The car arrived at the main gate of the compound. Ke Mingxuan rolled down the window and greeted the security guard. He had grown up here, and the guard recognized him as the young master of the Ke family, so he simply let him pass.

However, Lin Jiayan told him there was no need to drive in. He wanted to walk alone for a bit.

Ke Mingxuan thought no one would dare to commit a crime or rob inside the compound, so he nodded and parked the car next to the security booth.

Lin Jiayan got out of the car, watching as Ke Mingxuan skillfully turned the car around and sped off in a direction that wasn’t even close to home. Pain and anger filled his eyes, and his stomach churned. He turned around, squatted by the landscaped area, and vomited violently.

The security guard naturally recognized Young Master Lin as well. Seeing him squat on the ground for a long time without getting up, the guard walked over with concern and helped him to his feet, only to realize that his face was covered in tears. The phone in his hand was still on, showing the message that had just been sent successfully.

Boss Bian, holding the fair-skinned, handsome, and obedient young man in his arms, had just reached the door of the suite when he received the latest message from Ke Mingxuan.

“The usual place, come over.”

As always, the commanding tone nearly made Bian Yiqiu laugh out loud from anger. His gaze was sharp, slicing through those words over and over in his mind. It took everything he had not to hurl the phone across the room.

This time, he didn’t even bother replying with a simple “Not going.” He turned off his phone, roughly shoved the compliant young man in his arms into the room, and without a word, began stripping him.

He vented the fire in his chest on the soft, obedient body beneath him. Spreading those long, smooth legs wide, he didn’t even bother with lube and was ready to force himself inside.

The young man, fully aware of what he was there for, had prepped himself beforehand. He wasn’t concerned about Bian Yiqiu’s roughness, in fact, he was eager to be thoroughly taken by this tall, masculine man. Shameless and eager, he moaned like he was already climaxing before anything had even started, twisting his hips and grinding against Bian Yiqiu’s crotch.

Normally, Bian Yiqiu would’ve cursed him a “slut” while immediately going in, but for some reason, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get hard.

The young man had his legs wrapped around Bian Yiqiu’s waist, moving and groaning wantonly. But the more Bian Yiqiu listened, the more disinterested he became. His gaze turned cold as he looked at the person under him, his eyes taking on an unexpectedly critical air. He scrutinized every feature: the eyelashes weren’t long enough, the nose wasn’t prominent enough, the lips weren’t seductive enough, and the chin had no trace of masculinity. As for the eyes… they were closed, so he couldn’t tell.

Sensing something was wrong, the young man opened his eyes cooperatively, looking at him in confusion.

Even the eyes are way off. There’s just no comparison, Bian Yiqiu added silently to himself.

“Qiu ge…”

The young man looked at him with a strange expression, wondering if he’d done something wrong to displease Bian Yiqiu. His heart raced nervously, completely on edge.

Then Bian Yiqiu added another thought: Even the voice is off.

Ke Mingxuan’s voice was deep and seductive, especially during sex. When he laughed low and slow against your ear, it sent an electric current through your entire body, right down to your bones.

Damn it! Bian Yiqiu cursed inwardly, though he wasn’t sure if it was directed at himself or Ke Mingxuan. One thing was clear, tonight was a lost cause. His mind was flooded with images of Ke Mingxuan’s strikingly perfect face, replaying over and over. That absurd line—“I miss you”—echoed relentlessly, and his brain automatically filtered out the two words that came after, fixating solely on the first part like a broken record.

In the end, the young man, now stripped bare, could only stare in shock as Bian Yiqiu abruptly pulled up his pants, got dressed, and stormed out of the suite without a single word. Of course, he left a card behind—a clear signal to shut up and swipe as much as he wanted.

By the time Bian Yiqiu sped his car to “the usual spot” at full throttle, it was nearly 2 a.m. The entire Yuelong Bay was quiet and peaceful. Most of the guests were already asleep, with only the occasional distant cheers coming from a villa halfway up the hill, likely some young people hosting a New Year’s party.

His private villa was completely dark, showing no signs of anyone having been there. He doubted Ke Mingxuan would pull any of his old tricks at this hour of the night.

Bian Yiqiu turned off the engine and parked outside the villa, exhaling deeply. He silently asked himself for the hundredth time: Bian Yiqiu, what the hell are you doing here?

A faint scent of alcohol lingered in the car, and his muddled mind churned slowly.

Stay away from Ke Mingxuan.

“Same place. Come over.”

Go to hell.

“I miss you.”

…your ass.

A wave of stifling heat surged to the back of Bian Yiqiu’s head, his whole body tingling with restless energy. He wanted to fight—no, he needed to fight. A proper brawl, fists meeting flesh, sweat dripping from exertion, the sound of limbs cutting through the air mingling with raw, masculine grunts. Taut muscles straining and flexing, heat coursing beneath his skin.

Unconsciously, his molars ground against each other bit by bit, as if he wanted to tear into someone, to drink their blood, to devour them whole. In his mind, he stripped someone of their civilized facade, leaving only the primal beast underneath.

Unfortunately, outside the car was nothing but darkness, no sign of that particular someone.

“Fuck you. Grandfather.”

Bian Yiqiu rested his forehead against the steering wheel, muttering quietly but through gritted teeth, spitting out a curse. Perhaps it was directed at his own foolish self, or maybe it was nothing more than a curse borne of pure, lust-fueled frustration.

“Bang, bang, bang.”

Just as Bian Yiqiu was about to continue extending his curse to the other male members of the Ke family, three sharp but measured knocks came from the car window.

His head jerked up instinctively as he pressed the unlock button. As the glass window slowly slid down, a familiar face appeared in the darkness—Ke Mingxuan’s face, glowing faintly as if it radiated its own light, bit by bit appearing before him.

His alcohol-fuzzed brain didn’t register the situation immediately. Instead, he tilted his head to the side, staring at Ke Mingxuan with an expression that was equal parts awkward and odd. His face was still full of pent-up frustration and grievance, too raw to hide. But in Ke Mingxuan’s eyes, for no discernible reason, he looked inexplicably pitiful.

Ke Mingxuan had no idea what possessed him at that moment, but he reached out and ruffled Bian Yiqiu’s hair. In an uncharacteristically gentle tone, he asked, “It’s freezing out here. Why aren’t you going inside?”

Bian Yiqiu couldn’t help but think, Am I dreaming? When did Ke Mingxuan become so gentle?

He hesitantly called out, “Ke Mingxuan?”

“It’s me,” Ke Mingxuan said with a frown. “Had too much to drink?” Then his tone abruptly turned icy. “You drove here like this after drinking? Where’s Zuo Cheng?”

“He passed out even earlier than I did,” Bian Yiqiu replied, conveniently forgetting that Zuo Cheng had been the one drinking on his behalf.

“No one else under you could drive? Really?” Ke Mingxuan yanked open the car door. “Get out!”

Bian Yiqiu was clearly annoyed by his tone. So that soft-spoken Young Master Ke from earlier really was just my imagination. What, I’m supposed to get out just because you say so? Who the hell do you think you are?

When Ke Mingxuan saw him still sitting there, he didn’t bother arguing further. He simply reached in, grabbed Bian Yiqiu’s arm, and dragged him out of the car.

“Ke Mingxuan, fuck your—”

Before he could finish, Ke Mingxuan’s hand clamped around his throat, slamming him against the car door. “Say one more word, and I’ll fuck you to death right here.”

Bian Yiqiu, struggling for air with his face flushed red, still had the audacity to provoke him. “Do it, then~~”

WARNING : NFSW scene ahead

Looking at him like that, Ke Mingxuan’s mind inexplicably jumped to the phrase “asphyxiation orgasm.” The hardness pressing against Bian Yiqiu’s thigh was instant, and his hot breath blew even hotter across Bian Yiqiu’s face.

“You really wanted to be fucked by me that bad? Hm?” Ke Mingxuan’s deep, seductive voice was right by his ear, the damp warmth of his breath teasing him senseless. Especially that upward lilt at the end of “Hm?”—it completely short-circuited Bian Yiqiu’s already muddled brain.

Not waiting for a reply, Ke Mingxuan hoisted him up the villa steps, unlocked the door with his fingerprint, then kicked it open. The moment they were inside, he shoved Bian Yiqiu against the door and went straight for his belt.

Bian Yiqiu’s back slammed against the solid wooden door with a thunderous crash, eliciting a muffled groan from deep in his throat. The sound ignited a roaring flame in the dark, icy hall.

A fire of anger—and of lust.

Ke Mingxuan’s hand went straight to Bian Yiqiu’s most sensitive spot, gripping it tightly. Bian Yiqiu swung a fist, but it was caught and twisted back. His other hand shot out, landing a solid punch. The impact was loud, knuckles cracking against skin and bone.

Ke Mingxuan took the hit head-on, gritting his teeth as he tightened his grip on Bian Yiqiu’s fully hardened length. He gave it a scorching, rough stroke, drawing a long, guttural groan from the man.

Then, he leaned in and bit down on Bian Yiqiu’s neck, lips burning hot and tongue wet and eager, leaving teeth marks on his skin.

“You bastard…” Bian Yiqiu growled, seething. Not playing by the damn rules!

Given their usual routine, this would typically escalate into a full-blown fistfight, punches and kicks flying until they burned off every ounce of excess energy. Only when one of them grudgingly gave in and lost control would it shift into skin meeting skin.

But this time, Bian Yiqiu seemed to have completely surrendered, save for those two punches at the start.

His cock, gripped tightly in Ke Mingxuan’s hand, was steel-hard, and every nerve ending in his body gave the most honest reaction the moment Ke Mingxuan’s heated palm met his skin. The fleeting remnants of his rationality simply waved goodbye and disappeared.

Leaning weakly against the door, he panted heavily, his hand sliding from Ke Mingxuan’s nape down to his back. With an almost desperate urgency, he yanked up Ke Mingxuan’s shirt, his rough palm grabbing a handful of firm muscle before slipping directly into the back of Ke Mingxuan’s pants.

Hot breath tickled Ke Mingxuan’s ear as Bian Yiqiu growled, “Fuck you, hurry up!”

“Sure thing, boss,” Ke Mingxuan replied with a deep, gravelly laugh, his voice smoldering like a burning ember. His heavy breathing carried a scorching heat as he pressed Bian Yiqiu firmly against the door. Grabbing hold of one of Bian Yiqiu’s toned thighs, he lifted it forcefully.

Bian Yiqiu hadn’t expected such a move. His other leg barely managed to stay on tiptoe, leaving him unsteady and precarious. In that vulnerable position, his ass was suddenly impaled by a searing, rigid intrusion.

The overwhelming fullness and electrifying pleasure made Bian Yiqiu let out a guttural roar.

Without any lubricant, his dry, needy walls gripped Ke Mingxuan’s cock tightly as it thrust in to the hilt. Gravity made every sensation painfully vivid. The veins running along Ke Mingxuan’s shaft scraped against his sensitive inner walls, while his own erection, burning hot and fully engorged, was trapped and pressed tightly between their torsos. Unable to help himself, he started grinding his hips furiously.

“Hiss—”

It wasn’t clear who made the sound. Ke Mingxuan, still fully dressed, had only pulled out his throbbing, swollen cock and plunged it straight into Bian Yiqiu’s tight, resistant entrance. Bian Yiqiu was stripped from the waist down, one leg hooked over Ke Mingxuan’s arm as his body was pinned to the door. Their lower halves were fused together, and every movement only drove Ke Mingxuan deeper inside.

A sheen of sweat erupted across Ke Mingxuan’s back, his muscular, perfectly sculpted body like a leopard lying in wait in the darkness, now unleashing its full strength on its prey. Thrust after thrust.

Each withdrawal only set the stage for the next, more powerful drive. It was unbearably tight, scalding hot, and utterly consuming. Their point of union grew increasingly slick, the softened walls of Bian Yiqiu’s intestine beginning to seep fluid.

“Mm… ah…”

Damn, it felt so fucking incredible.

Bian Yiqiu’s face twisted in pleasure, his brows knitting tightly. In the pitch-black living room, the air was thick with ragged breathing and shameless moans. His palm pressed firmly against Ke Mingxuan’s lower back, feeling every contraction and release of taut, sculpted muscles as each thrust sent shudders of pain-tinged ecstasy through his body. The fire coursing beneath Ke Mingxuan’s skin burned them both, pushing them to the brink of molten, feverish abandon.

End of NFSW