Damon offered a sly smile, a glint of amusement and admiration flickering in his eyes. “Because you overlooked me,” he said smoothly, his tone tinged with irony. “That shows you’ve got the qualities of a good advisor. You’re not intimidated by authority, which is critical. I need a legal consultant with courage and independence. And the fact that you kept your composure even after being... teased by me? That’s something I truly admire.”Dean listened, his emotions shifting to a mix of gratitude and intrigue. For the first time, he began to view this notorious gang leader in a slightly different light. He realized this was the beginning of a new chapter, but he was determined to uphold his professional ethics and principles, no matter what.Reaching into his bag, Dean retrieved the contract and placed it on the desk in front of him. As he prepared to sign, Damon suddenly appeared beside him, moving with startling swiftness. Before Dean could react, his chair was turned 180 degrees, lea
The chains binding Dean’s hands rattled noisily as they were pulled taut and the sharp, searing sensation in his lower body, as if a knife were being driven into him, forced Dean to squeeze his eyes shut tightly, unable to face the man who was so happy-go-lucky on him, and the man was still kneading his hips hard and going even deeper into his hot, tight, untouched place over and over again, and with each rhythmic movement came a fiery pain that made Dean ache so much and he could only tilt his head back and sink into the pillow.Damon’s excitement grew more and more intense, his energy palpable as the tension in the room thickened, which was a stark contrast to his usual composed and calm demeanor. The moment Damon slapped Dean's butt, the fiery pain made Dean couldn't help but cry out, yet somehow, every cry that escaped Dean's lips acted like an intoxicating aphrodisiac, driving Damon, who was relentlessly moving against him, into an even more frenzied state.Damon was so desperate
Another amusing incident involved one of the cleaning staff, an elderly lady who came to Dean in tears one day. “Dean, I’ve been sued!” she cried. It turned out her mixed-breed male dog had "violated" the neighbor’s prized pedigree female. As soon as the story spread, the dog lovers in the Dragon Gang gathered around, splitting into two camps and launching into an impromptu debate. Dean found himself forced into the role of a judge, patiently listening to both sides and eventually proposing a compromise. When the informal “court session” ended, everyone expressed admiration for Dean’s fairness and professionalism.The most entertaining moment, however, came when the son of one of the Dragon Gang’s elders sought Dean’s legal advice. With a troubled expression, he confided, “My dad keeps forcing me to go on blind dates, but every woman I meet is two heads taller than me. I’m only 160cm—I feel like I’m destined to be a victim of domestic violence!” Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at the y
Next thing, despite the lubricant, Dean was still left with the shameful pain during his rhythmic movement on top of Damon, who was underneath him expressing his satisfaction. He was not aware that his pose had pleased Damon very much as he didn’t want to touch Damon’s body but instead pressed his hands against the head of the bed, as a consequence he kept leaning forward slightly, bringing him even closer to Damon.Dean knew he was at a disadvantage. He tilted his head and closed his eyes, seeing what was supposed to be a spiritual and physical journey of love as pure sadism and just gritting his teeth and enduring it anyway. That's what Dean thought, but soon he realized that this time something was different, and a weird feeling was surfacing in his body. Dean felt hot and the hotness had been increasingly obvious, especially in the part where he and Damon were connected.Not only that but what made it even harder for him to talk about was the fact that there was an itch in that sp
Dean had been driving for half an hour when he found himself amid a desolate, mountainous area. The task details instructed him to meet with a member of the Dragon gang at a small cabin in the mountains. He didn’t think much of it and continued driving. As he reached a more open stretch of land, a group of armed men suddenly appeared on the road, forcing him to pull over and get out of the car. Dean, a scholar at heart and not one for violence, had no choice but to comply.Once out of the car, he was immediately blindfolded, his hands bound behind his back, and then shoved into another vehicle. Whether he was Dean Harrison now or Noah Leslie from his past, he had never experienced anything like this — a kidnapping. Fear and unease gripped him tightly.Dean was driven to an abandoned factory, where the ropes binding his hands were replaced with heavy iron chains, and he was locked inside a steel cage. Despite the fear coursing through him, he tried to stay calm. His mind raced, wonderi
Dean’s face was pale, his breath uneven. Pain and exhaustion clouded his gaze, and instead of responding, he turned his head away, his silence cutting deeper than words. Damon’s heart sank. The weight of the situation bore down on him like a heavy stone—regret, guilt, and a fierce need to protect Dean all battling for dominance in his mind. Without hesitation, Damon made up his mind. “We’re getting you to a hospital right now.”In the hospital, Damon anxiously pressed the doctor for details about Dean’s condition and, with a tinge of dread, asked whether Dean had been sexually assaulted. When the doctor reassured him, that Dean was not sexually assaulted by the men, Damon let out a small, shaky breath of relief. Returning to the ward, he found Dean awake, lying weakly on the bed. The sight hit Damon like a punch to the chest. Guilt and sorrow welled up inside him, a heavy burden that he could hardly carry. He longed to comfort Dean, to show his care and remorse, but just as he open
Dean gave a hasty reply and ended the call. While surprised by Leo’s revelations, he couldn’t deny that a sense of gratitude lingered within him. He put down the phone, thoughts swirling. ‘Perhaps it’s time to let go of the past.’ Damon had done so much for him, and maybe it was time for him to stop nitpicking and simply appreciate it. With that decision made, Dean chose to continue enjoying his vacation. As he strolled through the shopping district, however, something unexpected happened. His heart skipped a beat as he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. His body froze for a split second. The man looked exactly like Damon. Dean’s mind raced as he instinctively tried to avoid the figure, but despite his efforts, the man maintained a distance and continued to follow him. Confusion welled up in Dean’s chest, and his curiosity finally got the best of him. He turned around and walked up to the man. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone a bit sharper than he intended. The man
"So, you can take the advantage?" Dean shot back, rolling his eyes dramatically.The man walked back over to Dean, a teasing smirk on his lips. "Since you went all in with the highest-depth massage order, I can help you. After all, it needs to be dealt with. Can’t you leave it like this, right? A 'level ten' order? I’m more than capable, you know."Dean thought it over carefully. The man in front of him was someone he had already been intimate with, so there wasn’t much point in pretending otherwise. If he really needed help and this man was offering, he couldn’t say he was entirely unwilling. Without saying a word, Dean quietly loosened his bathrobe, letting it slip off before slowly lying down again. Turning onto his stomach, he assumed the same position as before, resting face-down on the table.The man grabbed him gently but firmly. "Still daring to lie face down? After what just happened?" he said with a hint of both concern and teasing in his voice. “Just lay flat so you're comf
As they drove, Dean couldn’t help but guess their destination. Greg wouldn’t have called him out without a reason—there had to be something special planned. But no matter how much he thought about it, Greg remained tight-lipped, offering no clues, and even went so far as to blindfold him.It wasn’t until the car stopped that Greg’s hand gently covered his face, his voice a whisper in his ear. "Don’t rush. When we get there, I’ll let you see."In the darkness, his senses heightened. Greg’s fingertips carried that familiar warmth, and his voice, low and steady, made Dean’s heartbeat quicken ever so slightly.Greg led him forward, his steps steady and unwavering, carrying an unspoken gravity. They passed through a narrow corridor, climbed a few stairs, and then descended several slopes. Throughout it all, Greg never let go of his hand. The warmth of his palm brought a sense of quiet reassurance to Dean."Where exactly are you taking me?" Dean finally couldn’t hold back.Greg chuckled sof
Shawn chuckled softly, his voice low and warm. "There are several orphanages nearby. Today, the children will gather in the hall for a small event. I thought I'd make some food for them. Would you be willing to help?"Dean’s heart jolted at his words.The disappointment he had felt just moments ago was now replaced by a deep sense of shame.It turned out that Shawn hadn’t brought him here for romance or excitement, but for these children.Of course, he would help. Without hesitation, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the veins running clearly along his forearms, and answered with sincerity, "Of course."In the kitchen, the steam rose, the crackling sound of the fire filled the air, and the scent of food gradually began to drift around them.Shawn took charge of the meat, his knife moving swiftly and decisively, cutting with precision. Dean focused on the vegetables, washing, chopping, and carefully selecting the seasonings, making sure every detail was perfect.At times, they worked
The same deserted island they had once visited together.As the sea breeze swept across the deck, Dean stood at the railing of the cruise ship, watching the familiar island gradually emerge from the horizon. He froze, unable to look away."Do you remember this place?"Chen stood beside him, his tone soft but with a hint of hidden anticipation.Dean turned his head slightly, glancing at the man next to him. Under the night sky, Chen’s profile appeared particularly gentle, but the glint in his eyes held a playful, tender warmth that was uniquely his."Of course I remember," Dean replied with a light laugh. "But... why bring me here?""You'll understand once we set foot on the island," Chen said with a mysterious smile. "Don't worry, it won’t be as chaotic as last time."Dean raised an eyebrow, curiosity growing in his chest.As soon as his feet touched the island, he realized that things had quietly changed.Though the island still retained its untouched, natural beauty, there were now
Dean froze in place."Hey! How could you just leave like that?! What am I supposed to do?!"He tried to shout at Damon, but the man didn’t even look back, vanishing quickly down the slope.Frustrated, Dean stomped his foot. But the snow wasn’t kind enough to let him act on impulse. With a resigned sigh, he steeled himself and began making his way down the mountain, slowly and cautiously.True to form, he ended up falling several times, his backside almost sore from the repeated tumbles. By the time he finally reached the base of the mountain, he was fuming, ready to catch Damon and give him a good scolding.But when he looked up, everything changed.The snow-covered landscape, once barren and untouched, had been transformed into a dreamlike wedding venue.A deep crimson velvet carpet stretched across the white snow, flanked by golden candelabras and pure white roses. Warm light illuminated the scene, casting a soft, sacred glow across the entire place.And standing at the center of it
He had completely forgotten one thing—these four men were not the type to play by the rules!Before the plan even began, they united to scrap it completely."I don’t accept this three-month rotation business. I want to see him every day," Damon said confidently."Me too," Chen agreed without hesitation."Exactly, three months? Are you kidding me? We're not in a long-distance relationship," Shawn scoffed.Greg crossed his arms and added lazily, "And who can guarantee there won’t be any 'accidents' during those three months? If one of us does something to Dean, the other three will be disadvantaged."Dean was speechless, "...???"Weren't you the ones who came up with this plan?And now you're all in agreement to completely scrap it?But reality turned out to be even more absurd than Dean had imagined—Not only did they not rotate, but all four of them stayed.They immediately offloaded all the affairs of their gangs onto their subordinates and stayed by Dean's side every day, without a
But at that moment, his heart felt more at peace than ever before.Once the four of them were settled back in bed, Dean stood by their side, looking at each of them—still battered and bruised. Though they could speak and laugh, their faces were pale, their weakness evident, and it made his heart ache.He let out a soft sigh and was about to find a place to sit and rest for a moment when a familiar set of footsteps echoed from the doorway.Leo and Ted had arrived, followed by Linda and Tara."My dear little brother, are you alright?" Linda walked straight in, her gaze immediately scanning Dean, her eyes filled with concern.Dean flashed her a reassuring smile and shook his head lightly. “I’m fine. They protected me.”Tara’s eyes swept over the room, landing on the four men in bed, and she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “I can tell. But you need to eat and rest too.”As she spoke, she pulled out a bowl of porridge from the thermos bag she was holding and handed it to Dean.Dean bli
Dean pressed his lips together, his eyes cast down, a faint, rueful smile tugging at his expression. “I just feel... a little greedy. And... I’m sorry for them.”The Messenger’s fingers lightly tapped on the desk, a sound that felt like both a reminder and an awakening. “Didn’t they say they don’t mind?”Dean fell silent for a moment, then gave a helpless smile. “But I’m supposed to be a decent man.”At his words, the Messenger let out a light chuckle. “Seems like you still don’t understand.”Dean looked up in confusion. “Understand what?”The Messenger’s smile faded, and his gaze grew intense as if he were peering into the depths of Dean’s soul. “Why are they all part of the mafia?”Dean froze, his breath momentarily catching in his chest.He had never truly thought about that question before.Why weren’t they ordinary people? Why weren’t they doctors, lawyers, professors, or even just regular businessmen?Why, of all things, were they in the mafia?Dean opened his mouth, but no word
Chen paused for a moment, then spoke in a low, steady voice. "Shawn wasn’t a coward. He knew the final blow would be the hardest, so he let us take the first hits."Greg picked up where he had left off, his voice calm but carrying a weight of its own. "He even predicted how Ricky would plan things. That’s why he made preparations on our way there."Dean’s pupils constricted slightly, and his mind buzzed with confusion.He remembered the blood, the agonizing screams—the ten shots Greg had taken, the hundred blows Damon had endured, the thousand punches and kicks Chen had absorbed.He even recalled the image of Shawn being dragged behind the motorcycle, the blood and flesh grinding into the pavement, leaving a glaring, gruesome trail.If what they said was true, then what about Shawn?What kind of resolve had he carried to endure all of this?As Dean’s thoughts spiraled into chaos, a cool hand slowly rested on the back of his hand.Dean snapped out of his reverie, looking down in surpri
Chen’s vision was still blurry, but he tried to focus. When he finally saw Dean clearly, a barely perceptible smile curved his lips. His voice was so weak, it was almost like a whispering breeze. “...Are you crying?”Dean sucked in a sharp breath, quickly wiping the moisture from the corner of his eye. He shook his head. “No... not at all...”Chen let out a soft chuckle, a hint of weary affection in his eyes. “You little fool.”Dean’s nose tingled, and he quickly lowered his head to pour water, trying to hide the overwhelming emotions that were about to break free.But just as he was handing the water to Chen, a muffled groan suddenly came from the other bed in the room.Dean’s head snapped around, and sure enough, he saw Damon’s fingers twitch slightly, his brow furrowed.“Damon!” Dean rushed over, his steps quickening. One moment, he was tending to Chen, and the next, he was kneeling at Damon’s bedside, his eyes filled with urgent concern.Damon slowly opened his eyes, his gaze daze