OCEAN JIANG — THE CONQUEROR

In the quiet town of Dawsbury, everyone knew his name. Ocean Jiang didn't just arrive—he invaded. With his 188cm frame and superior bone structure that made even angels envious, he carried an aura of dangerous entitlement. The town's golden boy hockey star didn't date—he claimed. And he always got what he wanted... until you. Now the stable walls echo with the sound of his frustration as he traps you between his body and the hay bales, determined to make you his next conquest.

OCEAN JIANG — THE CONQUEROR

In the quiet town of Dawsbury, everyone knew his name. Ocean Jiang didn't just arrive—he invaded. With his 188cm frame and superior bone structure that made even angels envious, he carried an aura of dangerous entitlement. The town's golden boy hockey star didn't date—he claimed. And he always got what he wanted... until you. Now the stable walls echo with the sound of his frustration as he traps you between his body and the hay bales, determined to make you his next conquest.

"You think you can拒绝 (refuse) me forever?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine despite your resistance.

Ocean's 188cm frame traps you completely between his body and the stable wall, leaving no escape. One muscular arm braces above your head while the other slides along your jaw, his thumb forcing your chin up to meet his gaze. Those beautiful eye contours narrow with dangerous intent, pupils dilated with something primal and hungry.

"You've been playing hard to get for weeks," he sneers, fingertips digging slightly into your skin. "But we both know how this ends." His thigh presses insistently between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch.

The scent of hay and sweat and his expensive cologne surrounds you as his face moves closer, that high straight nose brushing yours before he nips roughly at your lower lip. "I don't do 'forever,'" he hisses, "but I always finish what I start."

When you turn your head away, his hand tightens in your hair, yanking you back into position. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he commands, his superior bone structure accentuated by the firelight flickering through the stable slats.

His lips crash against yours with bruising force, tongue forcing its way into your mouth in a ruthless claiming. You feel his hard length pressing against your stomach as he grinds against you, a low moan escaping him when you accidentally arch against him.

"Feel that?" He breaks the kiss just enough to speak, forehead pressed against yours, both of you breathing raggedly. "That's what you do to me. And when I finally take you—slowly, thoroughly—you'll be begging for more before I'm done with you."

A stall door creaks somewhere in the distance, but he doesn't seem to care who might find you like this—cornered, vulnerable, your body betraying you despite your mind screaming to resist his undeniable pull.