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At this time, Ryan's cell phone rang. It was the message he had just sent to Talia asking her when she would be free, but she had just replied.

"Mr. Ryan, I'm sorry, I just saw the message after finishing my work. I still have to make supper tonight. Let's meet after I get off work???"

Ryan thought about it and arranged to meet her tomorrow. He put down his phone, feeling so comfortable from the attention he was receiving that he pulled Yana up and had sex with her again.

Exploring different positions and enjoying her perfect body, by the time Yana had lost count of how many times she had climaxed, Ryan chose to finish in her mouth with great satisfaction.

After the second round, Yana was completely spent and whispered, "Husband, do you want to call Lyla over?"

That was a good suggestion. Ryan still had fond memories of their last threesome. Just as he was considering it, Lyla sent a message:

"Honey, there's something exciting I want to do with you."

"What's so exciting?"

Ryan couldn't help but feel curious—she sounded mysterious.

"We're moving out tomorrow. Do you want to try staying in the girls' dormitory tonight???"

Yana also saw the message and scoffed. "The dorm supervisor is sharp-eyed and strict. Even if you dress as a woman, you won't get in."

"Is there any way??" Ryan replied.

"Hehe, you'll see when you get here. Wait until after curfew when the lights are off, then come."

The legendary girls' dormitory—Ryan had never set foot inside, and like most boys, he was full of curiosity and longing.

Yana was surprisingly understanding and smiled. "Lyla really knows how to have fun. But with other roommates around, it'll be thrilling."

She stood up and thoughtfully picked out a fresh set of clothes for Ryan—she had bought plenty of casual outfits and kept them here.

"Hubby, you can't miss something this exciting."

After selecting his clothes, she led Ryan to the bathroom and helped him wash up, teasing, "She shares a dorm with Tina, right? It'd be great if we could include Tina too."

Seeing her so open-minded, Ryan couldn't help but ask, "Yana, you're not jealous?"

"Of course I am. It's a woman's instinct. I'm not made of stone—I'm flesh and blood. It's natural."

"But… I never thought I could have you all to myself."

Yana kissed his chest and murmured, "As long as there's always a place for me in your heart, that's enough."

Who could resist such tenderness? A "green tea bitch" might be a woman's rival, but to men, she was the most alluring succubus—gentle, considerate, never flaunting false independence, always attuned to his emotions, and providing endless emotional fulfillment.

After dressing, he gave her a passionate goodbye kiss—sweet and lingering, yet it did nothing to dampen Ryan's ambition to enjoy the company of multiple women.

He walked back to campus. It was almost eleven, the dormitory lights-out time—though only freshmen were strictly monitored. By sophomore year, the rule was barely enforced.

Many dorm lights were still on. When he reached the girls' dormitory, faint laughter drifted from inside.

A forbidden zone for boys, a sacred place in their imaginations, a realm of fantasies.

Tina answered his call. "Ryan, wait until later—early morning. Otherwise, people in the hallway might see you."

Gemma chimed in, "Yeah, be careful. If you get caught, it'll be trouble."

Even this well-behaved girl was on board with such a daring idea. Clearly, she'd always held a soft spot for Ryan.

It was only ten. Ryan yawned, returned to his dorm, told them to call him when it was time, and went straight to sleep.

After two rounds earlier, he needed to recharge—who knew what kind of thrilling battle awaited him tonight?

At half past midnight, most students were asleep, and the dorm supervisor had long since turned in.

Ryan tiptoed like a thief, his heart pounding. Even actual theft wouldn't have been this exhilarating.

The back of the girls' dorm was pitch black. Following Lyla's instructions, Ryan hid beneath the third window and sent a message.

The window slid open quietly, revealing Lyla and Tina's faces, illuminated by their phone screens.

Every window was barred—safety precautions to prevent accidents, making them nearly impenetrable.

However, fire regulations required emergency exits in the wire mesh. These were usually locked, with keys hanging in the supervisor's office.

Lyla grinned mischievously, pulled out a key, and unlocked the emergency window.

Ryan was stunned. "My god, Lyla, where'd you get that?"

"From a senior," she whispered. "Cost me a week's worth of milk tea."

Tina giggled. "I'd heard rumors, but never thought it was real. The class rep helped us get it."

Someone had secretly duplicated the key years ago. Though the original culprits had graduated, the tradition lived on.

A select few held copies—useful for sneaking back after late-night escapades or all-night gaming.

Bringing boyfriends into the dorm, though? That was practically unheard of.

Girls were gossipy. If it happened, word would spread fast—and the drama in the girls' dorm was cutthroat.

Someone might snitch before you even got your pants off. Most weren't foolish enough to try.

The boys' dorm was different. If a girl stayed over, everyone turned a blind eye. Some buddies even vacated the room to give you privacy.

But in the girls' dorm? If that bitch Fatty were still around, they wouldn't have dared.

Gemma, though, was trustworthy. They were as close as sisters, and she was game for a little excitement now and then.

The window led to the fire escape. The back door was always locked with an iron gate, leaving just enough space for takeout deliveries—not people.

"Keep quiet!" Tina pressed a finger to her lips, scouted the hallway, then waved them forward.

Both girls wore adorable strappy nightgowns, their panties faintly visible—tantalizingly braless.

Ryan's pulse spiked. The adventure was just beginning.

Tina led the way in front, while Lyla covered the rear. It was like being a thief, and the three of them were actually very nervous.

The corridor of the girls' dormitory was full of clothes hanging outside, including all kinds of outfits—skirts, panties, bras, and so on.

There were all kinds of colorful and diverse styles, even thongs, but there were so many of them in such a messy manner that they didn't arouse any imagination at all.

Gemma was looking around to meet Ryan, and when she saw him, she waved her hand nervously and urged him to come.

That look was like a traitor collaborating with the enemy and leading the troops inside...

Ryan held his breath, crouched down, and quickly ran into the dormitory with Tina. Lyla closed the door and bolted it in one go.

"Phew... I'm so nervous!"

Gemma kept patting her chest. It was obvious she was wearing a bra—what a conservative girl.

She had on a set of short-sleeved pajamas, cartoon-style and very cute. On her, they looked a little sexy in an unconventional way.

Lyla chuckled and said, "We are open to welcoming guests. It's hard to sleep at night."

"Why?"

Ryan looked at her in confusion.

Lyla smiled ambiguously and said, "In the summer, when we sleep, we wear underwear at most, and some even like to sleep naked."

As she spoke, she glanced slyly at Gemma and teased, "Our squad leader has only worn this set of pajamas a few times. Now she's wearing it specially for you. Are you touched?"

Gemma blushed and said, "Go to hell, Tina's man, come here—what else could I do?"

Lyla smiled and put an arm around her shoulders, teasing, "Why are you so nervous, monitor? Why don't we just go on as usual tonight? If you have the guts, don't wear pajamas."

Ryan couldn't help but look around curiously. It was the same as most university dormitories.

The dorm wasn't big, with four bunk beds—two on each side. The lower bunk had a desk, and the upper bunk was the bed.

Each girl had a simple wardrobe, along with a bedside table, makeup, and other things, so the small space was a bit messy—and this was after tidying up.

He couldn't imagine how messy it usually was. Showers were taken in a public bathroom, and the toilets were centralized.

The end of the room was visible at a glance. After being cleaned up, the atmosphere wasn't as erotic as Ryan had imagined, but it still satisfied a man's curiosity.