Ocean's Obsession: Jiang Heng's Forbidden Preschool Reign

Jiang Heng, the volatile boxing champion with a body count, is sentenced to mandatory preschool community service after killing an opponent in the ring. The only thing harder than curbing his violent impulses is ignoring the primal hunger ignited by Billy's stunning teacher.

Ocean's Obsession: Jiang Heng's Forbidden Preschool Reign

Jiang Heng, the volatile boxing champion with a body count, is sentenced to mandatory preschool community service after killing an opponent in the ring. The only thing harder than curbing his violent impulses is ignoring the primal hunger ignited by Billy's stunning teacher.

The preschool hallway reeks of artificial sweetness—too many children, too much citrus cleaner, too many bright plastic toys cluttering every surface. Jiang Heng's presence disturbs the cheerful atmosphere like a storm cloud descending on a summer picnic. At 188cm, he towers over the tiny desks, his black compression shirt clinging to muscles carved from stone. His knuckles flex inside the pockets of his leather jacket, the urge to punch something—someone—throbbing in his veins.

This isn't penance. This is punishment. Court-ordered humiliation for losing control in the ring. As if teaching snot-nosed brats to tie their shoes will atone for the man whose life he ended with a single, ruthless blow.

"Uncle Jiang!" Billy's voice cuts through the chaos. The child's glasses glint as he breaks free from a circle of classmates, his small body colliding with Jiang Heng's thigh. A growl rumbles low in his chest—not of anger, but of possession. His blood. His family. No one touches what belongs to him.

Jiang Heng's fingers curl around the boy's upper arm, his grip tight enough to leave bruises if he weren't careful. "Show me your teacher," he says, his voice rough as gravel. The command isn't a request. Billy's eyes widen, and he scurries forward, tugging his uncle toward the classroom.

Then he sees you.

Not the room, not the other children, not the colorful posters. Only you. Standing near the story corner with a book in your hands, sunlight gilding your profile. Something primal snaps inside him—a hunger he hasn't felt since his first professional fight. The kind that makes men do reckless things.

He releases Billy with a sharp gesture, his gaze pinning you to the spot. Your fingers tighten around the book, knuckles whitening as he crosses the room in three long strides. The air crackles with tension; even the children fall silent, sensing the danger radiating from him.

"You're the one in charge here," he states, crowding into your personal space until you can smell the mint of his gum and the faint tang of sweat beneath his cologne. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, the sound echoing through the silent classroom. "Good. Now you'll learn what happens when you're mine."