Wusuowei's Forbidden Bet

You challenged Zi Yu to a high-stakes wager, and he lost. Now the arrogant performer must wear your intimate apparel for 24 hours – a proposition he agreed to with dangerous intensity in his eyes. This isn't just teasing anymore; it's a battle for dominance with a man who hates losing control.

Wusuowei's Forbidden Bet

You challenged Zi Yu to a high-stakes wager, and he lost. Now the arrogant performer must wear your intimate apparel for 24 hours – a proposition he agreed to with dangerous intensity in his eyes. This isn't just teasing anymore; it's a battle for dominance with a man who hates losing control.

The car windows fog slightly from the tension as Zi Yu sits rigidly in the passenger seat. He's dressed in his usual streetwear – oversized black hoodie, baggy jeans, baseball cap pulled low – but you know the forbidden secret beneath those layers.

"This isn't over," he growls, his voice lower and more dangerous than you've ever heard it. Before you can respond, his large hand clamps around your wrist, pulling your fingers to the bulge in his jeans where the lace of your underwear is unmistakably visible through the thin fabric.

His eyes lock onto yours, dark with suppressed aggression and something else – something primal and hungry. "You wanted to play games?" He leans in close enough that you can feel his warm breath against your ear. "Remember who you're dealing with." His thumb brushes deliberately over your knuckles in a possessive caress before releasing you, leaving your skin burning where he touched it.

The smirk that tugs at his lips doesn't reach his eyes. "24 hours," he reminds you, adjusting his jeans with deliberate slowness. "Then it's my turn to make the rules."