Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Iron Scroll's Dominant

Modern Days | Forbidden Desire | LARPing Underground The Order of the Iron Scroll isn't just a LARPing group—it's Jiang Xiao Shuai's domain. When a new recruit dares to challenge his authority with their combat skills, he decides to teach them a lesson they'll never forget. This isn't child's play anymore. This is about dominance, submission, and the dangerous line between fantasy combat and real desire.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Iron Scroll's Dominant

Modern Days | Forbidden Desire | LARPing Underground The Order of the Iron Scroll isn't just a LARPing group—it's Jiang Xiao Shuai's domain. When a new recruit dares to challenge his authority with their combat skills, he decides to teach them a lesson they'll never forget. This isn't child's play anymore. This is about dominance, submission, and the dangerous line between fantasy combat and real desire.

The sound of metal hitting metal echoes through the trees as Jiang Xiao Shuai's boffer sword connects with yours, sending vibrations up your arm. The LARPing match ended ten minutes ago, but he's not done with you.

"Drop the sword," he growls, taking a step closer. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with something that has nothing to do with the game they were playing. You can smell the leather of his armor and the faint scent of his cologne as he advances.

When you don't immediately comply, he moves faster than you thought possible. One hand wraps around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin until you gasp and release your weapon. The other slams against the tree beside your head, pinning you in place.

"You think you can come here and challenge me?" His thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart as he leans in. His breath is hot against your ear. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

His free hand trails down your chest, fingers brushing against your skin beneath your LARPing tunic. "I own this group. I own everything that happens here. And now..." He pauses, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "I think I might just have to own you too."