WARNING: Mature Content

They went at it once on the carpet, once on the sofa, once in the bathroom, and then continued on the bed.

Ke Mingxuan was like an insatiable beast, seizing every opportunity to push Bian Yiqiu to his limits. Eventually, Bian Yiqiu couldn’t take it anymore and had to beg for mercy.  But Ke Mingxuan, driven by a peculiar sense of mischief, insisted on asking at the heated moment if it felt good, how good it was, and who was making him feel so good.

Bian Yiqiu, at his wits’ end, considered kicking him away but was too weak to summon the strength. Moreover, that damnable source of trouble was still inside him, deliberately and methodically grinding against his prostate, torturing him so slowly and lightly, refusing to bring him to a satisfying conclusion.

The typically tough Boss Bian finally succumbed to overwhelming desire, gripping Ke Mingxuan’s shoulders and roared with a trembling voice, “Fuck me harder!”

“Who am I?”

“Ke Mingxuan…”

“Say it all together.”

“Ke Mingxuan, fuck me, I’m begging you, fuck me… Hurry… ugh…”

“Boss Bian, do you know how enticing you look right now?”

Bian Yiqiu tilted his lips into a provocative smile. “Then what are you waiting for? Come on, fuck me to death.”

Ke Mingxuan felt his mind explode into a vibrant chaos, any remaining reason evaporated instantly, and he almost violently spread Bian Yiqiu’s legs to the utmost, fixing a fierce glare on him. “You asked for it.”

A surge of relentless thrusts began, the slick, thick cock pulled back only to plunge in with intense force, picking up speed as if he intended to push those full sacs deep into him.

Bian Yiqiu felt as if he was on the verge of being pierced through, his throat hoarse and strained from shouting during their several rounds of intense session. The pleasure was overwhelmingly strong, crashing over his senses and consciousness like a tidal wave. He felt like a stranded fish, gasping and moaning for breath, as if his life was about to be surrendered into Ke Mingxuan’s hands. Yet the pleasure that came from their coupling surged through him like the rising tide, each wave higher and more powerful than the last, fiercely striking his body and even his soul. It was ecstasy that felt like life and death, making him truly think that to be fucked to death like this would indeed be life’s greatest delight.

In the end, Bian Yiqiu lost count of how many times he had climaxed. When he came to, it was already the next morning.

The sunlight poured in, casting its glow on the remnants of indulgence. Every muscle and bone in his body felt as if they had been torn apart and then put back together, each movement sending waves of painful soreness.

He moved slightly, grimacing as he cursed, “Ke Mingxuan, you bastard, don’t let me catch you.” Just as he was about to get up to use the bathroom, a lazy voice came from behind him, “It seems Boss Bian wasn’t too satisfied with my service last night.”

Bian Yiqiu was startled half to death, instinctively turning his head, only to find Ke Mingxuan sitting leisurely on the couch, looking at him with a half-smile.

“Why are you still here?” If he remembered correctly, they were just fuck buddy. Once the business was done, they would leave, never staying the night in the same bed.

“It was too late yesterday, so I didn’t go back.” Ke Mingxuan glanced at his wristwatch. “It’s getting late. Do you want to leave with me?”

“How can I leave looking like this?” Bian Yiqiu shot him a look of annoyance. “Did you take an aphrodisiac last night?”

Ke Mingxuan had already finished washing up and was fully dressed. The well-tailored, custom-made suit fit him perfectly. He sat with his legs crossed, his body leaning casually against the sofa, the image of a well-fed, well-dressed beast. Even Bian Yiqiu, who had no particular fondness for him, had to admit that this guy was undeniably attractive, with the kind of looks that could drive both men and women go wild.

Ke Mingxuan simply smiled lightly at the question, stood up, and slowly walked to the bed. Looking down at the naked man covered in love marks, he suddenly bent over, getting so close that their breaths nearly met.

For a moment, Bian Yiqiu almost thought he was going to kiss him. Reflexively, he leaned back, pulling a stern expression as a warning.

Ke Mingxuan already had an aggressive look about him. His features sharp, with a defined jawline, a tall nose, and slightly thin lips. He exuded the image of a cold-hearted, carefree playboy, but his eyes, with their seductive, almond-shaped, slightly upturned corners, gave off a flirtatious glint. They were the kind of eyes that, without warning, could draw someone in.

Bian Yiqiu had always kept his distance from Ke Mingxuan’s gaze. As for how they ended up in this kind of relationship, it was a long and complicated story.

Ke Mingxuan didn’t kiss him, his lips merely brushed against his cheek, then pressed close to his ear as he whispered in a low, seductive voice, “Baby, you’re my aphrodisiac.”

If Bian Yiqiu had been ten years younger, he might have been swept off his feet by Ke Mingxuan’s smooth talking, but unfortunately, he wasn’t. Bian Yiqiu was Bian Yiqiu—he wasn’t the kind of man who could be easily swayed by such words, not even ten years ago.

“That’s a nice line, but I’m not one of your little lovers. That trick won’t work on me.” Bian Yiqiu pushed him away and stood up, walking toward the bathroom completely naked, right under Ke Mingxuan’s gaze. “Just get out, don’t disturb me while I catch up on sleep.”

“If I hadn’t stayed last night, I wouldn’t have known that Boss Bian uses me and then turns his back.”

Bian Yiqiu was almost amused by his words, as if he wasn’t the one who always left after they were done.

“Yeah, I use you like a dildo. If you’re willing to fuck, I’m willing to enjoy. Once I’m done, why the hell would I need to be nice to a dildo?”

Surprisingly, Ke Mingxuan didn’t get angry at that. Instead, he actually smiled and asked, “How does it feel getting fucked by a dildo?”

Bian Yiqiu’s expression finally changed. “You’ll find out if you try it next time.”

“Then you should practice and try to beat me next time.” Ke Mingxuan said with a smirk, turning to walk out of the room. It wasn’t until the door closed that Bian Yiqiu swore under his breath and went into the bathroom to turn on the water.

In fact, when he and Ke Mingxuan first met, Bian Yiqiu had beaten him once, even injuring his leg and making him stay off it for over a month. He just couldn’t understand why, ever since Ke Mingxuan’s leg had healed, he had never managed to win against him again. This question was as unresolved as how they ended up in bed together.

After being fucked all night, Bian Yiqiu simply didn’t have the energy to think about it. He turned off the water, crawled back into bed, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.

It was likely because he had been so exhausted the night before that he slept deeply, as if the sun and moon had disappeared. He didn’t wake up until late afternoon, jolted by a loud, thunderous knock at the door.

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Zuo Cheng, as a fiercely loyal bodyguard, rarely strayed more than ten meters from Bian Yiqiu unless something unexpected happened. If the boss needed to step away, Zuo Cheng would ensure he stayed in a position where he could always see him or maintain a clear line of sight, and a ready shooting angle. Even if the boss was about to hook up with some handsome guy, Zuo Cheng wouldn’t hesitate to stand guard outside the door, listening to the entire thing if necessary. This clearly showed how much Bian Yiqiu valued and trusted him.

However, over the past two months, Zuo Cheng had started to sense that his boss was hiding something from him. The most telling sign was that every time Bian Yiqiu visited Yuelong Bay to meet someone, he no longer allowed Zuo Cheng to follow. At the entrance, Bian Yiqiu would casually say, “Go entertain yourself.” Although Zuo Cheng initially protested, insisting it was his duty to stay close for his boss’s safety and keep an eye on this mysterious “lover,” Bian Yiqiu always dismissed him. He’d assure Zuo Cheng that the area was secure and fully under his control. Furthermore, the private villa at the far end was equipped with bulletproof windows, leaving Zuo Cheng with no valid excuse to linger too closely.

Given this strange and somewhat suspicious behavior, Zuo Cheng, with a bit of self-awareness, turned to two sharper allies for help in analyzing the situation. In his mind, these two were far more reliable than his boss.

The three heads huddled together for a long discussion, and finally, He Xu, the lawyer who helped Bian Yiqiu handle all sorts of legal and illegal matters, made the final call: “The boss is in a relationship.”

Zuo Cheng and Ye Zhen simultaneously rolled their eyes, as if to say, “Is your brain malfunctioning?” Even if a sow could climb a tree and it rained red, Bian Yiqiu would never fall in love with anyone other than Lu Xiao unless he had somehow managed to win Lu Xiao over.

Who is Lu Xiao, you ask? Well, that’s a long story. Zuo Cheng, who doesn’t like to talk much, would sum it up as this: Lu Xiao is the “white moonlight” in Bian Yiqiu’s heart, the “vermilion mole” deep inside him, basically, the one person Bian Yiqiu loves to the point of obsession. But unfortunately, handsome Lu Xiao doesn’t give a damn about him and is currently having a hot affair with a jewelry designer named Chu.

So, Ye Zhen said, “The boss must be heartbroken from a unrequited love, probably crying alone at Yuelong Bay. It’s too embarrassing to let you follow him.”

Zuo Cheng suddenly felt that these two so-called highly intelligent individuals were not as impressive as he thought. How did he ever believe they were smarter than him?

The once unbreakable bond of the “Iron Triangle” alliance now seemed to be on the verge of collapse, leaving Zuo Cheng feeling extremely frustrated. What made it worse was that Bian Yiqiu’s frequent, unpredictable dates over the past few days made him feel completely shut out as soon as he entered the villa. Every time Zuo Cheng saw Bian Yiqiu come out of the villa unharmed, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had narrowly escaped death. What he was thinking and what showed on his face were unmistakably the same: Boss, it’s great you weren’t assassinated!

But today, Zuo Cheng was starting to get anxious. Based on past experience, no matter how wild Bian Yiqiu had been the night before, he should have been out of the villa by noon at the latest. But now, it was almost dinnertime, and there wasn’t a single sound from the villa’s front gate.

Of course, danger wasn’t likely. Every room in the villa, including the bathrooms, was equipped with a silent communication system, hidden in secret locations known only to a few trusted subordinates. If there had been any danger, Bian Yiqiu would have sent a distress signal long ago. Of course, if Bian Yiqiu had been entranced by someone’s beauty and, in a moment of confusion, had been caught off guard… Well, that was another story.

He was hesitating, wondering whether to rush in, when the phone rang at just the right moment. Lawyer He’s voice came through, asking directly, “Where’s the boss?”

Zuo Cheng replied, “He’s still in the villa.”

“Get your ass in there and check on him! I’ve called him over a dozen times and he hasn’t answered. I’m worried something happened!”

Without a second thought, Zuo Cheng immediately unlocked the villa’s front door using his fingerprint. He hadn’t taken more than a few steps when he heard a crunch underfoot.

He looked down and instantly felt uneasy. Bian Yiqiu’s phone was lying at his feet, its screen shattered like a spider’s web.

Following the phone’s path, Zuo Cheng noticed clothes scattered all over the floor. Pants, underwear, shoes, socks… At the same time, he also saw clear signs of a struggle in the living room.

Zuo Cheng couldn’t quite figure out the situation. Looking at the scattered clothes on the floor, it was clear that Bian Yiqiu had indeed come to meet a lover. However, in his understanding, Bian Yiqiu was always one to insist on mutual consent in these matters. There was no way he would use force or violence on anyone. Plus, from what Zuo Cheng knew, his boss didn’t have any particular interest in BDSM. So how had things escalated into a fight?

“Zuo Cheng?” He Xu called through the phone after receiving no response for a while. “What’s going on?”

“I’m going to check the bedroom.” Zuo Cheng responded as he dashed upstairs, knocking loudly on the door. “Boss, are you in there? I’m coming in.”

The reason Zuo Cheng didn’t just kick the door open was, first, because he was worried about Bian Yiqiu’s bad mood after waking up, and second, because he was concerned the lover might still be there. But in truth, it was just a symbolic gesture to let Bian Yiqiu know. If something really happened to him, whether Zuo Cheng knocked or not wouldn’t matter much.

Bian Yiqiu was wrapped up in his blanket, sleeping soundly, when he suddenly dreamed of dark clouds swirling and thunder crashing. He woke up to see Zuo Cheng standing at the door, and in an instant, his anger flared. He growled in a rough voice, “Who the hell told you to come in?”

Zuo Cheng, with one leg still halfway through the door, quickly realized his mistake. He threw the phone at his boss and said, “Lawyer He is looking for you!” before quickly fleeing the bedroom like a gust of wind.

He Xu was irritated by Zuo Cheng’s attempt to shift the blame onto him. While silently planning how to make him regret it, he quickly mentioned a name before Bian Yiqiu could start scolding him, successfully cooling down the intense anger that could almost be felt through the phone.

“Where is he?”

“The abandoned warehouse at the west pier.”

“I’ll be on my way.”