The gymnasium lights were dim, and the air was still heavy with the pungent, deeply obscene scent of sweat and dried cum.
The moment the underclassmen’s footsteps finally faded away, Qin Shou began untying the ropes binding Wu Haojun. But before Qin Shou could even fully process what was happening, the alpha struck.
Moving with terrifying, explosive speed, Wu Haojun executed a flawless, textbook grappling hold. In the blink of an eye, he had Qin Shou firmly pinned to the ground, pressing down on him with so much force the Dom could barely breathe.
"Ah, fuck! Seriously?! Since when does the guy who just got fucked act this aggressive?!"
Pinned helplessly to the floor, Qin Shou squirmed in vain, grumbling in protest. His tone was laced with his usual mocking banter, but he couldn't completely hide the genuine wince of pain in his voice.
"Did I give you permission to play with me like that?!"
Wu Haojun gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with absolute, unadulterated fury. Seeing Qin Shou in obvious pain yet still having the nerve to run his mouth only fueled the Captain's anger.
He immediately dialed up the pressure, ruthlessly twisting Qin Shou’s wrist. The joint locked tighter, forcing a sharp yelp out of the Dom.
"Fuck! Ow, ow, OW! Fuck, that actually hurts! My arm is gonna break...!"
Qin Shou’s face went instantly pale, beads of cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. He gritted his teeth, but he couldn't stop the pathetic cries of pain from slipping out as his body involuntarily trembled under Wu Haojun’s crushing grip.
"Oh, so you do know how to feel pain?"
Wu Haojun growled, his voice dangerously low and freezing cold. His eyes gleamed with an unquestionable, razor-sharp authority.
"Are you ever going to play me like that again?"
Wu Haojun knew exactly how thick-skinned and stubborn Qin Shou was. The memory of how brutally he had just been humiliated and played with was still burning vividly in his mind.
If he didn't teach this sick bastard a harsh physical lesson right now, Qin Shou would absolutely escalate things and go even further next time.
"Oh, come on... weren't you orgasming your brains out just a minute ago?!"
Qin Shou gasped, refusing to back down even as the pain flared.
"How are you gonna flip the script and act so cold now?!"
Despite the agonizing strain on his arm, Qin Shou still couldn't resist throwing out a taunt. A sly, cunning glint flashed in his eyes as he desperately tried to use his signature banter to distract from the physical pain.
"Fuck! Looks like it still doesn't hurt enough, huh?"
Wu Haojun let out a cold, dark scoff. Without a second of hesitation, he wrenched his wrist again, locking Qin Shou’s arm into an even tighter, more brutal angle.
The sharp spike in agony was so intense it nearly brought tears to Qin Shou’s eyes. He squirmed and thrashed against the floor, but it was absolutely useless; there was no escaping Wu Haojun’s iron grip.
"FUCK!! Okay, okay, I won't do it again! I swear, I won't! Even if you get on your knees and beg me, I’m never playing that fucking game with you again!!!"
Finally unable to take it anymore, Qin Shou’s voice cracked into a pathetic, near-sobbing plea.
Honestly, Qin Shou was utterly powerless against this Taekwondo Captain. Sure, when they were in the middle of fucking, Wu Haojun was a mindless, pleasure-addled slut who enjoyed every second of it.
But outside of that specific headspace?
The man was an absolutely untouchable, ruthless badass.
Qin Shou might have been a hardened street thug, but when it came to hand-to-hand combat, a punk like him didn't stand a ghost of a chance against a highly trained, professional combat athlete.
Looking down at Qin Shou’s pathetic, disheveled state, a faint, wicked smirk curled the corners of Wu Haojun’s lips. A playful, dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he relished the long-lost feeling of absolute control.
"Since you love playing these games so much, next time... it’s my turn to play with you."
Wu Haojun’s voice had dropped to a low, predatory growl, dripping with an unquestionable, overbearing dominance.
He loosened his grip just a fraction, but his eyes remained locked intensely onto Qin Shou’s body.
Honestly, aside from lacking Wu Haojun’s own sharply defined, rock-hard armor of muscle, Qin Shou’s physique was damn impressive for a regular straight guy, naturally athletic, perfectly proportioned, and undeniably solid.
Sensing the slight relaxation in the alpha's grip, Qin Shou seized the opening. With a sudden, violent twist, he slipped right out of Wu Haojun’s hold. Scrambling to his feet, Qin Shou immediately glanced down at Wu Haojun’s groin.
Seeing the slutty, cum-slicked cock still bound tightly by ropes, he let out a filthy, mocking laugh.
"Fuck! You’re such a whore that you managed to blast your load even while tied up like a stuffed pig! Are you absolutely sure that ruined thing can still fuck anyone?"
"Motherfucker, do you have a death wish?!"
Wu Haojun let out a feral snarl, his body immediately lunging forward as he prepared to grapple the Dom to the floor again.
But things were different this time. Earlier, Wu Haojun had only managed to pin him so easily because it was a completely unexpected ambush.
Qin Shou was, after all, a hardened street thug who had survived his fair share of brutal gang brawls. He wasn't going to get caught slipping twice.
Relying on his street-honed agility, Qin Shou smoothly dodged the alpha's sweeping grab. A sly, cunning glint returned to his eyes as his lips curled into a trademark, infuriatingly arrogant smirk.
"Woah, easy there, baby! Don’t be in such a rush!"
Qin Shou’s voice was dripping with a signature, thuggish flippancy. He leaned backward slightly, casually interlacing his fingers behind his head in an infuriating display of relaxed confidence.
"Seeing how incredibly slutty you were just now, I get the feeling that plain, vanilla sex just isn't going to satisfy you anymore. So, how about I introduce you to something even more thrilling next time? Let me think..."
Qin Shou’s gaze raked slowly over Wu Haojun’s body, his eyes gleaming with dark, mocking amusement.
"How about... I secretly leak those photos of you acting like a filthy whore to your club members? We can let those weak little punks who secretly hate your guts use the photos to blackmail you. Let them all pass you around and play with you until you're completely broken. How does that sound?"
Qin Shou flashed a wicked grin.
"Getting used and abused by the very weaklings you despise, wouldn't that bring back the exact same thrill you felt the very first time that Soccer Captain kid completely wrecked you?!"
"Motherfucker... how the hell do you know about him? Were you involved in that too?!"
Wu Haojun’s voice instantly dropped to a lethal, bone-chilling octave. His eyes were entirely eclipsed by a terrifying, murderous intent, looking like a beast that could snap and kill at any given second.
But Qin Shou seemed completely unfazed by the alpha's boiling fury.
Instead, his arrogant laughter only grew louder and more manic.
"Hahaha! Oh, it’s not just the Soccer Captain. I know all about the shit that went down with the senior guys in the Phys-Ed Department too!"
Qin Shou looked down at him, his eyes shining with an absolute, triumphant arrogance.
It was the look of a man who held every single one of Wu Haojun’s darkest, dirtiest secrets right in the palm of his hand.
"Fuck! How much of my past were you actually involved in?!"
Qin Shou tilted his head slightly, a playful, maddening glimmer in his eyes.
"Hmm... how should I put this? Let's just say, to make sure my beautiful alpha baby gets exactly what he craves, I’ve invested a lot of time and effort into you~"
"FUCK! You absolute psycho!"
Unable to hold back his fury any longer, Wu Haojun lunged. Like a striking viper, his massive hands clamped onto Qin Shou’s collar like iron vices, violently slamming the thug hard against the locker room wall.
The sudden, explosive impact caught Qin Shou off guard for a split second. But almost instantly, that signature, thuggish arrogance bled right back into his features. A mocking, infuriating smirk curled across his lips.
"If I wasn't a psycho,"
Qin Shou murmured, his voice dripping with dark provocation,
"how else would I ever satisfy such a proud, domineering alpha slut like you?"
His tone was laden with deliberate taunting, thoroughly enjoying the blazing fury radiating from Wu Haojun.
Staring at Qin Shou’s wickedly handsome, unforgivably arrogant face, Wu Haojun’s clenched fist trembled in the air.
But it never fell.
Looking at this devastatingly evil, thuggish man, Wu Haojun realized he was trapped in a sickeningly intoxicating cycle of love and hate.
After all... wasn't he the one who ended up blasting cum and piss in mind-melting euphoria every single time Qin Shou played with him?
Even right now, at this very second, his ruined, gaping hole was still slowly dripping with the warm, musky mixture of Qin Shou’s cum.
What right did he have to be angry?
Qin Shou was nothing more than the catalyst, the man who had simply accelerated the process of forcing Wu Haojun to confront and understand his true, depraved self.
Wu Haojun slowly released his grip, his chest heaving as he let out a long, heavy exhale.
"Where are my clothes?" he demanded, his voice returning to a cold, exhausted baseline.
"Give them to me."
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