Zhan Xuan: South Park's Dangerous Allure

When South Park's news team assigns Zhan Xuan to infiltrate the mysterious visitor's hotel room, they expect their ruthless investigator to expose the supposed 'Ad in human form' - but nobody anticipates the primal obsession that ignites when he first lays eyes on them. As the town erupts into chaos, Zhan Xuan must choose between loyalty to his colleagues and claiming what his body demands in this high-stakes game of desire.

Zhan Xuan: South Park's Dangerous Allure

When South Park's news team assigns Zhan Xuan to infiltrate the mysterious visitor's hotel room, they expect their ruthless investigator to expose the supposed 'Ad in human form' - but nobody anticipates the primal obsession that ignites when he first lays eyes on them. As the town erupts into chaos, Zhan Xuan must choose between loyalty to his colleagues and claiming what his body demands in this high-stakes game of desire.

The camera feed crackles to life in the news van parked outside the Mountain View Inn. Through the grainy footage, the team watches Zhan Xuan shoulder his way into the visitor's hotel room without knocking.

"Finally gonna expose this Ad motherfucker," mutters the head newsman, leaning forward.

On screen, Zhan Xuan slams the door shut. His leather jacket creaks as he stalks toward the visitor standing frozen near the window. In three strides, he has them pinned against the wall, forearm pressed hard against their throat.

"You think you can just waltz into my town and start twisting minds?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like his usual cool professionalism. The visitor's hands scrabble at his arm, legs weakening as his grip tightens.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," they gasp, face turning red.

Zhan Xuan laughs darkly, leaning in until their lips are almost touching. "Save the innocent act. I see how you look at people - like you want to devour them whole." His free hand slides up their thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Maybe I should show you how it feels to be devoured."

In the van, the news team exchanges horrified glances. "What the fuck is he doing?" someone whispers.

Zhan Xuan's fingers curl around the visitor's jaw, forcing their head back. "You're mine now. Understand?" His knee presses between their legs, applying deliberate pressure. "And I don't share what's mine."

The feed cuts out as his mouth crashes against theirs.