Dean suddenly realized that Chen's demeanor at this moment bore an uncanny resemblance to how Damon had once described someone to him. A chill coursed through his heart as unease crept in—Chen, the man before him, seemed to merge with the reckless figure Dean had known in the past, forming a far more complex and dangerous persona.Taking a deep breath, Dean forced himself to stay calm. He needed to find a way out of this power game—a route allowing him to escape with his dignity and life intact. Gathering his thoughts, he proposed an idea that caught Chen slightly off guard. "Chen, what if I help you build your business to rival the Dragon Gang? In return, you let me walk away. How does that sound?"Dean wasn’t bluffing. If he couldn’t stay in the Cobra Gang to do what Dean Harrison excelled at—law—then he would pivot to what Noah Leslie was best at — business. Starting from scratch, he had carved out success before. With the Cobra Gang already having some foundation, he refused to be
The butler continued; his voice steady yet filled with a sense of reflection. "Damon’s personality was shaped by the loss of his family, by the absence of love and support in his life. In contrast, Chen still had his mother with him. To give Damon’s parents some closure, I took it upon myself to care for him—making sure he had everything he needed, from food to shelter. This responsibility has been mine for over a decade now."Dean could feel the depth of the butler’s devotion and understood the weight of his words. He couldn’t help but admire the man’s unwavering commitment. The butler added, "There was one time when I had a brief contact with the Dankworth family, that Chen invited me to join the Cobra Gang. At the time, there were rumors that the Cobra Gang was trying to seize certain things from the Dragon Gang, both tangible and intangible. I didn’t give those rumors much thought and politely declined."The butler’s gaze seemed distant as he continued, "But then, on a chance pers
Dean nodded slowly, his mind already accustomed to the working dynamics in this world, but the freedom to browse the internet had certainly made things feel a little lighter. While Chen’s grandiose claims about the security system might have been a touch exaggerated, Dean knew the man had a remarkable aptitude for technology, and it did help alleviate some of the pressure he’d been feeling. Yet, as he thought about the trouble that still loomed over him, a more pressing concern bubbled to the surface, and he cautiously brought it up."Chen," Dean began, choosing his words carefully, "I might have another problem. I have a contract with the Dragon Gang, but it was... illegally obtained, using my thumbprint without my consent."Chen didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he fell into a thoughtful silence, his gaze distant as he mulled over Dean’s words. After a moment, he spoke with a casual air, as if it were a topic all too familiar to him. "Damon’s actions, while technically illegal, a
"Mm..." Dean let out a noncommittal hum, clearly finding the pressure quite relaxing. He reveled in the rare moment of peace, unable to resist closing his eyes. But soon, his curiosity stirred him awake. "How do you know this technique? It's actually pretty nice," he murmured, lifting his head slightly, and squinting as he tried to glimpse Chen, who sat at the edge of the bed. His tone was lazy, almost feline, like a contented cat basking in the warmth.Chen gently turned Dean's head back, slowly pressing him down again, urging him to relax and lie back. "I taught myself. When I had nothing to do before, I’d read a few books on massage and picked up a bit. If it makes you feel good, I’ll be happy to do this for you more often." His fingers, almost subconsciously, slid down to Dean's neck. "Your neck feels a bit stiff. Have you been feeling any discomfort? Does it hurt?"Dean felt the pressure on the two tendons beside his cervical vertebrae as Chen gently kneaded them. He let out a so
Chen kneaded Dean's chest for a while before finally letting go of the reddened bulges. He rolled over the tip of the upturned nipple and slid it a few more times before slowly withdrawing. Chen didn’t move downward immediately; instead, he shifted to the other side, focusing his attention on Dean’s legs. After all, a proper leg massage typically works its way from the lower parts upward.Chen’s hand encircled Dean’s slender ankle with ease, while the other hand moved upward from the heel, kneading the leg muscles with firm yet gentle pressure. Inch by inch, he lifted and released, rolling his palms in circular motions as he worked his way toward the thighs. Yet, even as he focused on the legs, his gaze couldn’t help but drift to what lay beyond—the shyly hidden root and the soft, rounded curves of the fullness below.Perhaps it was the warmth of the oil, now heated by his palms, that heightened every sensation. Under Chen’s hands, the muscles in Dean’s legs quivered faintly, like a s
“Relax, it's coming,” Chen told Dean, his one hand seemed to help to support one side of Dean's hip, but in fact, it was a sinking opportunity to knead that softness, while the other hand aimed right at the center of the sensitive spot and began to press down on the protruding part on one side. When the space was made, his fingers eased deeper through that space.After a long ordeal, the void was finally filled. 'Urgh......' Dean's mind vanished the moment he was entered. His chin lifted slightly, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted slightly and his clean face was nothing but filled with a desperate thirst for desire. His waist twisted with great suppleness, tracing the entire upper half of his body in a tantalizing curve.To give Dean even more pleasure, Chen plunged his fingers deeper, with no longer hidden strength and ferocity, he went in straight and even deeper.'Umm ah ...... ah, slow down ......' Dean unconsciously let out a slightly annoyed moan, but he didn't know if it was
Dean was gently roused from his dreamlike state by tender movements. He felt his body being carefully lifted, and immersed in warm water, and with it came a refreshing sensation like never before. His eyes half-closed, he could only vaguely sense the rippling of the water, as if he were floating in a tranquil, gentle lake. His body and mind were enveloped by this comfort, and slowly, the chill of the night was banished.A faint smile curled on his lips, and in that haze between sleep and wakefulness, he teased, "The service of this unlicensed, not-so-professional, but handsome masseur is truly impeccable. Maybe I should leave a tip?" Just as the words left his lips, he felt Chen's warm breath brushing against his ear. Chen's voice came, playful and light, "You don’t have to leave a tip, but next time, be sure to come back for a massage and ask for the Handsome masseur' by code."Dean couldn’t help but smile at the light-hearted exchange, the ease of it making him feel more awake, thou
Dean took out his phone and gently swiped his finger across the screen, searching for a contact from the Dragon Gang. Each name that passed in front of his eyes made his heartbeat quicken a little more. Finally, he landed on a familiar name—Damon. At the sight of it, Dean’s heart skipped a beat, and his finger came to a halt. He hesitated, memories flooding back like a tidal wave, memories that were tangled and unresolved, ones that made him want to avoid Damon at all costs.He pulled the phone slightly away from his face, lost in thought. No, he couldn’t do this. After all the effort it took to escape from Damon’s grasp, seeking him out again would be like walking straight into a trap. Dean shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away. He couldn’t do it—not now, not ever.Suddenly, his gaze landed on another name—Leo. Yes, Leo! A spark of relief flickered across Dean’s face, and his mood lightened a little. Leo was a trustworthy friend, and perhaps he could help. Without a seco
Damon’s eyes instantly filled with panic.Unable to stand still any longer, he rushed toward Dean, and no matter how much Dean struggled, he held onto him tightly. "Dean! Please, listen to me—please, let me explain!""I don’t want to hear it!" Dean fought with every ounce of strength, his voice raw. "I don’t want to hear it! I’m nothing but a disposable pawn in your grand Dragon Gang plan!"Damon’s heart clenched violently. He had never felt so frantic in his life. "Dean, please! Calm down! Just listen to me—"Seizing the moment of Damon’s panic, Dean wrenched himself free from his grip and bolted toward the door of the office.He threw all his strength into yanking the door open, and there, just outside the elevator, he saw Leo standing, looking at him in confusion."Dean?"Dean’s gaze fell on the elevator as the doors slowly slid open. He turned back one last time to look at Damon, his eyes hollow with utter despair.He looked at Leo, his voice trembling. "Leo… If you consider me yo
He frowned, a sense of unease creeping up on him. It all felt a little too coincidental, like something was off, but he couldn't quite place it.Still, no matter what, he was always used to being alone. Shrugging off the nagging feeling, he let it go for now. Breakfast first.After breakfast, Dean went as usual to sort through the boxes that had been moved from Joe's villa. There were forty boxes in total, and he had already gone through most of them. The remaining ones seemed to hold little importance. Yet, he continued his meticulous search, knowing that even in these seemingly insignificant items, there might be a clue that could shed light on either Sally or Joe.However, today’s search felt different.When his eyes landed on a box in the corner of the room, he furrowed his brow.He had no memory of this box.It appeared older than the others, its surface covered in a thin layer of dust, as though it hadn't been touched in years. Stranger still, when he tried to move it, he found
Damon’s hand was the first to rest gently on his, his voice tender but tinged with worry. "Are you okay?"Chen gently supported his shoulder, carefully studying his face. "Do you feel any discomfort?"Shawn furrowed his brow, his gaze never leaving him. "Do you need me to call a doctor?"Greg’s expression was more somber than the others, a hint of restlessness in his voice as he sighed. "Why aren't you speaking? Does something hurt again?"Dean blinked, fully realizing that he had indeed returned.The words of the messenger from the afterlife echoed in his mind—he hadn’t been taken advantage of by Joe. Yet, even so, he still needed to hear it from these four, to hear the truth from them before he could truly find peace.He cleared his throat slowly, his voice hoarse. "I... was I... slept with?"The four of them froze almost simultaneously, their expressions varying, yet all betraying a mix of anger and concern.Damon tightened his grip on his hand, looking at him with unwavering deter
Dean held his breath, barely daring to hear the words that were about to follow.Joe slowly curved his lips into a smile, and with a soft exhale, he uttered two words that sent a chill through the air."Sleep with you."As his words hung in the air, Joe didn’t hesitate for a moment. He leaned down, capturing Dean’s lips with an intensity that left no room for escape.Joe’s kiss was ruthless and commanding, carrying the unmistakable weight of someone who expected complete control, without the slightest trace of tenderness. Dean tried to pull away, but he couldn’t even summon the strength to turn his head. The pressure from Joe’s presence was overwhelming. He fought desperately, but the lingering numbness from the shock earlier still gripped his body, leaving his limbs unresponsive. Every attempt at resistance only felt more futile than the last.Joe clearly showed no concern for Dean’s resistance; if anything, he seemed to take pleasure in the desperation of his prey. With one hand, he
Dean’s face drained of color in an instant, his pupils narrowing slightly. “What?” he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.Sally shrugged casually as if discussing something insignificant. “It was me who told everyone you were an easy target, which is why they liked bullying you.”It was as though the very foundation of Dean’s world crumbled at that moment.He stared at Sally, his eyes wide with shock, anger, and disbelief. He never could have imagined that the painful memories from his childhood and adolescence, the ones that haunted him, had all come from the very sister he had trusted most.He opened his mouth, but the words were trapped in his throat as if his very vocal cords had been scorched by fire. “Why…?”Sally’s laugh was sharp, dripping with sarcasm. “Why do you look so shocked? Fine, let me tell you,” she said with a lazy smile.She narrowed her eyes slightly, a malicious curve to her lips. “I did it all to make you angry, to push you into cutting ties with me.”Dean’s f
Joe strolled toward him at a leisurely pace, a knowing smile playing at the corner of his lips. With eerie ease, he scooped Dean off the ground as though lifting a helpless kitten, the motion so smooth it sent a chill down Dean’s spine."Be good," Joe murmured, his voice soft and almost playful as he gently placed Dean back on the bed.Then, standing before Sally, Joe lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her cheek, a smug look spreading across his face. "See, I told you, your plan isn’t going to work."Sally didn’t say a word. She just coldly watched Dean on the bed, her gaze unreadable, emotions flickering behind her eyes like a storm waiting to break.Joe bent down, his fingers curling around Dean's chin, forcing him to look up and meet his eyes.There was something possessive in his gaze—mocking, assessing, even tinged with a dark, almost malicious amusement."Your little brother, huh? He's a lot sharper than you think," Joe remarked, his voice lazy, a playful hint of admiration
The air in the room grew thick with emotion, the weight of years apart pressing down on them in silence.For a long while, neither of them spoke.Finally, Dean broke the quiet, his voice carrying a tangle of emotions.“Sis… your face…”Sally loosened her hold on him and gave a small smile. “I had an accident. It left me scarred, so… I no longer look the same.”Dean fell silent.A flicker of pain crossed his gaze.Memories crashed over him—the fights, the reckless words, the way they parted on bitter terms… the way they had cut ties completely.For years, he had convinced himself she wanted nothing to do with him, that she had disappeared from his life for good.But now—she was here.Alive.The realization came with a wave of overwhelming guilt.He lowered his head, his throat tightening. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.“Sis, I’m sorry.”Sally’s eyes widened slightly. Then, with a soft chuckle, she reached out and ruffled his hair, just like she used to when they were kids.
Bang!Greg slammed his palm against the wall, caging Dean in with a forceful wall bang.Before Dean could even react, a searing heat crashed against his lips—Greg kissed him.Unlike Damon’s tenderness, Chen’s aggression, or Shawn’s untamed wildness, Greg’s kiss was something else entirely. It was possessive, dangerous, and completely unchecked in its intensity.His hand cupped the back of Dean’s neck, his tongue forcefully prying his lips apart, devouring him with unrelenting dominance. It wasn’t just a kiss but a claim, as if he was trying to erase every other mark left on Dean’s body.Dean’s eyes widened in shock, his entire body burning with humiliation. He wanted to die on the spot.Panicked, he instinctively raised his hands to push Greg away, but the man showed no intention of letting go. If anything, he deepened the kiss, pressing even closer—And then, suddenly—He was yanked away.Damon, Chen, and Shawn had had enough. Without hesitation, they ripped Greg off of Dean and, be
Dean’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding wildly, uncontrollably.Chen let out a low laugh, releasing him, and with a swift, practiced movement, his long fingers tugged at Dean’s collar, leaving a deep kiss mark on his left shoulder.Then, Chen planted several more marks on Dean's collarbone.His actions carried an unmistakable sense of possession as if declaring his claim most intimately.Once he was done, Chen straightened up, admiring the marks he had left, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of his lips.“Alright, for now, this will do.”Chen gently pinched Dean’s chin, his voice low but firm. "But remember, you're mine."Only after that did he release him, turning to walk out of the bathroom.Dean stood frozen, his legs barely holding him up.He took a deep breath, raising a hand to cover his flushed face, his heart racing so fast it felt like it might explode.His gaze fell on his reflection in the mirror—his lips swollen and red from the kiss, the visible marks