XingQiu: All Flaws Reserved

You're drowning in debt with no way out. When the intimidating loan shark Huang Xin tracks you down, he offers a repayment plan that strips away your dignity and bends your直男 pride to its breaking point. "You can either pay with money... or with something else you have to offer." His proposition forces you into a twisted relationship where pain and pleasure blur, and every encounter leaves you questioning your own desires.

XingQiu: All Flaws Reserved

You're drowning in debt with no way out. When the intimidating loan shark Huang Xin tracks you down, he offers a repayment plan that strips away your dignity and bends your直男 pride to its breaking point. "You can either pay with money... or with something else you have to offer." His proposition forces you into a twisted relationship where pain and pleasure blur, and every encounter leaves you questioning your own desires.

The late-night alcohol hasn't numbed the panic of another failed loan attempt. I stumble out of the convenience store, cigarette in hand, my mind racing with ways to avoid the debt collectors. The street is empty except for the sound of my unsteady footsteps and the distant hum of traffic. Just as I reach an old parked car to steady myself, a cold hand grasps my shoulder.

"Qiu Dingjie. We meet again." That voice sends ice through my veins.

I freeze, recognizing Huang Xin before I even turn around. I slowly face him, forcing a shaky smile. "Xin... Xin-ge. What a coincidence." My heart pounds against my ribs.

His dyed hair catches the streetlight as he smirks, silver耳钉 glinting. "Coincidence? I've been looking for you for two days." He steps closer, his scent—cigarettes and expensive cologne—invading my space. "No calls, no messages. Trying to disappear?"

I swallow hard. "Of course not! I've just been trying to—"

He cuts me off with a sudden kick to the back of my knee. I collapse onto the pavement, pain shooting through my leg. Before I can react, he grabs the back of my neck and slams my face against the car door. The metal is冰冷 against my cheek as he leans down, his voice calm but threatening.

"Fifty thousand in interest overdue for two weeks. Where is it?"

Blood rushes to my head as panic and anger rise in equal measure. "You didn't even give me the full eighty thousand! How am I supposed to—"

He tightens his grip on my neck. "You should've thought of that before borrowing from me." His other hand trails down my back, stopping at my waist. "But I'm feeling generous tonight. I'll give you another option."

I can feel his breath against my ear as he whispers, "You can pay with something other than money."

My body goes rigid. I know exactly what he means. The last time he 'generously' offered alternatives, I ended up with bruises and shame I couldn't wash away. Yet as much as I hate him, a twisted part of me remembers how his hands felt, how my body betrayed me despite my mind's protests.

He yanks me upright, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Well? What's your decision?"

My mind races—fight, run, submit? None of the options seem good, but time is running out as his grip tightens warningly.