**”Recess is Over”**

I never thought I’d be standing here, pressed against the grimy window of the old storage shed behind the school, watching *her*—Brilyant. My Brilyant. She was supposed to be *mine*. But the way she was bent over that splintered wooden desk, her pleated skirt hiked up around her waist, her pink cotton panties yanked down to her ankles… she wasn’t mine right now.

And neither were the boys surrounding her.

There were four of them—thick-armed, rough-handed, all older, all grinning like this was just another part of recess. One had his fingers knotted in her dark curls, yanking her head back while another spat right into her open mouth. She choked, swallowing it, her mascara smeared down her cheeks as tears leaked from her eyes.

“You like that, slut?” growled Vüsal, the tallest, his thick lips curling. He smacked her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint, and Brilyant whined—not in pain, but in something else. Something desperate.

I could see everything. The way her pussy glistened, already slick between her thighs. The way her tits bounced as another boy, Elvin, squeezed them roughly through her unbuttoned blouse.

“Look at you,” Elvin sneered, pinching her nipples until she gasped. “You fucking love this. Admit it.”

Brilyant shook her head, but her legs spread wider.

That’s when I saw Nurlan step forward, his cock already hard and thick in his hand. He rubbed the head against her cunt, smearing her wetness, then spat on her before shoving inside.

Her scream was muffled by the hand clamped over her mouth, but I saw her back arch, her hips pushing back against him.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Nurlan grunted, grabbing her hips and slamming in deeper.

I couldn’t move. My dick was rock-hard, straining against my pants, shame and arousal twisting together. I should have stopped them. I *should* have.

But Brilyant’s moans—high and keening—filled the shed.

“More,” she begged, her voice wet and broken. “Please, more!”

Vüsal laughed and yanked her head back again. “You hear that, Hüseynağa?” he called, his eyes locking onto mine through the window. “Your little whore *wants* it.”

My stomach clenched. They *knew* I was watching.

Nurlan pulled out, his cock glistening, only for Elvin to shove her onto her knees. “Open,” he ordered, and Brilyant obeyed, her lips parting just before he pissed straight into her mouth.

She coughed, swallowing some, the rest dribbling down her chin, her neck, soaking her blouse.

I should have looked away.

But I didn’t.

Because when Vüsal grabbed her foot, forcing her toes into his mouth, sucking them obscenely while another boy shoved two fingers into her cunt, Brilyant *came*, shaking, her eyes rolling back—and I realized, with a sick thrill, that she *needed* this.

Needed *them*.

And all I could do was watch.