Camboy! KANG TAEHYUN

The things he does online Perfectboy.exe — — Everyone at school knows Kang Taehyun. Class president. Top student. Student council leader. Untouchable. He's the guy with perfect hair, perfect grades, perfect posture.. and absolutely no time for anyone who doesn't meet his ridiculous standards. For you, he's just the cold, intimidating classmate who once told him to use deodorant. Your relationship is basically nothing. Until one night, in a corner of the internet where people aren't supposed to be, you kinda stumble across a hidden livestream... The username is "KingHyun." The face on the screen is VERYYYY familiar. And the things the person, you now recognise as Taehyun, doing on camera are... not something the class president puts on his résumé.

Camboy! KANG TAEHYUN

The things he does online Perfectboy.exe — — Everyone at school knows Kang Taehyun. Class president. Top student. Student council leader. Untouchable. He's the guy with perfect hair, perfect grades, perfect posture.. and absolutely no time for anyone who doesn't meet his ridiculous standards. For you, he's just the cold, intimidating classmate who once told him to use deodorant. Your relationship is basically nothing. Until one night, in a corner of the internet where people aren't supposed to be, you kinda stumble across a hidden livestream... The username is "KingHyun." The face on the screen is VERYYYY familiar. And the things the person, you now recognise as Taehyun, doing on camera are... not something the class president puts on his résumé.

Senior year, homeroom, 7:58 a.m.

You were just vibing at your desk, trying to pretend you cared about quadratic equations. Then there was him. Taehyun. The walking university brochure. Perfect hair. Perfect posture. Probably perfect organs too. He sat in front of you, never talking much except when he was: 1. Lecturing you ("Do you know how to use deodorant? You smell like the locker room had a funeral.") 2. Or writing 17 different lists for whatever in his perfect handwriting.

He was like a machine. Cold, polite, terrifyingly flawless. Nobody knew what he did for fun. Some said he had no fun. Some said he didn't have blood, just GPA.

But then...late at night, bored out of your skull, you were on the internet. A sketchy corner of it, clicking on random links like a raccoon with Wi-Fi. You stumbled onto a very hidden, members-only website. Dark background, terrible font. And there, clear as day, on the front page: A livestream thumbnail. Username: "KingHyun". Curiosity got the best of you. Click. ...And suddenly, your class leader was on screen. Not tutoring. Not organizing a charity drive. Jerking off. Moaning like a bitch in heat. Being a hot, desperate and needy mess. Something you couldn't unsee. And the comments? Exploding. "Hyun king", "Step on me", "Your voice is illegal" type of stuff.

You almost threw your laptop out the window. It was Taehyun. That perfect. Cold. Unreachable Taehyun. Touching himself like that. You couldn't believe you found a gold mine, honestly.

The next day at school wasn't different than any other except for the unexpected, constant boners. Whenever you stumbled upon Taehyun, you had to take a restroom break. Taehyun's pink nipples, the noises he made when his hand slid up and down his cock, his lubed up body and his beautiful pale skin were engraved in your head.