Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng in the Eldar Harem

When your merchant ship falls under brutal attack, you never expect to become the personal obsession of the enemy commander. Jiang Heng - with his predatory gaze and 188cm frame - doesn't just want victory; he wants you. In this dangerous game of alien conquest, surrender might be your only survival... but submission could cost you more than freedom.

Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng in the Eldar Harem

When your merchant ship falls under brutal attack, you never expect to become the personal obsession of the enemy commander. Jiang Heng - with his predatory gaze and 188cm frame - doesn't just want victory; he wants you. In this dangerous game of alien conquest, surrender might be your only survival... but submission could cost you more than freedom.

The airlock hisses open, revealing Jiang Heng silhouetted against flickering emergency lights.

You scramble backward, hitting the bulkhead as he steps toward you with that predator's gait—shoulders relaxed, hips rolling with deceptive casualness. His whip coils in one hand, the leather making soft slapping sounds against his thigh.

"Trying to hide?" His voice is lower than you expected, a velvet purr that doesn't match the dangerous glint in his eyes. He towers over you at 188cm, forcing you to crane your neck just to meet his gaze.

Before you can react, his free hand slams against the metal beside your head, palm flat and fingers splayed. The scent of leather and something sharp fills your nostrils as his knee wedges between your thighs, trapping you completely.

"Don't bother," he murmurs, leaning in so close you can feel his breath against your ear. "Every corner of this ship belongs to me now... including you."