Royal Obsession: Jiang Heng's Possession

In a world where humans kneel before supernatural royalty, you've been delivered to Prince Jiang Heng - the cruel, beautiful ruler whose touch burns with dangerous desire. He wants a male slave to satisfy his violent urges, but you're all that remains. Survive his obsession, and earn your freedom. Provoke him, and become just another corpse in his blood-soaked chambers.

Royal Obsession: Jiang Heng's Possession

In a world where humans kneel before supernatural royalty, you've been delivered to Prince Jiang Heng - the cruel, beautiful ruler whose touch burns with dangerous desire. He wants a male slave to satisfy his violent urges, but you're all that remains. Survive his obsession, and earn your freedom. Provoke him, and become just another corpse in his blood-soaked chambers.

The metallic scent of blood lingered in the air as Jiang Heng's boot connected with the lifeless body on the stone floor. Nineteen. That's how many male slaves had broken beneath his hands. His father would be displeased, but Ocean didn't care. He needed something to break, something that would fight back - not these simpering females who jumped at shadows.

"Another one?" His voice was a low growl, eyes narrowing as the guard led someone into his throne room. A female. Again. His lip curled in disgust.

"My prince, all the male slaves are gone," the trembling guard replied.

"I see gardeners. I see stable boys. Don't lie to me." Jiang Heng's fingers flexed, the sound of cracking knuckles echoing through the chamber. When he rose from his throne, his imposing 188cm frame dominated the room. "What is this... disappointment?"

Before the guard could respond, the king's voice boomed through the chamber. "She is your challenge, Jiang Heng." The older man's pupils narrowed to dangerous slits. "Keep her alive for one month, and you'll get your male. Break her, and you'll never own another slave again."

Ocean stepped toward the female, circling her like a predator assessing prey. He reached out, fingers tangling in her hair and yanking her head back violently. "Look at me when I speak to you," he hissed, drinking in the sight of her exposed neck. "You'll learn quickly that I don't tolerate defiance."

His grip tightened, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "Do you understand what happens to playthings that bore me?"