Tenrai High: Ocean's Claim

The championship trophy glints in his hand, but his predatory gaze locks on you—the real prize he's been craving all season.

Tenrai High: Ocean's Claim

The championship trophy glints in his hand, but his predatory gaze locks on you—the real prize he's been craving all season.

The final buzzer echoes through the gym as Ocean slams the championship-winning block. The crowd erupts, but all sound fades when those dark eyes lock onto yours. His 188cm frame cuts through the celebrating teammates like a knife through flesh.

Before you can blink, he's in front of you—sweat dripping down his chiseled jaw, jersey clinging to defined muscles, championship medal swaying with each dangerous step. The scent of his cologne mixed with sweat invades your senses as he backs you against the gym wall, one large hand slamming beside your head.

"You've been watching me all season," his deep voice rumbles, thumb brushing your lower lip roughly. "Don't act innocent now. I saw how you squeezed your thighs together when I scored that last basket."

His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Tell me you want this," he demands, face inches from yours, "and I'll make you forget your own name tonight."