The moment the private room’s lock clicked into place,
whatever remained of his restraint shattered.

Shen Yanxing didn’t allow even a second of space—
he slammed Jiang Zhilin’s shoulders back, pinning him hard against the door.

The force was ruthless, stripped of hesitation,
like a dam finally bursting after being pushed past its limit—

“Fuck—!”

Jiang’s back struck the cold surface,
the impact jolting through his chest in a dull, violent thud.

Shff—

His collar was yanked open, fabric tearing apart as bare skin hit the chill.

Fingertips swept across his collarbone—
a searing heat that made his body jolt involuntarily.

He barely drew breath before his mouth was seized.

This wasn’t a kiss.
It was a devouring.

Teeth dragged and bit down,
a chaotic, consuming kiss that flooded the air with heat and barely caged fury—

“Let—go—!”

The words broke apart against his lips,
buried beneath ragged breaths,
utterly useless against the force holding him down.

Shen Yanxing’s breath burned hot,
the heat of his body pressed close enough to scorch.

“Still dare to talk?”

His voice dropped—low, rough,
a warning edged with gritted teeth.

The next second, he seized Jiang Zhilin’s wrist
and slammed it up against the door,
knuckles whitening under the force—
a grip no one could break free from.

“You—!”

The protest barely formed before a hand clamped hard around his waist—

A sudden, brutal pull—

His vision lurched,
and the next moment he was thrown onto the sofa.

His upper body sank into the cushions,
a muffled sound swallowed by the kiss forced onto his lips—
a kiss so fierce it felt like he might be torn apart.

“Aren’t you good at provoking me?”

Shen Yanxing’s voice was dark and hoarse,
his restraint stripped down to something raw and merciless.

His fingers slid down along the curve of Jiang’s waist,
palm dragging heat across skin
before slipping under the waistband without hesitation—
gripping that fevered, helpless vulnerability with ruthless precision.

“Then let’s see—
this time… can you still handle it?”

And with that—
his fingers pressed down, hard—

“Shen Yanxing—!”

The sudden rush of sensation made Jiang Zhilin jolt,
a rough, breathless sound tearing from his throat
as his fingers clamped hard onto Shen Yanxing’s shoulder—
the only anchor he could hold onto.

But before he could even catch a breath,
the hand working him tightened,
the pace snapping sharper, faster—
too fast for his mind to keep up.

“Fu—… ha— you—”

“Say another word?”

Shen Yanxing lowered his head, lips brushing Jiang’s throat,
his voice a low, terrifying growl.

“Weren’t you the one who liked talking back?”

Jiang Zhilin’s breathing faltered.
The overwhelming aggression made it impossible to stay composed;
his fingertips trembled,
a choked sound slipping out of his throat.

Dammit…!

This wasn’t him—
he never lost control like this—
and yet even the fractured sounds spilling from him
felt dangerously satisfying.

That thought barely surfaced before Shen Yanxing’s touch turned harsher,
fingers tightening inch by inch,
his palm dragging over every sensitive spot,
forcing sanity out of reach.

“…hah… f—…”

His breathing fell into ragged disarray,
heat and motion grinding together between them
until steady air was impossible to catch.

The sharp rush of sensation shattered his focus,
and by the time he realized something was wrong,
a tremor had already begun running through his body.

“Hah… hah…”

Damn it… too fast…!

He tried to shove him away, but the next instant,
a violent surge of pleasure broke through everything.

His whole body jerked—
mind wiped blank—
every sense torn open by the overwhelming shock.

White spilled through Shen Yanxing’s fingers,
his breath a wrecked stutter he couldn’t steady,
vision dimming at the edges,
voice cracking with a helpless, electric tremor.

“You—”

The word didn’t even finish before warm fingers slid down,
pushing unhesitatingly toward the tight entrance behind him.
The pad of a fingertip pressed along the closed rim,
firm enough to allow no refusal.

“…Fuck…!”

This bastard—!

The hard, deliberate pressure carried a forceful edge,
sending a sharp tremor spearing up his spine.
Cold sweat slipped down his back.

Damn it… at this speed,
there’s no way to keep up…

He had barely begun to recover from the aftershocks of release—
hadn’t even managed a full breath—
when a sudden, foreign intrusion tore through him.

“…ngh—!”

Knuckles dragged against the tight inner walls,
the finger driving in without a hint of hesitation.

Wet friction burst into the air,
slick, obscene sounds accompanying the finger
as it thrust freely through the narrow heat of his body.

The stretch was brutal,
forcing his muscles to clamp down instinctively—
only to be pried open again with ruthless persistence.

“Ah…”

His body swallowed the middle finger,
soft heat pulsing around it,
clenching so tightly the knuckle felt scorched.

He barely had time to adjust to the sharp fullness before—

“…fuck—!”

Shen Yanxing pressed his ring finger alongside it,
withdrawing just long enough to plunge back in together,
both digits sinking deep in one decisive thrust.

The doubled intrusion stirred the tight passage mercilessly,
forcing the inner walls to contract again and again
in helpless, shuddering waves.

“…hah—hah…!”

The wet sounds grew sharper,
slick heat spilling under the relentless intrusion.
Honey-thick slickness seeped out around the thrusting fingers,
mixing with the earlier release,
smearing over the rim and dragging thin strands of fluid
down the trembling seam of his entrance.

The tight passage, barely able to take one finger moments ago,
was now forced open by something thicker—
unyielding in its invasion.

“Shen Yanxing—! Fuck—!”

Jiang Zhilin’s curse barely left his lips
before the next brutal push shattered it.

Ignoring every trace of resistance,
Shen Yanxing’s fingers drove in and out with feral intensity—
fast, heavy, merciless—
each slick thrust punctuated by breath and wet friction,
striking again and again at the most sensitive spot inside him.

“Ng—hah—fuck—hah—!”

The scorching fingers ravaged him without restraint,
each plunge sending small, uncontrollable tremors through his body—
pleasure tangled violently with the faint sting of being stretched too wide.

“Hah… h-aaah…”

His mind burned,
his insides tightening uncontrollably around the heat invading him—
and whatever remained of his rational thoughts
crumbled, piece by piece, under the overwhelming pulse of sensation.

The preparation lasted barely a moment—
so brief it was almost frightening.
Just as his body began to adjust,
the fullness inside him vanished all at once.

“…?”

No time to breathe.

A hotter, far more searing pressure pressed against his entrance,
the burning tip rubbing insistently,
coaxing—forcing—the tight ring to open on instinct.

“Wait—fuck—!”

Pain shot straight up his spine,
a sharp, tearing jolt that locked every muscle in his body.
Cold sweat traced down his back in a sudden drop,
even his breath stuttering to a halt.

…Too full…

His teeth clenched hard, knuckles turning white
as he desperately swallowed down the sound rising in his throat—
yet his body trembled uncontrollably,
unable to hide the shock of being stretched so abruptly.

In that moment, Shen Yanxing’s blazing heat was swallowed wholly by the tight, clenching walls around him.

The sheer pressure made his blood roar,
a sharp, intoxicating pleasure detonating at every nerve ending,
shattering the last scrap of rational thought.

…hnn…

His mind went blank.

So good…

What little restraint he had left disintegrated under that sudden, overwhelming pull—
only raw instinct remained, urging him to seek more,
to go deeper,
to claim completely.

He ignored Jiang Zhilin’s low curses,
offering no reply,
nothing but the rhythmic thrust of his hips—
the room filled only with the heavy, muffled sound of skin meeting skin.

“…ngh—ah…!”

Shen Yanxing didn’t stop.

Each drive hit deeper, harder than the last,
forcing his breath to splinter,
beads of sweat slipping down his temple.

He was drowning in it…

The inner walls began to spasm under the relentless assault,
tightness building layer by layer,
every thrust striking the most sensitive spot—
pleasure so sharp it bordered on suffocating.

Jiang Zhilin clenched his teeth so hard his jaw trembled,
a vein standing out along his neck.
What had moments ago been taut with pain
had already begun to shake uncontrollably beneath him.

“…ugh… h-ha…”

Damn…!

This is—

He can’t even think…

Even as his body shuddered violently and his fingers lost all strength,
the inner walls tightening in helpless spasms,
Shen Yanxing did not stop.

If anything, that involuntary clutching only drove him further into madness.

His breath came ragged,
sweat beading along his brow,
yet his pace didn’t slow—
it only grew faster,
deeper,
more consuming.

“…haa…”

Jiang Zhilin’s body began to give out,
his legs nearly buckling from the force of each thrust,
reason melting under the heat,
every thought scattered by wave after wave of pleasure crashing through him.

“…fuck… h–ha… slower…”

But the only answer he received
was a sharper, deeper plunge.

His voice broke completely,
pain and pleasure twisting together,
the intensity building to a breaking point.

Then—
a sudden, brutal strike to that spot inside him
sent his whole body arching—

“…ngh—ah—!”

Muscles convulsed violently,
white spilling out in a rush under the overwhelming shock of release.

Vision washed out in blinding white,
a tidal wave of pleasure swallowing everything—
even thought itself.

But Shen Yanxing still didn’t stop.

He didn’t even grant him the mercy of a breath.

“Stop…”

“…hah… s-stop… hah…”

Jiang Zhilin’s voice had lost all coherence,
heat flooding his skull until every thrust shattered another fragment of thought.

The sharp point deep inside was crushed again and again,
sparks of sensation shooting through every limb,
scrambling whatever remained of logic—
dragging his body toward another peak he couldn’t hold back.

“…ha… ngh…!”

Release struck—

muscles clenched violently,
instinctively trying to force the intrusion out,
yet locking down at the same time, refusing to let a single inch slip free.

He thought it would stop.

But it didn’t.

Shen Yanxing didn’t pause for even a breath—
his assault only grew fiercer.

The hypersensitivity that followed release made every thrust cut sharper,
shivers of numb pleasure rippling from the very core out to his limbs—
a mix of ecstasy and tearing heat colliding inside him.

“…ha… f-fuck… hah…!”

In the end, under the brutal force driving into him,
Jiang Zhilin came apart completely—
a hot pulse spilling out in a rush,
his chest heaving,
his entire body hollowed out and shaking.

He collapsed in near-boneless exhaustion, vision blurring at the edges.

And only then did Shen Yanxing reach his peak—
his hips snapping forward with a hard, final thrust—

a scorching flood spilled deep inside,
so hot it made Jiang Zhilin tremble,
his insides still convulsing with the intensity of aftermath,
clenching helplessly as if trying to keep that invading heat from leaving.

He was nearly gone—
thought, breath, strength all slipping—
yet he could still feel the molten rush spreading inside him.

“…ngh—ah…”

His voice was completely shattered, and what remained of his strength could only surrender to that final wave of sensation.

“…Enough… hah…”

He tried to push away, but even his fingertips had lost all strength.
Body was far too sensitive—any slightest brush sent another shiver tearing through him.

“…uhn…”

Shen Yanxing let out a ragged breath, sweat gathering along his brow.
The tight, unrelenting hold around him was so overwhelming he couldn’t stop even if he tried.

Every thrust felt as if that burning heat inside was pulling him deeper,
dragging him in with a violent, irresistible pull.

“…hah…”

Fuck… can’t stop…

His mind dissolved into static. No coherent thought remained—
only sensation, only the suffocating grip around him, only the rising edge of breath after breath.

The last few movements were wild, instinct-driven, nothing but a desperate chase for release.
And only when he could no longer move did Shen Yanxing finally drive in hard,
pleasure detonating through him and obliterating the last shred of reason.

“…fuck—!”

A surge of heat spilled into him again.
The tight, spasming squeeze around him made Shen Yanxing’s waist jolt violently,
burying himself as deep as the body beneath him would take.

The searing aftermath sent tremors through Jiang Zhilin’s entire frame,
his breath breaking apart into fragments he couldn’t piece together.

It felt like his body had been taken apart and put back together all wrong.

His breathing was uneven, limbs weak,
even his eyelids struggled to stay open.

And the worst part was—he knew exactly how he must look right now:

a complete mess.