousal in this twisted spectacle, but his body had other plans. He struggled against the sensation, teeth gritted, but ultimately, his hand found its way to his waistband.
Leaning back against the cold wall, Leon freed himself from his pants, his breath hitching as he gripped his length. He stroked himself almost angrily, hating that his body responded to this torment. He tried to focus on his own sensation, to block out the scene before him, but his eyes were drawn back to the mirror like magnets.
He focused on Riven, and only Riven.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the glass, Soren’s hips moved with a relentless rhythm, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Riven gasped, his body sliding against the glass with every impact.
He struggled to match Soren’s pace, his breath coming in ragged pants. "Nnghh, Soren—at this rate, I might—" Riven’s words broke off into a choked moan as he came undone, his release splattering against the mirror.
But Soren showed no signs of slowing. He continued to drive into Riven, his own need fueling his relentless pace. Riven’s body was already responding again, the pressure building within him once more.
His fingers clawed at the glass, trying to get a firm grip as he panted, "Soren, I can’t—I’m gonna—" His voice was hoarse with pleasure and desperation, the sensations overwhelming him.
Leon watched, his own hand moving faster, his grip tightening as he chased his release. The sight of Riven coming undone, the sound of his desperate moans, it was all too much.
He bit his lip, stifling a groan as he came, his body shuddering with a mix of pleasure and self-loathing. As he caught his breath, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Riven, who was on the brink of another climax.
Soren moved with a predatory grace, pausing momentarily to reposition himself. He stopped thrusting but remained buried deep inside Riven, his hands clamping down on Riven’s thighs, effortlessly lifting him off the ground.
Riven’s breath hitched, panic and embarrassment flooding his veins as he found himself fully exposed in the mirror, an unwilling centrepiece of Soren’s display of love.
"Soren, I don’t—" Riven began, but his protest was swallowed by the weight of the moment.
"Shh, look at how pretty you look," Soren cooed, a smirk dancing on his lips. The sultry confidence in Soren’s voice sent an involuntary shiver down Riven’s spine. Despite the annoyance brewing in him, he couldn’t help the heat flooding his cheeks.
Soren’s grip was unyielding as he began to manoeuvre Riven’s body, lifting and guiding him with skilled hands. Their hips connected in perfect harmony, Soren thrusting deeper, hitting all the right spots.
Riven gasped, his annoyance slipping away, replaced by a mix of pleasure and confusion. Each thrust sent waves of sensation surging through him, pulling him closer to the edge.
"Just like that," Soren urged, his voice low and teasing. "You’re doing so well." The way Soren spoke made Riven’s insides twist, a mix of humiliation and thrill. He was at the mercy of Soren’s skill, and it both excited and infuriated him.
With each powerful thrust, Riven felt himself slipping further away from his initial reluctance. The mirror reflected every moment—the way his body moved, the way Soren held him—each image searing into his mind.
He caught glimpses of his own expression, eyes heavy with desire, mouth slightly parted in breathless pleasure. It was all too much, and yet he couldn’t look away.
His heart raced as Soren continued to thrust, the friction igniting a fire deep within him. "Soren, I—" he gasped, the words tumbling out in a breathy plea. He could feel the pressure building again.
On the other side of the mirror, Leon was lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as he continued to stroke himself. The sight of Riven, suspended in Soren’s grasp, made his jaw clench in frustration.
Jealousy mixed with an inexplicable desire, and he hated himself for feeling this way. But as much as he tried to fight it, he couldn’t pull his gaze away from the scene unfolding before him.
Soren thrust harder, the sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, and it sent tremors of longing through Leon. He inhaled sharply, his breath quickening as he felt the pressure building inside him.
Riven’s flushed face, the way he gasped for breath, and the way Soren toyed with him—it was all too intoxicating. Leon’s hand moved faster, urgency pushing him closer to his own peak.
Meanwhile, Riven was teetering on the edge, and he could feel the familiar tightening in his core. Soren’s relentless thrusts were driving him wild, but he also felt the blush creeping along his cheeks with every lewd sound escaping his lips. "Soren, I’m—" he breathed, unable to finish his thought as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
Soren, too, felt the pressure mounting within him. His grip on Riven tightened, his thrusts growing more frantic as he sought release. "Just a little longer...," he urged, his own breath ragged. "I want to feel you come for me, Riven." The promise in his voice sent a bolt of electricity through Riven, urging him closer to the edge.
In that moment, time seemed to stretch out as they all found themselves on the precipice of ecstasy. The three of them—Leon, Riven, and Soren—were locked in their own spirals of desire, each caught in their own world of pleasure.
Then, it happened all at once. Riven’s body tensed, his back arching as he cried out, "Soren!" Leon’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight, his own body responding instantly. The overwhelming sensation surged through him, pulling him over the edge.
At the same time, Soren groaned, feeling Riven’s walls clench around him as he let go, spilling into Riven with a deep, primal satisfaction.
As the waves of pleasure receded, Leon leaned heavily against the mirror, panting as he struggled to catch his breath. His palm pressed against the cool glass, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through his body.
He held the position for a second longer than intended, his mind swirling with the aftermath of what he had just witnessed. A rush of shame mixed with lingering desire gripped him, and he quickly wiped away any traces of his release, desperate to erase the evidence of his weakness. He couldn’t let anyone find out—this was a secret he would bury deep.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the mirror, the room slowly returned to a semblance of calm. Soren, still catching his breath, gently lowered Riven to the ground. As Riven’s feet hit the floor, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.