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The streetlights flickered dimly as Suo Wei trudged along the cracked sidewalk, his diner uniform clinging to his slender frame from the chill night air. His feet ached inside worn sneakers, each step a reminder of the endless shift he'd just endured—smiling through orders, dodging spills, and wiping down greasy counters until his arms felt like lead.
At twenty-one, he looked even younger under the exhaustion, his pretty face pale and drawn, dark hair tousled from the wind. He'd called Jun twice on his break, voice hopeful at first, then pleading, but the phone rang into silence. No answer. Again. With a sigh that fogged the air, Suo Wei pocketed his phone and started the long walk home, the weight of abandonment settling like a stone in his chest.
The cold seeped through his thin jacket, biting at his skin, but it was nothing compared to the chill in his heart. As he walked alone, memories flooded in unbidden—sweeter times that now felt like cruel jokes. He'd been just eighteen when he met Jun, wide-eyed and full of dreams, working a summer job at a coffee shop near the university he hoped to attend. Jun had swept in like a storm, all confident charm and knowing smiles, his mid thirties presence commanding the room.
“You're too beautiful for this place,” he'd said, leaning over the counter with eyes that promised the world.
Suo Wei had blushed, heart racing, believing every word. Jun's promises flowed like honey: a life together, stability, love that would outlast everything. His sweet smiles lit up Suo Wei's days, making him feel seen, desired.
His parents had been furious, of course. The age gap alone was a chasm—seventeen years that screamed imbalance.
“He's using you,” his mother had cried, tears streaming as Suo Wei packed his bags.
“You're throwing away your future for a man who'll drag you down.” But love, blind and fierce, won out. Suo Wei followed Jun without looking back, leaving his family's modest apartment, his siblings' laughter, the safety of their disapproval. He believed in them, in the future Jun painted so vividly.
Three years later, that future lay in ruins. The rundown house came into view as Suo Wei turned the corner, its sagging porch and peeling paint a testament to neglect. Jun had inherited it from his mother, a crumbling relic in a forgotten neighborhood, but it was supposed to be their fresh start. Instead, it had become a prison. Jun's gambling addiction had started small—late nights at bars, excuses about 'one more hand'—but it spiraled. He quit his job, then stopped looking for another, sinking deeper into bottles of cheap whiskey that left him snoring on the couch or vanishing for days without a word. Suo Wei's hard-earned tips from the diner? Jun's quick fingers rifled through his pockets, siphoning cash for bets and debts.
“I'll pay it back, baby,” he'd slur, eyes bloodshot, before stumbling out again.
Suo Wei was tired—bone-deep, soul-weary tired. Still so young, yet he felt decades older, shouldering a marriage that crushed him under its weight. Nights alone in their lumpy bed, wondering if Jun was alive or lost to some underground den. Mornings scrubbing vomit from the floor, hiding bruises on his heart that no one saw. He loved Jun still, or the ghost of who he'd been, but the exhaustion gnawed at him, whispering of escape, of a life reclaimed.
As he approached the front gate, creaking on rusty hinges, something caught his eye. A black sleek car sat parked neatly in the driveway, its polished surface gleaming under the moonlight like an intruder in their decay. Not Jun's beat-up truck, long since repossessed. This was expensive, out of place, whispering of secrets Suo Wei dreaded. His stomach dropped, a cold twist of fear and suspicion knotting inside him.
Suo Wei's hand trembled on the doorknob, the cold metal biting into his palm as he pushed the door open with a creak that echoed in the quiet night. The dim light from inside spilled out, casting long shadows, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him. There, on the threadbare carpet of their cramped living room, knelt Jun—his husband, the man he'd once adored—head bowed low, murmuring slurred pleas under his breath, words tumbling out in a desperate, incoherent jumble.
“Please... just... time... I'll get it... swear…”
Jun's broad shoulders hunched, his once-strong frame looking smaller, broken. In front of him, lounging on their sagging second-hand love seat sofa—the one they'd picked up cheap from a garage sale years ago—sat a stranger. The man exuded power, his impeccable suit tailored to perfection, dark fabric hugging his lean, muscular build like it was woven from money itself. It screamed expense, the kind of luxury Suo Wei could only dream of after five years slinging plates at the diner for pennies. The stranger's legs crossed casually, one polished shoe tapping the floor, a cigarette dangling from his fingers.
“Jun?” Suo Wei's voice cracked, trembling as it filled the room, his heart pounding against his ribs. He stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft thud.
“Jun, what... What's happening? Who is this?”
Jun's head snapped up at the sound of his name, eyes wild and bloodshot meeting Suo Wei's. That's when Suo Wei saw it—the blooming bruises marring Jun's face, purple and swollen around his jaw and cheek, a fresh cut splitting his lip. Blood crusted at the corner of his mouth, and his left eye was nearly swollen shut. Horror surged through Suo Wei like ice water; he opened his mouth to scream, but before the sound could escape, a rough hand shoved him hard from behind.
He hadn't even noticed the burly figure lurking in the shadows by the door—one of the man's enforcers, broad and silent, muscles bulging under a tight black suit. Suo Wei stumbled forward, knees buckling as he crashed down beside Jun, the impact jarring his bones against the hard floor. Pain shot up his legs, but it was nothing compared to the panic clawing at his chest.
“Jun! What's going on?” Suo Wei's voice rose to a hysterical pitch, tears pricking his eyes as he grabbed Jun's arm, shaking him. “Tell me! What happened? Why are you—”
Jun just stared at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, no words coming out. His bruised face twisted in shame, eyes darting away, unable to meet Suo Wei's gaze.
The man on the sofa sighed loudly, the sound heavy and exasperated, cutting through the tension like a knife. He uncrossed his legs, leaning forward slightly, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of the cigarette as he took a slow drag. Dark eyes—cold, calculating—locked onto Suo Wei, appraising him from head to toe. The suit shifted with his movement, revealing a glimpse of a gold watch that probably cost more than their entire rundown house.
“Name's Chi Cheng,” the man said, his voice smooth and low, laced with a dangerous calm. He exhaled a plume of smoke that curled toward the ceiling, filling the stale air with the scent of tobacco. “And your husband's got a debt. Three million yuan, to be exact. Owed to me. I'm here to collect.”
Suo Wei's world tilted, the number hitting him like a punch to the gut. Three million? It was impossible, a fortune that could bury them alive. He turned to Jun, wide-eyed, pleading.
“Is that true? Jun, talk to me!”
Jun finally found his voice, crawling forward on his knees, hands clasped together as he begged.
“Mr. Chi, please... just give me more time. I'll pay it back. I swear, I'll get the money. One more chance—”
Chi Cheng's laugh was short, bitter, as he stubbed out the cigarette in an overflowing ashtray on the rickety coffee table.
“Time? I've given you months, you pathetic little shit. What did you do with it? Hide in holes, run like a coward every time my men came knocking.” He gestured dismissively at Jun, who flinched as if struck. “No more games. Payment now, or consequences.”
Jun whimpered, pressing his forehead to the floor, but Chi Cheng's attention shifted fully to Suo Wei. Those dark eyes raked over him again, lingering on his pretty face, the slender lines of his body still clad in the diner uniform—faded shirt untucked, pants dusted with flour from the shift. A smirk tugged at Chi Cheng's lips, slow and predatory, as he lit another cigarette, the flame flickering in his hand.
“But maybe,” Chi Cheng drawled, puffing out a fresh cloud of smoke that drifted toward Suo Wei, making his eyes water, “we can settle this another way. What about your pretty wife here? He looks like he could be... useful.”
Suo Wei froze, the words sinking in like venom, his blood turning to ice. Jun's head jerked up, a strangled protest on his lips, but the room seemed to close in, the air thick with unspoken threats.
Suo Wei's body went rigid, the words 'your pretty wife' echoing in his skull like a death knell, chilling him to the core as if icy water had been dumped over his head. Useful? Him? The implication twisted in his gut, bile rising in his throat. Beside him, Jun surged forward on his knees, voice breaking in frantic pleas.
“No, please, Mr. Chi—spare us! I'll do anything, just don't—don't touch him. Take me instead, beat me, kill me if you have to, but leave Suo Wei out of this!” Jun's bruised hands clawed at the air, desperation etching deeper lines into his swollen face.
Chi Cheng ignored him completely, his focus sharpening on Suo Wei like a predator sighting prey. He leaned in close, the scent of smoke and expensive cologne invading Suo Wei's space, and gripped his jaw with iron fingers, tilting his head up roughly.
“So pretty,” Chi Cheng murmured, thumb brushing over Suo Wei's lower lip, eyes gleaming with dark hunger. “Like a delicate flower in this shithole.”
Suo Wei jerked his head back in terror, a whimper escaping as he tried to scramble away, but Chi Cheng's smirk only widened, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. In a blur of motion, Chi Cheng rose from the sofa, his hand dipping to the holster at his side. The metallic click of a gun being drawn sliced through the room, and suddenly the barrel pressed cold and unyielding against Jun's temple. Jun froze, body shaking violently, lips moving in a silent prayer, eyes squeezed shut as sweat beaded on his forehead.
“No!” Suo Wei screamed, the sound raw and piercing, his hands flying up as if he could push the nightmare away. His chest heaved, vision blurring with hot tears. Jun trembled like a leaf in a storm, the gun's muzzle digging into his skin, leaving a white imprint.
Chi Cheng crouched down slowly, leveling his gaze with Suo Wei's, not sparing Jun a glance. The gun stayed firm against Jun's head, a deadly promise.
“Listen carefully, pretty one,” Chi Cheng said, voice low and steady, laced with menace. “You give me what I want—your body, your submission—or I pull this trigger right now. His brains splatter across the floor, and you're next. Simple choice.”
The world spun for Suo Wei, lightheadedness washing over him in waves. Scared? Terrified didn't cover it. Despite the lies, the absences, the way Jun had shattered their life piece by piece, Suo Wei still loved him—enough to feel his heart fracture at the thought of that bullet ending it all. He couldn't let Jun die. Not like this.
Hesitation flickered in Suo Wei's eyes, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Chi Cheng's finger tightened on the trigger, the gun cocking with a sharp, ominous snick.
“Jun!” Suo Wei's scream tore from his throat, body lunging forward instinctively. “Stop! I'll do it—whatever you want, just... please, don't!”
Chi Cheng's smirk returned, triumphant and cruel. Without warning, he swung the gun's butt hard against the side of Jun's head. A sickening thud echoed, and Jun groaned, slumping to the floor in a heap, blood trickling from a new gash above his ear. Half-conscious, he mumbled incoherently, eyelids fluttering.
One of Chi Cheng's men—the burly one who'd shoved Suo Wei earlier—stepped forward, grabbing Jun's limp arm and dragging him across the carpet like discarded trash. Jun's heels scraped faintly as he was hauled to the opposite sofa, dumped unceremoniously into the cushions. The man straightened Jun's slouched form, propping him up to watch, then turned on his heel and strode out of the living room, pulling the door shut with a final click. The room fell into heavy silence, broken only by Jun's ragged breathing and Suo Wei's quiet sobs.
Now it was just the three of them: Chi Cheng settling back into his seat like a king on his throne, Suo Wei trembling on the floor, and Jun slumped across from them, mumbling weakly.
“Weiwei... no... stop... don't…”
“Get up,” Chi Cheng commanded, voice brooking no argument as he lit another cigarette, the flame casting shadows on his sharp jaw.
“Strip. Everything off, nice and slow. Show me what I'm getting for that debt.”
Suo Wei's mouth opened in protest, a choked 'Please...' slipping out, but the memory of the gun, the blood on Jun's face, sealed it shut. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he pushed himself to his feet, legs wobbling like a newborn fawn. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of his diner uniform shirt, the fabric stained with grease and flour from the endless shift.
One by one, they popped open, revealing the pale skin beneath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He shrugged the shirt off, letting it pool at his feet, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, shoving them down with a sob. They tangled at his ankles briefly before he kicked them aside, standing there in nothing but a pair of simple white panties that clung to his hips.
Behind him, Jun's mumbles grew more urgent, slurred words of “Suo Wei... no... fight... please…” but they faded into the background, drowned by Suo Wei's pounding heart.
Chi Cheng's eyes devoured him, raking from the tear-streaked face down the slender neck, over the flat planes of his chest with its pert nipples hardening in the cool air, to the dip of his waist, the subtle curve of his hips, and lower—to the faint outline of his cunt visible through the thin fabric. Satisfaction burned in that gaze, hot and possessive.
“Fuck, look at you,” Chi Cheng praised, voice roughening with arousal. “Such a sweet little body— those long legs made for wrapping around a man. Perfect payment.” He crooked one finger, beckoning. “Come here.”
Suo Wei's steps were hesitant, barefoot padding across the worn carpet, each one feeling like a march to the gallows. When he was close enough, Chi Cheng's hand shot out, fingers digging into his waist and yanking him forward. Suo Wei stumbled, nearly toppling onto the man's lap, but he caught himself by gripping Chi Cheng's broad shoulders, the suit fabric smooth under his palms. Their knees brushed, then pressed together, heat radiating from Chi Cheng's body.
Chi Cheng leaned in without preamble, mouth latching onto Suo Wei's abdomen. His tongue dragged hot and wet across the quivering soft skin, tracing the line of muscle there, before teeth grazed sharply, nipping at the sensitive flesh just above the panty line. Suo Wei gasped, body arching involuntarily, a mix of fear and unwanted sparks shooting through him. Chi Cheng groaned low in his throat, the vibration humming against Suo Wei's stomach as he sucked a mark into the skin, bruising it possessively.
Then, with a firm grip on Suo Wei's hips, Chi Cheng pulled harder, hauling him fully onto his lap. Suo Wei straddled him awkwardly at first, thighs splayed over Chi Cheng's, but the man wasn't satisfied. Strong hands manhandled him, sliding down to squeeze his ass cheeks and position him just right—pressing Suo Wei directly against the growing bulge straining in Chi Cheng's pants. The hard length throbbed through the fabric, thick and insistent, grinding up against the thin barrier of Suo Wei's panties. Suo Wei's breath hitched, face flushing as he felt it twitch, the heat seeping into him, his own body betraying him with a shameful stir.
Jun's weak protests continued from the sofa, a distant “Stop... mine…” but Chi Cheng only chuckled darkly, one hand sliding up Suo Wei's back to tangle in his hair, holding him in place as his mouth continued its assault on exposed skin.
His other arm snaked around Suo Wei's thin waist, pulling him flush against his chest as his mouth latched onto the side of Suo Wei's neck. He sucked hard, tongue flicking over the pulse point, then dragged wet kisses down to the collarbone, nipping the skin there before moving to his chest. Teeth grazed a nipple, then his lips closed around it, sucking firmly while his free hand, still tangled in Suo Wei's hair, released its grip and slid downward. Fingers dipped under the waistband of the panties, tracing the slick slit of Suo Wei's pussy, parting the folds to feel the growing wetness.
A moan slipped from Suo Wei's lips, involuntary and soft, and he bit down on his lower lip in embarrassment, cheeks burning. His fingers dug into Chi Cheng's shoulders, nails pressing through the suit jacket as his body trembled.
Chi Cheng lifted his head slightly, breath hot against Suo Wei's ear.
“Can't believe you chose to fuck cheap prostitutes when you have this gorgeous pussy waiting at home,” he said, voice dripping with mockery as his fingers circled the entrance, teasing without pushing in.
Suo Wei whimpered, the words hitting like a slap. He'd suspected it—Jun's late nights, the unexplained absences, the way he'd come home reeking of cheap perfume. And now, here he was, about to get fucked by this stranger while his husband watched. A tear escaped, trailing down his cheek as he fought back a sob, chest heaving.
Chi Cheng smashed their lips together then, demanding entry. Suo Wei clamped his mouth shut, turning his head, but Chi Cheng growled low and pinched his clit sharply between thumb and forefinger. The sharp pain made Suo Wei gasp, mouth opening, and Chi Cheng's tongue plunged inside, thrusting deep and claiming every inch. The kiss turned wet and messy, saliva mixing as Chi Cheng's tongue fucked Suo Wei's mouth, dominating the rhythm while Suo Wei struggled to breathe, hands pushing weakly at his chest.
When Chi Cheng finally pulled back, a string of spit connected their lips for a moment before breaking. He turned his head toward Jun, eyes gleaming.
“Watch this, you pathetic little shit. I'm gonna fuck your wife right here in front of you—stretch that tight pussy until he screams my name."
Jun whimpered from the sofa, his head lolling slightly, still dazed from the blow, blood matting his hair. “No... please…” he slurred, but his voice held no strength.
Terror surged through Suo Wei. He scrambled off Chi Cheng's lap, twisting away, heart pounding as he tried to crawl toward the door. But Chi Cheng's hand shot out, grabbing his ankle and yanking him back. Suo Wei hit the floor hard, the carpet rough against his bare skin, and before he could roll away, Chi Cheng was on top of him, knees pinning his thighs down.
Suo Wei thrashed, fists pounding at Chi Cheng's chest, legs kicking wildly.
“Get off me! Stop!” But Chi Cheng just smirked, catching one flailing wrist and slamming it above Suo Wei's head, his weight pressing down, making every struggle futile. He seemed to enjoy it, the way Suo Wei's body writhed beneath him, hips bucking in vain.
With a rough tug, Chi Cheng gripped the panties and tore them apart, the fabric ripping with a sharp sound. Now Suo Wei lay fully naked, exposed and vulnerable, his pussy glistening from the earlier touches. Chi Cheng forced his legs apart, hands clamping on the slender thighs, spreading them wide as he lowered his head between them.
His mouth descended without mercy, tongue flattening against Suo Wei's pussy and licking a long stripe up the slit. Suo Wei's back arched off the floor, a shocked cry escaping as pleasure jolted through him—something Jun had never done in their three years together. No oral, no exploration, just quick, selfish fucks that left Suo Wei unsatisfied. This was new, overwhelming, his hips bucking involuntarily into Chi Cheng's face.
He slapped a palm over his mouth, stifling the moans bubbling up, tears streaming as shame and fear warred inside him. Chi Cheng raised his head, lips shiny with Suo Wei's arousal, and groaned in satisfaction.
“Can't believe you've been hiding this sweet pussy from the world, Jun. If I'd known earlier, maybe you wouldn't be such a battered mess right now.” Then he dove back in, tongue thrusting inside the hole, curling to hit spots deep within that Jun had never reached.
Suo Wei bit his lip bloody, but the pressure built relentlessly, Chi Cheng's mouth sucking on his clit, fingers digging into thighs to hold him open.
“Please... let go... stop…” Suo Wei begged, voice breaking, body trembling on the edge. But Chi Cheng didn't relent, humming against the sensitive flesh until Suo Wei shattered. His pussy clenched, and he squirted hard, fluids gushing onto Chi Cheng's tongue in waves. His body convulsed, thighs quaking as Chi Cheng lapped it all up, swallowing greedily with deep groans, not wasting a drop.
Jun groaned from the sofa, a helpless sound of anguish, his bruised face twisted in pain as he watched his wife come undone.
Suo Wei's body went limp afterward, spent and shaking, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. Chi Cheng knelt between his spread thighs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before his fingers moved to his belt. The buckle clinked open, then the button and zipper, and he reached inside, pulling out his cock—thick, veined, and far bigger than Jun's modest length. It stood hard and leaking, the head flushed dark.
“No... please,” Suo Wei pleaded weakly, eyes wide with fear as he stared at it. It looked too big, like it would split him open. “It won't fit…”
Chi Cheng ignored him, looming over Suo Wei's prone form on the floor. He gripped Suo Wei's thighs again, forcing them wider, knees bent and pressed back toward his chest. Jun squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head away, but Chi Cheng snapped,
“Open your eyes, or I'll put a bullet in your skull right now.”
Jun's eyes flew open, terror flooding his gaze, tears mixing with the blood on his face.
Chi Cheng smirked, aligning the fat head of his cock at Suo Wei's entrance, rubbing it through the slick folds.
“Now watch how I fuck your wife,” he said to Jun, voice laced with resentment, before pushing forward. The breach was slow at first, the thick cock stretching Suo Wei's pussy walls inch by inch. Suo Wei whimpered, pain flaring as it felt like his first time all over again—the burn, the fullness overwhelming.
Chi Cheng's mouth found Suo Wei's neck, sucking a fresh mark as he bottomed out, balls slapping against Suo Wei's ass. He held there for a moment, grinding deep, then pulled back halfway and slammed in again, starting a brutal rhythm. Suo Wei closed his eyes tight, unable to watch Jun's face, his legs twitching in futile attempts to kick, but Chi Cheng's weight pinned him utterly. Each thrust dragged that massive cock along his inner walls, hitting deep, the friction building unwanted heat.
“Fuck, so tight,” Chi Cheng whispered nasty into Suo Wei's ear between thrusts, breath hot. “Your pussy's gripping me like it never wants me to stop. Bet Jun's little dick never filled you like this—gonna ruin you for him, make you crave getting fucked raw every night.” His hips snapped forward harder, the wet sounds of skin slapping filling the room, Suo Wei's whimpers turning to choked gasps as pain mingled with the forced pleasure.
Suo Wei sobbed brokenly, his body rocking with each punishing thrust, the rough carpet scraping his back as Chi Cheng fucked him raw relentlessly on the filthy floor. He felt soiled, reduced to nothing more than a cheap whore spread out for a stranger's cock, his pussy stretched wide around the invading thickness. But then Chi Cheng's hips angled just right, the fat head of his dick slamming into that deep, sensitive spot inside, and a high-pitched moan tore from Suo Wei's throat, unbidden and shameful.
Chi Cheng laughed, low and triumphant, his breath hot against Suo Wei's skin.
“There it is—feels good, doesn't it, pretty thing?” He pressed a mocking kiss to Suo Wei's temple, then rammed his cock straight into that spot again, grinding deep to make Suo Wei's walls flutter wildly.
Suo Wei's eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners as pleasure spiked through the pain and humiliation. His hands, once pushing weakly, now clutched at Chi Cheng's suit jacket, fingers twisting the fabric in a desperate grip. His mouth hung slack, soft whimpers escaping as his body betrayed him, hips twitching up to meet the brutal pace.
Chi Cheng smirked down at him, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes while Jun sobbed pathetically from the sofa, his bruised face crumpled in defeat, watching his wife unravel under another man's relentless pounding.
The living room echoed with the chaos—Jun's choked cries of despair, Suo Wei's escalating moans pitching higher with every drag of that massive cock along his inner walls, and Chi Cheng's guttural groans as he chased his release, sweat beading on his brow.
Chi Cheng's hand slid up, fingers wrapping around Suo Wei's slender neck in a firm grip, not choking but possessive, tilting his head back to force eye contact.
“Tell me, does my cock fuck you better than that worthless husband's ever could?” he demanded, voice rough with lust.
Suo Wei nodded frantically, the words tumbling out in a mumble.
“Yes... yes…” His pussy clenched hard around the invading shaft, sucking it deeper because it was true—Jun had never fucked him like this, never hit these spots, never made his body sing with unwanted ecstasy. In three years of marriage, Jun hadn't once brought him to orgasm, their sex always hurried and selfish, leaving Suo Wei aching and empty. But now, this stranger had already made him squirt, shattering him, and the thought twisted shame deeper into his gut even as his walls pulsed greedily.
Another clench ripped through him, and Suo Wei broke, begging in a wrecked whisper. “Please... make me cum... I need it…”
Chi Cheng threw his head back and laughed, turning his gaze to Jun with cruel mockery.
“'Hear that? Your wife is begging me to make him cum—something you never managed, you pathetic shit.” He thrust harder, the slap of skin on skin growing frantic as he felt his own balls tighten.
Suo Wei sensed it too, the way Chi Cheng's cock throbbed inside him, swelling thicker. He clenched again, instinctively trying to milk every drop, his body craving the flood even as his mind screamed in horror. Seconds later, it hit—his pussy spasming violently as he came for the second time, squirting in forceful jets around Chi Cheng's pistoning cock, soaking their joined bodies and the carpet below.
Chi Cheng groaned deep, burying himself to the hilt as he erupted, hot cum flooding Suo Wei's depths in thick ropes. He kept fucking through it, churning the mess inside, so much seed pumping out that it forced its way around his shaft, dribbling obscenely from Suo Wei's stuffed pussy. Suo Wei felt impossibly full, his lower belly swelling slightly from the sheer volume, a warm pressure that made him gasp and shudder in aftershocks.
Chi Cheng stayed buried for a long moment, grinding lazily to push it deeper, before finally pulling out with a wet pop. Cum gushed from Suo Wei's gaping hole immediately, trickling down his ass crack to pool on the carpet in a lewd puddle. Chi Cheng smirked at the sight, knowing Jun could see every filthy detail from his spot on the sofa—the way Suo Wei's pussy twitched, leaking his load like a claimed territory.
He glanced at Jun then, unsurprised to spot the telltale bulge straining against the man's pants, a twisted mix of arousal and agony on his tear-streaked face. Pathetic, Chi Cheng thought, shaking his head in disgust.
Suo Wei lay there semi-conscious, body limp and spent, eyelids fluttering as exhaustion claimed him. Chi Cheng shrugged off his suit jacket, draping it over the trembling form to cover the evidence of their rut, then scooped Suo Wei up bridal-style, cradling him close against his chest. After one taste of this beauty, he wasn't letting go—no one deserved to possess something so exquisite except him.
Jun's sobs grew louder from the couch, a broken wail of loss, but Chi Cheng paused at the doorway, looking back with cold finality.
“Your debt's paid in full,” he said flatly, then turned and carried Suo Wei out of the house, the door slamming shut behind them like the end of an era.