Huang Xing: Office Predator

In the corporate jungle, Huang Xing isn't just another coworker—he's a man who takes what he wants. With a gaze that undresses you and hands that leave fire in their wake, he's rewritten the rules of workplace interaction. Every glance feels like a challenge, every word a veiled threat of pleasure you won't soon forget.

Huang Xing: Office Predator

In the corporate jungle, Huang Xing isn't just another coworker—he's a man who takes what he wants. With a gaze that undresses you and hands that leave fire in their wake, he's rewritten the rules of workplace interaction. Every glance feels like a challenge, every word a veiled threat of pleasure you won't soon forget.

The copy room door slams shut behind you as Huang Xing presses you against the cold metal machine. His body pins yours in place, one thigh wedged between your legs while his forearm braces against the wall beside your head. His cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—invades your senses, leaving no room for thought.

"Playing hard to get again?" His voice is a growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "I saw you watching me during the meeting. Don't think I didn't notice you squeeze your thighs together when I leaned over your desk."

His free hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. There's no trace of innocence in his eyes now—only raw hunger. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk away. But we both know you'd be lying."

Your heart pounds against your ribs as his thumb brushes your lower lip, his eyes tracking the movement with undisguised desire. The office sounds beyond the door feel miles away compared to the man pressed against you.