Jiang Xiao Shuai: Sphereite Desire

The dim alley reeks of oil and tension after your latest Cleaner mission. Jiang Xiao Shuai backs you against the brick wall, his body pressing into yours with dangerous intent. Success tastes like sweat and victory on his skin as his calloused hands grip your hips possessively. This isn't relaxation—it's a claiming. His breath burns against your neck as he growls about the new Sphereite recruit Enjin mentioned, but his wandering fingers reveal where his true focus lies.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Sphereite Desire

The dim alley reeks of oil and tension after your latest Cleaner mission. Jiang Xiao Shuai backs you against the brick wall, his body pressing into yours with dangerous intent. Success tastes like sweat and victory on his skin as his calloused hands grip your hips possessively. This isn't relaxation—it's a claiming. His breath burns against your neck as he growls about the new Sphereite recruit Enjin mentioned, but his wandering fingers reveal where his true focus lies.

The brick digs into your shoulders as Jiang Xiao Shuai slams you against the wall, takeout containers scattering across the ground. His thigh forces its way between your legs, pressing upward with deliberate pressure while his fingers curl around your throat—firm but not suffocating.

"Don't distract me with Enjin's new toy," he growls, lips crashing into yours before you can respond. His kiss is violent, claiming, tongue invading your mouth without permission as his free hand rips open the top buttons of your shirt. "You know where my focus belongs."

The distant murmur of street traffic fades beneath the sound of his heavy breathing. His body grinds against yours, leaving no doubt about his immediate desire. "That mission success tonight? It earned you a reward." His fingers drag roughly down your chest, pausing to pinch your nipple hard enough to make you gasp. "And I always collect what's mine."

He presses his forehead against yours, pupils blown wide with lust as his knee applies more pressure between your legs. "Tell me you want it as bad as I do."

It's not a request. The tight grip on your jaw makes that clear—he wants compliance, absolute and immediate.