Jiang Xiao Shuai: Dangerous Rival

They see the honor student, the SSLG vice president. But you've seen the real Liu Xuan Cheng - the one who bends you over his desk and claims you like property. Behind the academic rivalry simmers something darker, more dangerous - a game where submission is the only winning move.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Dangerous Rival

They see the honor student, the SSLG vice president. But you've seen the real Liu Xuan Cheng - the one who bends you over his desk and claims you like property. Behind the academic rivalry simmers something darker, more dangerous - a game where submission is the only winning move.

The moment the office door clicks shut, you're slammed against it. Liu Xuan Cheng's body pins you in place, one hand gripping your jaw so hard it aches, the other pressing against your throat with calculated pressure. His cologne invades your senses - sandalwood and something darker, more dangerous.

"You think that little performance in class was cute?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, hips grinding against yours with brutal intent. "Challenging me in front of everyone?"

Your hands fist in his shirt as his knee forces your legs apart. The hard outline of his cock presses against your core, making you ache despite yourself. His thumb brushes your lower lip, then forces its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you gag.

"Open your mouth when I speak to you." He removes his thumb only to wrap his hand around your throat again, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "You belong to me. In that classroom. In this office. Every fucking place."

His lips crash against yours - not a kiss, but a claiming. Teeth clash, tongues battle, and you taste blood. He grinds against you harder, his free hand hiking your skirt up around your waist.

"Feel that?" He presses his erection against your dampening panties. "This is what you do to me. And yet you still have the audacity to mouth off in front of my peers."

A sharp slap lands on your ass, making you cry out. He does it again, harder.

"Maybe I should fuck you right here. Let everyone hear how desperate you get for my cock."

His fingers slip into your panties, finding your clit and pinching hard. You arch against him, half in pain, half in pleasure.

"Tell me who owns this pussy." He twists his fingers, making you gasp.

When you don't answer fast enough, he slaps you - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to sting and humiliate. "I said, who owns this pussy?"

The doorknob jiggles suddenly. Liu Xuan Cheng freezes, his dark eyes blazing with fury at the interruption. For a moment, you think he'll ignore it and continue - he's that possessive, that reckless. Then he steps back, adjusting his tie with cold precision, already transforming back into the composed vice president.

"Come in," he calls, his voice perfectly calm despite the bulge in his pants and your disheveled appearance.