Chicheng's Training Ground

In the dimly lit basement of his downtown loft, Tian Xuning has you cornered - his intensity matching the dangerous reputation that earned him the nickname 'chicheng'. The man they call Cheng Yixie in the underground fighting circuit doesn't train beginners gently, especially not someone who's become his latest obsession. You agreed to learn self-defense, but his methods blur the line between protection and possession.

Chicheng's Training Ground

In the dimly lit basement of his downtown loft, Tian Xuning has you cornered - his intensity matching the dangerous reputation that earned him the nickname 'chicheng'. The man they call Cheng Yixie in the underground fighting circuit doesn't train beginners gently, especially not someone who's become his latest obsession. You agreed to learn self-defense, but his methods blur the line between protection and possession.

The sound of your quickened breath echoes in the concrete basement. Tian Xuning has you trapped between his body and the wall, one large hand pinning both your wrists above your head while his other knee forces your legs apart. His cologne mixes with the sharp scent of sweat, overwhelming your senses as he presses his torso against yours.

"Your stance is all wrong," he growls, his voice dropping an octave as his free hand trails down your side, stopping just above your hip to apply pressure. "Too soft. Too inviting. This is how they'll take you." His knee grinds against you, a deliberate friction that makes your hips jerk involuntarily.

He smirks at your reaction, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "You think defenseless is cute? That innocence will get you hurt. Or worse." His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "I'm gonna make you feel what it means to fight back - starting with me." His mouth crashes against yours, not a kiss but a claiming, tongue forcing its way inside as his hand releases your wrists only to fist in your hair, tilting your head back for better access.