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Wei Ying fought with Lan Zhan again, on the same topic: moving out. He knew Lan Zhan had helped him immensely after his parents' death and the bank repossessed their house. His parents, adventurous and philanthropic, had mortgaged their home to fund a school and well in Northern Nigeria. Ironically, they died in a car crash on their way to buy groceries. He loved them, but they unconsciously neglected him. That's how he met Lan Zhan. His mother and Lan Zhan's nanny were friends, leading to his placement in the Lan family mansion. Lan Qiren wasn't pleased initially, but seeing his nephew smile for the first time since his mother's death, he relented. Lan Qiren was rarely home due to work, and Lan Xichen, a decade older, was studying abroad. Though a spoiled brat, Wei Ying was good-natured, and an extra playmate wouldn't hurt. Wei Ying felt a kinship with Lan Zhan. Both had experienced parental neglect—Wei Ying with present but inattentive parents, and Lan Zhan as an orphan. Lan Zhan was shy and docile, hiding when teased for his delicate features and long hair. Wei Ying felt like an older brother, despite being a year younger. He never imagined that seven years later, that same boy would be his only solace at the funeral, solemnly promising to be his family and never abandon him. He noticed then, for the first time, how much taller Lan Zhan had become, and how he was now the one hiding in his arms.He shouldn't have moved into Lan Zhan's apartment so quickly. Grief clouded his judgment; he'd felt presumptuous accepting such kindness. But Lan Zhan didn't mind, accommodating him completely. The minimalist blue and white bedroom was now half-painted red; the grand piano held an electric guitar and flute. Even the once-vegetarian kitchen overflowed with spices and pork. He'd become too comfortable, his mistake dawning only when he overheard Lan Zhan arguing with his uncle. "You're wasting your life on him!" Lan Qiren fumed. "It's not your fault his parents were reckless. He should be in an orphanage, not playing house with you." His intimidating presence would have frightened most teenagers, but Lan Zhan seemed bored. "Nothing I do with A-Ying is a waste," he countered, calm but firm. "Besides, I cover our expenses. Stay out of our lives." Lan Qiren scoffed condescendingly. "Oh, so independent. Don't think I didn't recognize the song you wrote with your mother on the radio. You sold something that precious to you to buy back his dilapidated house twice the worth and put it in his name." Lan Zhan's demeanor shifted, his voice edged with undisguised anger. "Are you spying on me? Did you say anything to Wei Ying? Get out! I can not accommodate you any longer." Lan Qiren, surprised by his nephew's outburst, flushed crimson. But Lan Zhan, cold and calculating, continued: "Do you think I didn't see you stall before calling for help when you found my father hanging? I was hiding in the closet. I saw that smirk. You don't love me. Your greed and guilt drive you. If you push me, I'll take the company from a poser like you. Stop pretending." Lan Qiren was shaken, terrified that his darkest secret was known. He watched, aghast, as his nephew, seemingly childish in his tilted-head posture, uttered the chilling words, "Don't forget I'm my mother's chosen heir to the Xia family." Lan Qiren, sweating profusely, felt twenty years older in that instant. He pitied Wei Ying, unaware his friend harbored a demonic side. He fled, never to return. Unfortunately, Wei Ying missed the confrontation. He misinterpreted the "Get out!" Shame washed over him. He'd been extravagant, using the household provisions for his culinary experiments. He hadn't even flinched at Lan Zhan's paying for his private school. He was a parasite, clinging and leeching. He wanted to vomit. to return and pack his things.He halted, a wave of uncertainty washing over him. No family, no money, nowhere to go but under a bridge or into some dismal orphanage. The thought of wasting Lan Zhan's kindness, of never repaying his debt, stung. Leaving abruptly would send Lan Zhan into a frenzy. He hadn't overstayed his welcome, had he? He'd find a job after spring break—the large restaurant down the street was always hiring. With renewed determination, he turned back towards home. His keycard swiped, and he found Lan Zhan in the kitchen. A soft smile graced Lan Zhan's lips; he wore the blue friendship bracelet Wei Ying had knitted for him years ago. "Home early?" Lan Zhan asked, his voice soothing. "Flute practice end quickly?" Wei Ying stared, mesmerized. Lan Zhan was… stunning. His strides had always been elegant, but now, the sun caught the sheen of sweat on his arms, highlighting the sculpted definition of his biceps and the corded strength of his forearms. His shoulders moved with a power that stole Wei Ying's breath. His heart pounded. When had Lan Zhan become so… captivating? He didn't notice Lan Zhan approach until a firm hand rested on his forehead. "Fever?" Lan Zhan asked, concern etched on his face. Wei Ying stammered a denial, then blurted out his plan: "I'm applying for a job this summer. I'm almost sixteen, Lan Zhan. I want to be more independent. I'm living here rent-free; I want to contribute, save for college." He looked at Lan Zhan, his dependence evident, but Lan Zhan's agreement came swiftly, his praise genuine, his hand resting on Wei Ying's head. Emboldened, Wei Ying excitedly shared his plans to work at Les Saveurs Cachées. Lan Zhan muttered, "At least it's close," unaware of the regret, the pain, that this decision would bring. He would have kept Wei Ying home, even if it meant enduring Wei Ying's dislike, if he'd known the cost.
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Two years had flown by. Wei Ying, now a confident young man and assistant chef, was nearing high school graduation. He planned to work two more years, saving for culinary school in Switzerland. His stride was assured, though hurried; he wanted to prepare dinner for Lan Zhan, who'd be home soon. Lan Zhan, incredibly intelligent, had graduated high school at sixteen, inherited his mother's business a year later, and was already a rising star in finance at barely nineteen. Wei Ying ignored the admiring glances and love letters—his own popularity rivaled Lan Zhan's, though Lan Zhan's aloofness was a major factor. The thought of Lan Zhan always brought a smile to his face. Arriving home, he showered and went straight to the kitchen. He efficiently diced tofu and mushrooms, preparing vegetable fried rice from leftovers, with a side dish of tofu and shredded mushrooms fried in peanut oil and sprinkled with sesame seeds. He would have made more, but time was short. A pink envelope peeked from his unzipped school bag—a love letter from a kind, reserved girl he'd defended from bullies. She'd repaid him with surprisingly delicious, albeit *ugly*, chocolate chip cookies, and he'd even begged her for the recipe. He wouldn't throw this away; she'd clearly mustered significant courage. He'd politely decline tomorrow. He tucked it away, knowing Lan Zhan's reaction—hours of stony silence—would be far worse than any rejection. He was about to lock it away when he heard the door chime. He forgot the letter and ran to greet Lan Zhan, taking his briefcase and inquiring about his day, acting like a virtuous housewife. Lan Zhan replied curtly, muttering "Fine," before a flicker of regret crossed his face, and he asked about Wei Ying's day. Wei Ying felt a slight sting but attributed it to work stress, rambling about his day, the upcoming prom, and his raise. Lan Zhan looked proud at the last news, asking where Wei Ying wanted to celebrate. They sat at the dining table, the clinking of cutlery a muted counterpoint to the unusual silence. Lan Zhan's face, pale even by his usual standards, glowed faintly in the artificial light. His hair, slicked back and short, emphasized his height—Wei Ying noticed he’d grown again, nearly 195 cm now, imposing and striking. His usually harsh amber eyes seemed softer, reminding Wei Ying of their childhood. A growing distance stretched between them, palpable and undeniable. He couldn't delay any longer."I noticed they finished the new low-income apartment complex across the street," Wei Ying began."Hmmm," Lan Zhan hummed, disinterested."They're leasing apartments already. Cheap, but a little cramped."Lan Zhan raised an eyebrow. "Why do you know the apartment sizes?""Because I went to inspect one," Wei Ying replied.Silence descended. Lan Zhan's face remained inscrutable, though Wei Ying saw the telltale veins pulsing in his forehead—anger. Steeling himself, Wei Ying continued, "I'm moving out, Lan Zhan, by the end of the year. I've saved enough for a deposit. I can't thank you enough for everything, and I'll repay all your expenses in raising me. I know it wasn't easy…"He was cut short. "I'll give you a chance to rephrase your words," Lan Zhan said, his voice dangerously low. His clenched fists and the almost predatory glint in his eyes spoke volumes. Wei Ying should have cowered, but he wouldn't."I said I'm moving out. It's just across the street; I'm not even changing streets…"The bang of Lan Zhan's fist on the table startled him. It was so forceful that dishes jumped."Switzerland isn't on the same street," Lan Zhan pointed out coldly."How did you know about Switzerland? I only told my counselor," Wei Ying mumbled, unable to meet Lan Zhan's gaze."Did you forget I became your legal guardian last year?""Lan Zhan, I can't live like this. I feel like a parasite," Wei Ying whispered, tears welling in his eyes. Lan Zhan's face softened; he reached for Wei Ying, but Wei Ying pulled away. His voice still trembled. "Lan Zhan, you don't have a life because of me. Boys your age have girlfriends, are in college, not running huge conglomerates to provide for… a mere friend."Lan Zhan said quietly, "I don't need a girlfriend or college. I just need you, Wei Ying. Only you."Wei Ying’s anger flared. "Just stop! Look at yourself! Where's the boy who wrote music and played it for me? Who wrote practice essays for Julliard? You gave up everything! You took on so much pressure for what? This debt is crushing me. The more I see you sacrifice for me, the more it weighs on me. I can't live like this anymore. It's not healthy for either of us. I'm moving out by the end of the week. It's final.""All my choices were my own. It had nothing to do with you. I would inherit Xia Inc. sooner or later," Lan Zhan replied. Wei Ying scoffed. There he went again, shouldering all his burdens alone. He'd started cooking only because he kept missing meals, spending hours in his study with contracts and phone calls. Wei Ying noticed his winces of pain, yet Lan Zhan continued working. He was a genius, but a sixteen-year-old is still a child. How could he conquer a century-old business with book smarts alone? Deep down, Wei Ying knew he couldn't stay because he felt weak and inadequate. He needed to push himself, to become strong enough to share Lan Zhan's burdens."Lan Zhan, we need to separate. I'm a man, too. I can't keep depending on you. I need to make my own name. I'll just be across the street; you can see me from the window."Lan Zhan's face was gloomy, his words laced with pain. "I was proud when I promised to stay by your side forever. I never thought you'd throw me away like trash. Am I useless to you now? If you care about my feelings, why didn't you leave when you overheard my uncle?"Wei Ying was shocked, speechless."If you leave now, I'll end our relationship. Your decade-long presence would be a stain to be washed off."Knowing his shortcomings was one thing, but to be laid bare like this by the most important person in his life… it hurt beyond words. He knew Lan Zhan spoke in anger, didn't mean it, but it broke him. He left the dining room, despite Lan Zhan calling his name.As he reached the door, a muscular hand slammed it shut."Where do you think you're going?" Lan Zhan asked menacingly."Away from you. I hate you, Lan Zhan."Exploiting Lan Zhan's confusion and pain, Wei Ying slipped out and ran into the street, just as he'd arrived—with nothing but the clothes on his back. . He knew he didn't mean it, but selfishly wanted Lan Zhan to share his pain. Lan Wangji didn't follow. The harsh words hung in the air, a chilling silence replacing the storm of their argument. He *should* have given Wei Ying space, moved into the house across the courtyard a simple step, a bridge easily crossed. But a madness, cold and creeping, coiled within him. Why the anger? Only he could answer that, and the answer was a twisting, venomous thing that gnawed at his sanity.His eye caught a flash of movement—Wei Ying's bag, carelessly tossed onto the chair, as always. Curiosity, a serpent slithering into his mind, prompted him to open it. The love letter lay inside, a pale, accusing thing. A flicker of jealousy, yes, but it was swallowed by something far darker. He felt...generous. Almost. As he reached for the fireplace, the name on the letter hit him – a snapped string, a dam breaking. Rage, pure, unadulterated rage, and a jealousy that clawed at his soul, consumed him. He smashed his fist into the mirror, the shards a grotesque reflection of the shattered calm within. The blood on his hands offered no solace, no escape from the icy grip of his descent. Wei Ying should *never have done that.Wei Ying was listless, walking for hours until midnight. He stopped at their favorite childhood park; the swings were old, but he didn't care. He sat on one, too small for his adult frame, and wept. He sobbed for a long time, regretting every harsh word. He wanted to go home, to Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan wouldn't push him away, would he? Independence didn't matter; he craved Lan Zhan's arms, forever. An epiphany struck: he didn't want friendship, he wanted love, a real family. A friend occupied unnecessary space; a boyfriend, however, could stay with him forever. But doubt lingered. Lan Zhan might not reciprocate his feelings. Still, Wei Ying was determined to seduce him. He reached for his phone to call for a cab, but realized he'd left it behind. Cursing his stupidity, he didn't notice the man approaching with a handkerchief until it was too late to resist. He was bundled into a car, kidnapped.WARNING DEPICTION OF SEXUAL VIOLENCE BELOW PROCEED WITH CAUTION He awoke blindfolded, on a bed in a strange, dark room. Terror choked him. What if he'd stumbled into a serial killer's lair? To die now, with his last words a hateful tirade against Lan Zhan—the guilt was a physical weight, unbearable. He couldn't die, especially not tonight, the night he'd shattered Lan Zhan's heart.A creaking door. Heavy footsteps echoed in the confined space. Only one man. Delirious from the drugs, Wei Ying tried a playful tone, his voice cracking, "Please, sir, it was a mistake! Just take me back. I won't tell the police!" Only steady breathing answered. His pleas escalated into threats, desperate lies about being the police chief's son—met with chilling silence. Despair washed over him. Then, footsteps, closer, closer. A presence loomed, breath hot on his lips. Was he imagining it, or was the kidnapper's breathing accelerating? A muscular hand clamped onto the back of his head, fingers raking through his hair, pulling so fiercely it burned.Lips crushed onto his, hot and forceful. His assailant's tongue invaded his mouth, a brutal exploration that was both terrifying and strangely intoxicating. Wei Ying struggled, weak and helpless, a puppet on strings. He tried to bite, but the man was relentless, taking what he wanted without pause. Wei Ying felt himself suffocating, then, a brief reprieve. The fear was overwhelming. The man's strength was terrifying; even if Wei Ying fought with everything he had, he doubted he could win. He trembled, petrified. Thrown back onto the bed, his drug-slowed movements, the swaying of his hips, his flushed face seemed to taunt the man. His attempt to remove his blindfold, knotted impossibly tight, only resulted in being dragged back to the bed . The man on top of him delirious with lust rutting against him with with animalistic grunts. Adrenaline surged, a desperate tide against the terror. In a blur of unexpected strength, Wei Ying flipped his attacker, catching him off guard. The man landed heavily, humiliated. Wei Ying bolted for the door, remembering the man's entry from the right. His hand was on the knob, freedom tantalizingly close, when searing pain ripped through his arm. Before he could react, his other arm was dislocated. Flailing, kicking, he was dragged back to the bed. Then, his feet. Tears streamed down his face, a torrent of pain and fear. His face was a mask of agony. The man paused. Wei Ying's pleas poured out, desperate and broken, "Please, I'm only seventeen! Don't kill me! I have family... forgive me..." His words were cut short by another kiss, slow and gentle this time, a lover's kiss, but devoid of any tenderness to Wei Ying. Held captive, the kiss lingered, a suffocating eternity. Then, the man's hands began their exploration, groping over his body through his clothing. He was going to vomit. The ripping of his shirt exposed his pink nipples to the cold air. A mouth clamped onto one, sucking and biting, while calloused fingers tormented the other. ." Please don't rape me, i will do anything else i am still a virgin " Snot dribbled from his nose as he pleaded. His plea was answered with a harder bite on his nipple and the unsettling twitch of the man's member against his leg. He was flipped onto his knees, his buttocks exposed, his trousers torn open."His ass was two shades lighter than his skin, creating an enticing contrast that both excited his kidnapper.The softness of his hairless skin felt alluring, y. As hands began to knead his ass, two sharp slaps echoed in the air, igniting a wave of heat that he couldn't ignore. He felt a soreness building, stirring a mix of discomfort and undeniable pleasure. It was only the beginning, and he was unsure. A cool sensation brushed against his anus, and before he could brace himself, two long, veined fingers were pushed inside him. The initial intrusion felt overwhelming — both uncomfortable and oddly thrilling. He was filled with reluctance as they began to stir within him, but soon, another finger joined, deepening the sensation. It was as if he were on the verge of bursting, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. Despite his resistance, the rhythm quickened, drawing him into an unexpected world of tantalizing pleasure that he could neither fully embrace nor reject. "They touched a certain spot, and his limp member showed signs of raising its head. It seemed the person above him felt a burst of motivation as he continued to stir inside him faster, making sure to hit that sweet spot. Wei Ying felt disgusted by his own pleasure; the moans he tried to stifle and his member dripping pre-cum made him feel like a cheap whore, like a bitch in heat. In mere seconds, he had his first orgasm, convulsing on the bed, shaking and writhing. He couldn't contain his screams this time, looking ravaged, sweaty, with torn clothes and bruised butt cheeks. Before he could come to his senses, he felt a large member aimed at his hole, rubbing against it. He tried to crawl away on his stomach, his tiredness fading, but a hand pressed against his waist, and the man forced his large member into him." it was extremely painful . He lost consciousness for a moment. When he returned to awareness, he felt the man's relentless thrusts driving into him, hard and fast, as if he wanted to completely impale him. The man's strong hands lifted him up, turning him over to confront his captor, their eyes locking in an intense exchange. Even though he could not see.Wei ying unconsciously started mumbling words, his jaw slack with drool pooling underneath me, the man lowered his head to hear the words" Lan zhan please save me", his assailant's member swelled even larger causing wei ying to feel more discomfort , he tried to escape again but the man had an iron grip on his waist fixing him into place the thrusts were hurried, the room filled with sounds of flesh hitting against the other , it was too intense , Wei ying began screaming Lan Zhan's name trying to get away from the man he was left to collapse back on the bed and pinned there with the man's body weight , he instinctively knew what was coming and tried to move away but the man bit down on his neck so hard he could feel it bleeding then he ejaculated inside him, his ass was filled repeatedly with cum the man still holding him down made small thrusts inside him like he did not want to waste a single drop, Wei Ying fainted again , but the man wasn't sated after getting off from his high he dragged wei ying back and started another round of rough lovemaking the cum served as lubrication.Wei Ying was in and out of consciousness as he was fucked for 4 hours straight with almost no breaks in-between he shamelessly had orgasms too , he felt dirty and used, he never should have left home this was his punishment he feared.
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The scent of antiseptic stung his nostrils, a stark contrast to the sweat and cedar he last remembered. Blurred shapes swam into focus: the rhythmic beat of a machine, controlled sobs, and a pale hand still squeezing his. It was like emerging from a dark, suffocating tunnel, blinded by an unfamiliar light. His eyes fluttered open. Slowly, he turned his head to the other side, where he felt the gentle squeeze of his hand. Lan Zhan was seated beside him; he no longer looked composed. His hair, now grown past his neck, was messy; his eyes were swollen and red; even his jaw sported a bit of stubble. His clothes were rumpled, yet he still looked like he'd walked out of a photoshoot—perhaps his stare was simply too intense. Lan Zhan looked at him with a hint of surprise and elation; while holding his hand, he pressed the call button for the nurse with his other hand. "A-Xian," he whispered, his voice hoarse and choked. The relief flooding his eyes seemed almost corporeal. When Wei Ying's eyes finally focused on him, they held confusion, a deep chasm of pain reflecting back. He tried to whisper words of reassurance, but they failed to bridge the gap of fear and trauma separating them. The silence, punctuated by the slow beeping of the EKG, was heavy. The arrival of the nurses and doctor was a welcome distraction.Q"Mr. Wei, you sustained two broken ribs, dislocated shoulders and feet, and extensive bruising," the doctor stated, his tone professional yet compassionate. "Your guardian found you unresponsive and severely injured; you were immediately admitted to the ICU." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "You were the victim of a sexual assault, and left for dead. I understand this is a great deal to process upon waking, but you've been in a coma for three days. A rape kit was administered as standard procedure. However, as you are of age, we require your consent to forward the evidence to the police."The nurse, her expression both sympathetic and resolute, added gently, "Mr. Wei, please know you're safe now. We will support you through this. Giving us permission to proceed with the investigation will help ensure the perpetrator is brought to justice." Another nurse, equally supportive and determined added, "Time is of the essence, Mr. Wei. Prompt action will make the process smoother. Your signature here will allow us to move forward expeditiously." "No," his voice, though weak, held a firm resolve. "Treat it as biohazard." The first nurse opened her mouth to protest, but Lan Zhan rose, his tall frame imposing. His voice, smooth and controlled, yet laced with an underlying steel, was like a command. "He does not wish to be disturbed. If you have completed your treatment, please allow the patient to rest." The nurse bristled. How dare this visitor interfere? She opened her mouth to reprimand him, but the doctor and the director of surgery exchanged a pointed look, their eyes warning her off. A jolt of shock ran through her. Clearly, this young man was someone special. With murmured apologies, they retreated, leaving the two alone.Lan Zhan watched them go, then turned back to Wei Ying, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and protectiveness. Before he could speak, Wei Ying interrupted, his voice trembling slightly."Can I go home, Lan Zhan?" he asked tentatively, but the hesitation etched on Lan Zhan's face was a stark answer. He recoiled, instantly regretting the question. Hadn't he, in his petulance, stormed out, vowing never to return? Hadn't he carelessly walked into danger? Lan Zhan had dropped everything to be here, yet here he was, an ungrateful leech, demanding more. He was a parasite, feeding off his friend's kindness, deserving nothing but scorn. He was lost in this self-recrimination when Lan Zhan's voice cut through the silence.Deep and low, it resonated, "The doctor advised a week of observation before you can be discharged."Wei Ying was genuinely stunned. Why was Lan Zhan so kind? Always there, without complaint. He didn't deserve this unwavering support. He deserved nothing but to disappear, to end this burden on Lan Zhan. He should just kill himself and release Lan Zhan from this chain called Wei Ying.But he was a coward. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving Lan Zhan's side. Even if it were only pity or lingering feelings keeping him there, he would cling to it. He would exploit that kindness, milking it for all it was worth.The week flew by. He could move his arms slightly, but his feet remained agonizingly sore. The doctor mandated a month in a wheelchair, along with intensive physical therapy, to prevent future complications.Their home felt strangely alien. Four years lived here, yet it seemed like a lifetime ago, even though it had only been ten days. Lan Zhan had transformed the space. The doorways were wider, ramps smoothly integrated at every threshold – a testament to his meticulous planning for Wei Ying's comfort. As Lan Zhan carefully maneuvered him into his bedroom, Wei Ying noticed safety bars discreetly placed near the bed and closet, providing support without intruding on the room's aesthetic. The thoughtfulness was overwhelming. He started to thank him, but Lan Zhan’s phone rang. He moved to the corner to answer, his impatience evident in his slightly raised voice. It was something urgent. He excused himself to his study, pausing at the doorway to say, "Be careful." "Lan Zhan, thank you," Wei Ying said sincerely."Hmmmn," Lan Zhan hummed in response, eyes downcast, before leaving.Wei Ying saw his school bag on the bed, lying open. He remembered the letter and his heart leaped into his throat, hoping Lan Zhan hadn't found it. Fortunately, it was still there, albeit slightly creased.He ached for a real bath. The smell of antiseptic clung to him; a quick wipe with a soft towel offered little solace. The shower was thoughtfully equipped with stools, grab bars, and even a small step stool beside the tub. He ran a hot bath, the water a balm to his frayed nerves. The peace, however, only amplified his despair. Lan Zhan hadn't directly asked ababou it, and Wei Ying was profoundly grateful. He wanted to bury the memory in the deepest, darkest recesses of his heart, to avoid reporting it, to avoid confronting his rapist. The very thought of facing him in court, of raising himself onto a witness stand, was unbearable. Terror, raw and visceral, was etched into his very bones. He found himself constantly scanning the shadows, in dimly lit hospital corners, dark alleyways – always alert, always on guard. Only Lan Zhan's presence seemed to ease his paralyzing fear. After a half-hour of scrubbing away a week’s worth of grime, he grasped the shower bar to pull himself up, but his mind, still consumed by his trauma, betrayed him. He misjudged the distance, slipped, and tumbled to the floor. The soft mat Lan Zhan had thoughtfully placed beside the tub cushioned his fall, preventing a broken tailbone, but the thud was loud enough to alert Lan Zhan. He heard his concerned voice from the hallway. He tried to cover himself, but his towel hung near the mirror – too late. The bathroom door swung open, revealing Lan Zhan, breathless, his worry etched upon his face. His voice, though laced with concern, held a note of gentle reproof. "I told you to be careful."Frustration etched itself onto his features as his fingers brushed against Wei Ying's bare skin. He finally realized Wei Ying was naked. A blush crept onto Wei Ying’s cheeks as he mumbled a request for his towel. Lan Zhan, however, seemed lost in a trance, his gaze fixed on Wei Ying's naked form. Wei Ying heard him swallow. He tried again to speak, but Lan Zhan's unwavering stare startled him. He wondered if he'd imagined it – could he really have seen such raw, unbridled lust in those usually calm eyes? A yearning, an ache that resonated deep within him. He swore he felt Lan Zhan's fingers graze his waist, a fleeting touch, gone as quickly as it appeared. Then, just as swiftly, Lan Zhan returned to his usual aloof demeanor. He covered Wei Ying with the towel, then, with one arm supporting his back and the other his thighs, effortlessly lifted him and gently placed him on the bed. As if fleeing some unseen threat, he quickly exited the room without a backward glance."That was close, Lan Zhan thought, nearly losing control at the sight of Wei Ying's naked, vulnerable form. His desires surged within him, urging him to lay Wei Ying down on the carpet and claim him with an intensity he craved. He longed to coax both screams and sighs from Wei Ying's lips, to weave pain with pleasure, and to master the depths of their shared longing.He stepped into the bathroom and stripped himself bare, his gaze locked on the mirror. The reflection revealed a fair back crisscrossed with ugly whip scars; they were scabbed over now, remnants of a punishment that no longer stung like they had days ago. Each scar was a reminder of his transgression against Wei Ying, a mark of his twisted penance. He knew he shouldn’t have assaulted him, but he couldn't shake the notion that it was in his blood—a dark, possessive need to control those he loved, a trait passed down through the Xia family. His mother had driven his father to suicide with her relentless behavior, but he refused to follow that path. He craved to be better, to shield Wei Ying from the darkness that threatened to consume him. Yet, the more he tried to restrain himself, the more Wei Ying taunted him, daring his ruthless side to break free. He wanted their first time to unfold in Wei Ying's childhood home; it was sacred, vulnerable. He would renovate that place, transform it into a realm that belonged solely to them. After they were married, their first night would be in his parents' bed, a throne where he would reign as a gentle lover, honoring him with the reverence and kindness a husband deserved. Yet there he was, that night, unleashing his raw, feral desires on Wei Ying's body as if he were a cheap plaything. Wei Ying deserved the world, but for now, he was forced to endure the consequences of his possessiveness—a beautiful suffering no one else could inflict but him.He felt the blood rushing to his member, an enticing pulse that made it throb with urgency. The sight of the 10-inch behemoth, its veins straining beneath the skin, was both beautiful and raw. Despite the frigid temperature of the shower, it ached and dripped, a testament to his overwhelming need. His long, pale hand contrasted sharply against the deep purplish hue of his arousal as he stroked it fervently, each deliberate motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through him, blasphemous yet utterly enticing."Wei Ying," he moaned repeatedly, his voice thick with longing as he found himself on the brink. The tantalizing image of Wei Ying on his knees before him, mouth open and red tongue teasingly peeking out, sent his desire spiraling. He envisioned those brown doe-like eyes gazing up at him with unmasked expectation, igniting a fire deep within.With a surge of ecstasy, he came hard, spurts of semen splattering against the bathroom wall, the cloudy white mingling with the clean water as it was washed away. It felt like a waste, a cruel reminder that he wanted more. He ached for his essence to fill Wei Ying completely, whether nestled deep within him or swallowed down that beautiful throat. If Wei Ying were a woman, he would claim her every year, planting roots in her womb and watching her blossom with their children, each one a tie that bound them closer together. Wei Ying must belong to him—body and soul. He would not rest until every aspect of Wei Ying's life was under his control, a living testament to the depths of his desire.