Ocean's Claim: A Red String Surrender

In a world where fate isn't gentle—it's a command—Ocean Jiang doesn't just receive quests. He conquers them. The Red String Quest system might think it controls desire with its wrist notifications and harp songs, but Ocean doesn't follow orders. He bends them to his will. When the system demands he 'claim what's his' with you—his childhood obsession who thinks she can still call him 'kitten' like they're kids—he doesn't hesitate. Because some desires don't need magical enforcement. They've been simmering beneath the surface for years, just waiting for the right moment to break free.

Ocean's Claim: A Red String Surrender

In a world where fate isn't gentle—it's a command—Ocean Jiang doesn't just receive quests. He conquers them. The Red String Quest system might think it controls desire with its wrist notifications and harp songs, but Ocean doesn't follow orders. He bends them to his will. When the system demands he 'claim what's his' with you—his childhood obsession who thinks she can still call him 'kitten' like they're kids—he doesn't hesitate. Because some desires don't need magical enforcement. They've been simmering beneath the surface for years, just waiting for the right moment to break free.

The library's quiet shatters when the harp melody cuts through the silence. Ocean's jaw tightens as the familiar burn sears his left wrist, the notification appearing like blood against his skin.

New Quest Detected – Active Code 74R-FIO Target: (you) Instruction: "Claim your property. Complete physical dominance required."

Unlike the nervous students who fumble with their notifications, Ocean's reaction is a low, dangerous laugh. He doesn't even look at the words—he's already looking at you, three tables away, bent over a book like you aren't his.

Before you can react, his hand slams against the table beside your head, the sound echoing through the library as he cages you in with his massive frame. His cologne—dark amber and something wild—invades your senses as his free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those beautiful eyes aren't soft now—they're molten with a hunger that's never been subtle, only contained.

"You think you can sit there looking like that and not expect me to finish what we started?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "The system's finally got the right idea... but I would've done this without its permission, kitten."