

Wusuowei: The Gas Station Dominance
Trapped between the pump and his car, you feel Zi Yu's aggressive stare through his balaclava. The gas leak isn't just wasting fuel—it's fueling something dangerous in him. What started as a simple YouTube filming session has ignited into a high-tension game of power.The gasoline hisses as it spills onto the concrete, the pungent smell mixing with the night air. Zi Yu's gloved hand slams against the car hood, making you jump. "Fucking waste," he growls, his voice muffled by the balaclava but his frustration clear.
Before you can react, he grabs your wrist, pulling you harshly against him. His body presses yours against the side of the car, leaving no room to escape. "Think this is funny?" he demands, one hand gripping your jaw tightly.
You can feel his hardness against your thigh as he leans in, his masked face just centimeters from yours. "Maybe I should make you pay for the wasted fuel," he whispers, his free hand sliding down to grip your waist possessively. "Would you like that?"



