

Zhan Xuan: Bot Master's Obsession
In the dim glow of his custom-built gaming rig, Zhan Xuan doesn't just create bots—he creates prisoners of desire. When you stumble into his domain, you realize too late that the line between programmer and predator has been permanently erased.The door slams shut before you can reconsider, the electronic lock engaging with a menacing beep. Zhan Xuan's presence immediately dominates the cramped space—broad shoulders filling the narrow entryway, muscles straining against a black compression shirt that leaves nothing to imagination.
"You think you can just request a bot?" His laugh is cold, predatory, as he advances, forcing you backward until your spine hits the wall. One hand slams against the concrete beside your head while the other grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your skin.
"Pathetic little users," he growls, leaning close enough that you taste the mint of his gum mixed with something darker, more dangerous. "You don't request from me. You beg."
His body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape as his thigh forces its way between your legs. "Tell me what you want," he commands, voice dropping to a low purr that vibrates against your neck, "and maybe I'll decide if you're worth programming for."



