As time passed, more and more vehicles appeared around the motorcycle. Before long, it was surrounded both in front and behind. The roar of helicopters and the wailing of sirens began to rise in the distance.
With a sudden leap, the motorcycle vaulted over a grass verge and landed steadily on a riverbank. It executed a sharp, elegant tail-flick to change direction, speeding backward along the riverbank before veering left into the slums. It darted wildly through the crisscrossing maze of narrow paths.
The cars behind were gradually shaken off. Shen Jiayu’s consciousness was fading into a void. Instinctively, he rubbed against the cold embrace holding him. His hand slowly slipped behind the rider, sliding under the fabric to touch the warm skin beneath, stroking and kneading.
The mysterious man’s body stiffened violently. His fingers, gripping the handlebars, turned white.
Shen Jiayu’s movements grew more insistent. His nerves were incinerated by a searing heat, leaving him to grope blindly. Deprived of his senses and reduced to raw instinct, he could not distinguish who was holding him, nor could he discern their gender. Had he possessed even a shred of consciousness, he would have realized that the elasticity of the skin felt vastly different from a woman’s.
Instinct commanded his body. He clung to the man, pressing his face against the helmet to suck and bite at it. Feeling a sharp sting, the man used his left hand to press Shen Jiayu’s face firmly against the handlebars.
Now pinned, Shen Jiayu lay flat on his back on the bike, struggling. His face was flushed, his eyes lacked focus, and he panted low, like a beast in heat.
The motorcycle stopped in a dim alleyway. Freed from the restraint, Shen Jiayu rose again, clinging to the man, kissing the helmet wildly. Perhaps the texture was too cold and hard, so he shifted, kissing the man’s neck and licking his Adam’s apple, leaving behind several tooth marks.
His mind had descended into a manic state. With raw strength, he tore at the obstructive clothing, his eyes burning red as he transformed into a beast.
The helmet was ripped away. Perhaps because the light was too dim, or because Shen Jiayu’s consciousness was long gone, he could see nothing clearly, only a vague, rugged outline.
The next moment, Shen Jiayu’s hair was grabbed from behind, forcing him to tilt his head back as a tall, dark shadow loomed over him.
Their lips pressed together. Burning breaths mingled, tongues tangled, and saliva was exchanged. The silent alley filled with intoxicating, heart-pounding sounds.
They kissed fiercely and violently, like two wild beasts tearing at one another, intent on consuming the other. Shen Jiayu was like a succubus, his entire body pressed against the man; at such close range, there was no escaping.
Shen Jiayu reached out his hand.
His hand recoiled instantly. His fractured nerves, relying on the genetic code etched into his DNA, transmitted a message: Error! Error! Target incorrect.
A powerful wave of male hormones enveloped him again. “Young Master, are you disgusted now? You were the one rubbing against me the whole time.”
The mysterious man was none other than Si Xuan. He had been following Shen Jiayu for days, never expecting to hit the jackpot. He pulled Shen Jiayu toward him. “Young Master, come here.” His voice was hoarse and hooked, like a fallen siren before a storm. He leaned against the barrier, chin tilted up, exuding charm as he whispered into the prince’s ear, seducing him into falling into the abyss together.
The prince’s eyes were vacant as he walked step by step into the depths. The merman’s strange, beautiful tail wrapped tightly around his body, and the two sank into the deep sea.
Si Xuan kissed him fervently—brows, eyes, lips, Adam’s apple.
The sound of Shen Jiayu’s sexy, provocative breathing was a lethal blow to Si Xuan. He paused for a moment before kissing him gently. “Baby, you are killing me.”
Even in the dim light, Shen Jiayu’s skin glowed with a fair radiance. As smooth and delicate as mutton-fat jade, it was now flushed with a light pink, like a blooming poppy, radiating a fatal beauty. This was the flesh of the upper class, nourished by endless wealth, exuding a noble scent.
Most captivating were the eight-pack abs—finely textured, perfectly proportioned, and clearly defined—and the V-line extending down into his dress pants. His physique was impossibly beautiful.
Si Xuan felt his nose grow hot, and two streams of blood trickled down. He wiped them away, leaving vivid stains on the back of his hand. His own reason began to unravel. He pinched his arm hard, leaving deep, purple nail marks.
With the scent of blood filling his nose, mingled with that strange, grassy fragrance, the unconscious Shen Jiayu seemed to be re-awakened. Relying entirely on bodily instinct, every cell in his body screamed, and his soul vibrated sharply.
Plunder. Plunder!
He grabbed Si Xuan’s hair and pulled upward. Deep within his vacant pupils, a strange, dark red light flickered. He leaned down ruthlessly, licking the blood from Si Xuan’s lips and chin.
The grassy scent exploded on his tongue, instantly spreading through his limbs and organs. His withered, dry cells were nourished by the nectar; every part of his body cheered. Even the volcano that had been on the verge of erupting was pacified. He felt comfortable and at ease, his scalp tingling with pleasure.
Not enough. Still not enough.
Shen Jiayu bit down hard on Si Xuan’s lip, greedily licking the blood that flowed out.
Feeling the pain in his scalp, Si Xuan was forced to lift his head, only to see Shen Jiayu in a state of madness. A moment later, his lips and chin were being sucked forcefully. His lip was torn. Si Xuan’s eyes darkened; the Shen family was indeed not to be underestimated.
Despite the pain in his lip, he allowed Shen Jiayu to do whatever he pleased.
Finding no satisfaction, his feverish body teetered on the verge of collapse. Shen Jiayu reached for the back of Si Xuan’s head, gripping his scalp tightly, and slammed Si Xuan’s head into the motorcycle.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
In the dark alley, the man stood with his upper body bare, wearing only dress pants. His exposed skin was glowing white. His physique was superb, his abs clearly defined, like the god Apollo descending to earth. An aura of slaughter and power washed over him. His scarlet eyes glowed with an eerie light in the dim environment as he held the other man, forcefully slamming his head against the motorcycle.
Not until the thick, grassy scent filled the space did Shen Jiayu stop. He gripped Si Xuan’s throat and pressed him against the bike. By now, Si Xuan’s forehead was a bloody mess, with warm blood trickling down.
Shen Jiayu leaned down to lick it, like a starving wolf in the snow, catching his prey and refusing to let a single drop of blood go to waste.
Si Xuan lay on the motorcycle, feeling a sharp pain in his forehead. His vision was filled with snow-white skin, and his nose was hit with a cool, masculine scent. He let out a low laugh, stroking the delicate skin on the other’s back, then began to taste the tender flesh on his neck.
As if still unsatisfied, Shen Jiayu tore at Si Xuan’s clothes. The black T-shirt fell to the ground in tatters. He bit down into Si Xuan’s neck, leaving a bite mark so deep the bone was nearly visible, forcefully sucking the fluid that poured out.
Si Xuan kissed the top of Shen Jiayu’s head. Indeed, I do not like docile lambs. A man should conquer a man!
With a flip, Si Xuan pinned Shen Jiayu beneath him, gnawing at his Adam’s apple. They tangled together like wild beasts, biting and tearing, both trying to tear the other apart, both vying for dominance.
Hot kisses mixed with scalding blood. Shen Jiayu’s mouth was stained red. He tilted his head back, eyes narrowed like an ancient god of war—majestic and murderous—sitting sated atop the motorcycle. A head was buried in his neck, licking his skin. He yanked that head up and kissed him on the side.
Not until Si Xuan’s shoulders and chest were covered in wounds did Shen Jiayu’s overexerted body begin to fail. The burning heat surged back to the forefront, signaling Si Xuan’s victory.
He had ruthlessly suppressed Shen Jiayu!
Now, Shen Jiayu was naked, his long lashes trembling, his eyes clouded with mist, leaning weakly against the motorcycle, gasping in confusion.
Looking at the young master who had been lost in desire—where was the overbearing, arrogant, and proud man from before? Recalling how he had stepped on his hand and slapped him, the disdain and contempt in his eyes had been palpable.
But now, Si Xuan smiled. Despite being covered in wounds, he smiled wickedly and ostentatiously. He felt a sense of pleasure in his chest and patted Shen Jiayu’s face. “Young Master, this look suits you best. You should lie obediently beneath me and be my exclusive female beast for the rest of your life.”
Si Xuan slowed his movements. Shen Jiayu leaned on his shoulder, lashes trembling, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, looking shattered and defenseless. He gently kissed away those tears. Shen Jiayu frowned. “Gentler.”
In his hazy state, Shen Jiayu’s consciousness seemed to fall into chaos. He felt like a small boat, bobbing in warm water, while a sea monster devoured every inch of his skin. He tried hard to open his eyes to see the person in front of him, but the field of vision was dark, showing only a blurry black shadow.
Three hours later, the unconscious Shen Jiayu lay on the motorcycle, his body covered in purple and blue bruises. This wrecked state clearly pleased Si Xuan. With a wicked smile, he took out his phone.
Click, click, click.
Behind the flash, those chaotic scenes were captured, malice spreading with the light of the screen.
After finishing everything, Si Xuan bit his finger and used his blood-smeared fingertip to write a strange character on Shen Jiayu’s chest. Once the character was closed, the blood-red marks vanished into the skin. Feeling the invisible connection, Si Xuan curled the corners of his mouth into a cold smile and kissed the spot intimately.
Seeing that time was running out, he cleaned up the scene. Once Shen Jiayu was transformed back into that polished, glamorous Second Young Master, Si Xuan gave him a heavy kiss on the lips. “Take a nap, baby.”
The engine roared, and the motorcycle sped off like lightning.
When Shen Jiayu opened his eyes again and looked around, he found himself lying on a park bench.
He was dazed for a moment, and then his shattered train of thought began to reconnect. Ye Jin! That damn bastard! And then it seemed he was taken away by a motorcycle, and then he tapped his head, unable to remember. There was a blurry black shadow, and then the heat and the panting!
He stood up with a jerk and almost collapsed. Shame and rage instantly turned him beet red. His weak body, his burning skin—everything reminded him that he had slept with someone!
Clenching his fists, Shen Jiayu slammed the bench, which groaned in agony. An intent to kill descended from the sky, instantly extinguishing all other emotions. Damn it, I have to kill him! Kill him!
He supported himself on the bench and stood up. He walked a few steps, and fortunately, he felt no physical abnormalities below the waist, only weakness and lethargy. The murderous intent began to recede as reason returned.
Passing a public restroom, Shen Jiayu was shocked by his own reflection. His lips were bitten, swollen, and red; the corners of his eyes were flushed, clouded with mist, as if he had been fiercely loved.
Hatred swept over him again. He punched the mirror with all his might.
Bang.
Cracks spread in all directions, and glass fragments stained with red fell to the floor. Blood streamed down Shen Jiayu’s fist.
Drip, drip.
It could not extinguish the fury in his heart. His knuckles turned white from the force, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. He gripped the sink, his chest heaving. He stared gloomily at himself in the mirror for a long while before turning on the faucet to wash his face.
Taking his phone out of his jacket, he saw it was already 11:00 PM. More than four hours had passed since he had dinner with Ye Jin. He opened his GPS, followed the route out, and called a cab. He stopped at a fruit store, then at the nearest hotel.