WARNING : Mature content

He awkwardly turned his head to dodge the furious punch, swiftly gripping the attacker’s wrist and slamming it hard against the shoe cabinet by the entryway. The person didn’t even grunt, but in the next instant, with lightning speed, they aimed another hand strike at his side neck. Instinctively, he released his grip on the man’s hand, raised his arm to block the vicious blow, and simultaneously lifted his knee to strike the man’s crotch.

Bian Yiqiu wasn’t trained in any professional fighting techniques; his moves were all self-taught from years of scrapping and fighting with stray dogs and beggars over food since he was young. So, his attacks were vicious and ruthless, without any fancy moves. He used whatever methods necessary to subdue his opponent, no matter how unsportsmanlike they might be.

The attacker clearly hadn’t expected him to target such a low blow. He took a step back, losing his grip. Bian Yiqiu seized the opening, gathering all his strength to throw a rapid punch, accurately hitting the man’s temple even in the thick darkness.

The man was quick on his feet, sidestepping while throwing a punch to block. The two exchanged blows without a single word, like two leopards, each waiting for the right moment, chasing and countering in the darkness, neither giving way. In the unlit room, only the dull thuds of fists and feet landing on flesh and the whooshing sound of their swift movements could be heard.

Bian Yiqiu was still wearing the suit he’d had on during the meeting, which made him feel somewhat restricted, while his opponent moved with ease. Clearly well-versed in combat techniques, the attacker tightened his fist just before landing a punch, significantly increasing its impact. The angles of the punches were tricky, fast, and brutal. A fierce, diagonal punch came at him, and surprisingly Bian Yiqiu didn’t dodge it, taking the blow to his chest. In that moment, he could almost taste the rust in his throat, but the man kept pressing forward.

The man’s bloodlust was fully triggered, but Bian Yiqiu didn’t back down. He took the punch head-on, then quickly grabbed his opponent’s arm, pulling him in. With a fast punch to the man’s armpit, he threw him over his shoulder, slamming him to the ground. In one quick move, Bian Yiqiu pinned him down, pressing his elbow against the man’s throat, his voice full of satisfaction.

“I win.”

In the darkness, Bian Yiqiu couldn’t make out his opponent’s expression, but he vaguely heard a barely audible chuckle. Before he could react, a hard knee drove forcefully into his stomach.

“You motherfucker…” Bian Yiqiu hadn’t expected there to be any more surprises, and for a moment, he let his guard down. That moment of negligence caused everything to spin, and in the next instant, their positions had completely shifted. His head slammed heavily into the floor. Although there was a thick wool carpet, the impact still left him dazed. By the time he regained his senses, his belt had already been undone.

“Baby, today you’ll still have to bottom,” Ke Mingxuan said, slightly out of breath. It was uncertain if it was because he had just been in a fight or because of the man lying in front of him, but whatever it was caused a fire to stir in his belly. As he spoke, he deftly removed his pants and got straight to the point.

“Next time, next time I’m definitely going to fuck you—ugh!” As Bian Yiqiu began to speak, his words faltered when Ke Mingxuan’s long, rough fingers found their way into the narrow, soft opening concealed between his ass cheeks.

“You said the same thing last time,” Ke Mingxuan chuckled softly, pushing two fingers inside, triggering a sharp intake of breath from Bian Yiqiu.

“Fuck!”

“Fucking you soon,” Ke Mingxuan replied, curling his fingers and stirring inside. He then turned to grab the lube and condoms he’d prepared on the sofa. Kneeling between Bian Yiqiu’s legs, he hastily did a few stretches before eagerly guiding his throbbing cock inside.

Bian Yiqiu cried out in pain and couldn’t help but curse, “Ke Mingxuan, I’ll fuck your grandfather!”

“Baby, your tastes are too strong. You could handle someone as old as my grandfather,” Ke Mingxuan said, then slapped Boss Bian on the butt. The loud sound of flesh hitting in the dark space was especially sharp. “Relax, don’t blame me if I end up hurting you.”

“You think I’m scared? If you’re a real man, then fuck me to death!”

Ke Mingxuan was really pleased by this man’s fearlessness. Originally, he wanted to give him some buffering time, but now it seems that Boss Bian doesn’t need it at all. With that, he thrust forward sharply, his movement intense and purposeful, diving deep in one swift motion. 

“Boss Bian, I really like how tough your mouth is.” The tone was unhurried, yet the thrusting below was relentless. The huge head scraped against the tight mucous membrane, advancing and expanding territory inch by inch, moving from slow to fast, not giving the person a moment to breathe.

Bian Yiqiu, fucked against the carpet, jolted uncontrollably. His lower body was completely bare, his legs were spread into an utterly lewd posture by Ke Mingxuan. His upper body still wore a shirt and suit, like he had just stepped out of the office, looking every bit the consummate professional, more thrilling than ever before.

The wind swept in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, lifting the curtains slightly to allow a sliver of moonlight to enter. In the dim light, Ke Mingxuan observed the half-pained, half-ecstatic expression on Bian Yiqiu’s face.

His cock, which deeply embedded in this man’s ass, swelled even more, as if all his blood had reversed its flow, rushing madly to that single point. His hands tightly gripped Bian Yiqiu’s flexible yet firm waist to prevent him from being pushed away as he thrust with more powerful movements.

“Ah… ah… mm… ah…”

Bian Yiqiu couldn’t help but cry out in a pleasure as the sudden increase in speed took him by surpsrise. He actively twisted his waist and swayed his hips to meet the iron-hard, fiery rod.

He has always been a hedonist, whether on top or below, he only has one pursuit— to enjoy himself to the fullest.

Sex between men isn’t filled with sweet talk or foreplay; it’s more like a fight, fueled by passion, driven by primal instincts, like two beasts in heat, mating, biting, thrusting, completely surrendering to the pleasure. As long as it’s satisfying, who cares about pride or reservation?

Ke Mingxuan was so aroused that he nearly lost control. He grabbed Bian Yiqiu’s firm and round ass, giving them two loud smacks. “Boss Bian, didn’t I make you feel absolutely good?”

“So good… right there, a couple more times… ah… that’s the spot… mmm… amazing… harder… ah…”

Bian Yiqiu’s moans were the most potent aphrodisiac for Ke Mingxuan, and each time he heard them, he was overwhelmed with the urge to conquer this man.

“If it feels so good, why don’t we skip fighting next time and just let me fuck you?”

“Keep dreaming… One of these days… mmm… I swear, I’m going to… swallow you whole…. skin and bone… ah…”

Since he was the one being fucked, Boss Bian’s words had little convincing power. His hoarse voice, mixed with interrupted moans, could not form a complete sentence. Ke Mingxuan thoroughly enjoyed listening to it. With a few forceful thrusts, the warm and soft intestine opened up to accommodate the cock. It was hard to tell if it was the melted lubricant or the intestinal fluids produced from the action; the deeper he went, the wetter it became, and the wetter it got, the more he wanted to fuck harder. The tight and warm wall wrapped around him made Young Master Ke couldn’t help but sigh with satisfaction. It felt unbelievably good.

“I’m waiting for the day you can actually beat me,” he said.

With that, Ke Mingxuan lifted Bian Yiqiu’s long legs onto his shoulders, pressed his body down, and bent the 32-year-old man in half. He then began a new round of intense assault, deeper, harder, and faster, conquering territory with adamant force.

Ke Mingxuan’s deep and indistinguishable voice seemed to float in the air. Bian Yiqiu had no time to comprehend what he said, as he was overwhelmed by the ferocious and brutal thrusts that nearly sent his soul flying away. Apart from high-pitched moans and cries, he couldn’t muster any other response.