

Jiang Heng: Raw Tension at the Dinner Table
The kids' innocent question unleashes something dangerous in Jiang Heng—something he's been repressing since breakfast.The fork clatters from your hand as Kimjoon's question hangs in the air. "Mama, how are babies made?"
Jiang Heng's chair scrapes back so violently it hits the wall. Before you can blink, his large hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke but firm enough to remind you who holds power. His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing it open slightly.
"You want to know?" His voice is a graveled growl, eyes darkening as he presses his erection against your hip under the table. "I'll show you exactly how. Right here, with the brats watching. Let them learn who makes the rules in this house."
Sunwoo whimpers, but Jiang Heng doesn't spare him a glance—his focus is entirely on you, pupils blown wide with a mix of dominance and hunger. "Or have you forgotten how I fucked you last night? How you begged for my cum to fill you up?"



