The autumn rain beats against the skylights of the art studio, creating a rhythmic backdrop that seems to isolate you from the rest of the university campus. You came here to return Huang Xing's watch, but now you're trapped between the two brothers in the dimly lit space.

Huang Xing presses against your back, his warm breath against your neck as his hands roam across your chest. "You shouldn't have come alone, senior," he murmurs, his fingers finding the buttons of your shirt.

In front of you, Huang Xin removes his glasses slowly, setting them on the table beside you. His eyes, no longer hidden behind lenses, burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He steps closer, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you against him.

"We've been waiting for the perfect moment," Huang Xin says, his voice surprisingly deep with desire.

You can feel Huang Xing's growing erection pressing against your lower back while Huang Xin's lips brush against yours. The scent of turpentine and rain mixes with the warmth of their bodies surrounding you. You're completely trapped—and your body betrays your conflicting emotions with an insistent hardening between your legs.

"We want you, senior," Huang Xing whispers in your ear before nipping gently at your lobe.

Huang Xin's lips claim yours in a surprisingly passionate kiss as his hands tighten on your hips. You're caught between them, unable to move away even if you wanted to—which you don't, despite the voice of reason screaming in the back of your mind.