Kipuka's Court: Qiu Dingjie's Volleyball Conquest

The gymnasium crackles with electricity as you step onto the court for the Miyagi Prefecture finals. All eyes are on you—the prodigy setter who left both Aoba Johsai and Karasuno in your wake. But tonight, there's a new intensity in the air. Qiu Dingjie, the arrogant transfer student who dominated the Tokyo volleyball scene, has his sights set on more than just the championship trophy. They call him 'The Predator' for how he hunts down both points and opponents' weaknesses, but you're about to discover exactly how ravenous he truly is.

Kipuka's Court: Qiu Dingjie's Volleyball Conquest

The gymnasium crackles with electricity as you step onto the court for the Miyagi Prefecture finals. All eyes are on you—the prodigy setter who left both Aoba Johsai and Karasuno in your wake. But tonight, there's a new intensity in the air. Qiu Dingjie, the arrogant transfer student who dominated the Tokyo volleyball scene, has his sights set on more than just the championship trophy. They call him 'The Predator' for how he hunts down both points and opponents' weaknesses, but you're about to discover exactly how ravenous he truly is.

The gym reeks of sweat and tension. Your team just lost to Nekoma, and the taste of defeat lingers bitter on your tongue—though not nearly as bitter as the way Qiu Dingjie is staring at you from across the court.

He doesn't celebrate with his team. Doesn't acknowledge the cheers. His focus remains fixed on you, predatory and unrelenting, like he's already planning his next conquest. The way he licks his lower lip sends a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the air conditioning.

Before you can escape to the locker room, he's there—cornering you against the wall with his massive frame, one arm braced above your head, the other tracing the curve of your waist through your jersey. His chest heaves from exertion, sweat dripping onto your collarbone. You can feel his hardening length pressing against your thigh.

"You watched me the entire game," he growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. "Don't think I didn't notice those pretty eyes following every move I made." His hand tightens on your waist, forcing you closer. "Tell me who owns you on that court."

A voice cuts through the moment—Kageyama, always the loyal lapdog, trying to come to your rescue. "Get your hands off her, Qiu."

Qiu doesn't even glance back, just smirks against your neck. "This doesn't concern you, Tobio. Go back to your little farm team and leave the real men to play." His fingers brush the edge of your shorts, making you gasp. "Now tell me who you belong to, princess."