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Mu Yan drove ahead, completely unaware that his young master was sulking.
The bustling scenery outside flashed by quickly. Fang Liyu slightly turned his head, a few strands of hair falling at his temples, and the beautiful glass-like eyes reflected an inorganic light, appearing disinterested.
Upon arriving at the company, ignoring the group of people who greeted him, Fang Liyu quickly walked straight into the elevator, with Mu Yan closely following behind.
On the top floor, the new assistant, also surnamed Fang, had just graduated from a prestigious university. Today was her first day at work, and she nervously checked her appearance. When she heard the elevator ding open, she immediately stood up and bowed along with the other assistants.
She dared not breathe too loudly and lowered her head, catching a glimpse of a pair of polished leather shoes walking past her before stopping.
"New here?"
A sexy and lazy male voice came from above her head.
The young assistant looked up in surprise. "Yes."
It wasn't a dazed reaction from being suddenly cared for by her superior; rather, she was stunned by the breathtakingly handsome young man before her. He wore a light gray suit that accentuated his striking presence. He was young with smooth black hair that lay neatly against his head. Up close, his skin was smooth and fair, with beautifully shaped fox-like eyes and long eyelashes. His warm brown pupils reflected no emotion as if nothing caught his interest. His pink lips were tightly pressed together, full and inviting...
Fang Liyu glanced at her expressionlessly and nodded before leaving.
Mu Yan gave the new assistant a meaningful look; his slightly narrowed deep-set eyes concealed danger, leaving the assistant frozen in place, breaking out in a cold sweat. It took her quite some time to regain her composure after he entered the CEO's office.
Assistant Fu approached her and tugged at her sleeve with a slightly reproachful look in his eyes. "Snap out of it! If you keep staring like that, be careful you don't get fired by Young Master Fang this afternoon."
"I'm sorry..." The young assistant blushed as she sincerely apologized. "Brother Fu, forgive me this time; I promise it won't happen again!"
Then she turned to him with a curious expression, tugging at Assistant Fu's sleeve to prevent him from leaving while lowering her voice to ask mysteriously, "By the way... I know Young Master Fang, but who is that tall and strong man behind him? I haven't seen him in the news."
"Oh... that's Young Master Fang's bodyguard." Assistant Fu adjusted his glasses with an expression of indifference. "He's always with Young Master Fang at work."
Does a personal bodyguard really need to follow into a private office?
The young assistant felt suspicious in her heart and looked up to see that Assistant Fu's face had darkened considerably due to her persistent questioning...
Startled, she quickly released her grip on him and awkwardly sat down properly to begin her work for the day, not daring to ask any further about why that imposing bodyguard wore a black collar around his neck.
Meanwhile, Mu Yan was pouring coffee for Fang Liyu and then donned a hat, gloves, and apron before starting to clean in the break room.
He was the child rescued years ago by Fang Liyu's father from smugglers along the border.
The smuggler was large and burly, willing to traffic anything—including people.
For money, Mu Yan had been sold by his biological parents to that smuggler. After multiple attempts to escape and resist, he was caught again and whipped until he was covered in blood and bruises. He was locked in a cage for two whole days without food—barely hanging onto life.
Fang Guoqiang, Old Master Fang, Fang Liyu's father had just begun to see success in his business ventures at that time while still involved in shady dealings with considerable power. To seize control of territory, he pretended to be conducting business but was actually engaging in black market dealings when he took down the smuggling ring. In a corner of their hideout, he discovered this barely alive child in terrible condition. Instantly reminded of his own beloved son who had just been born and whom he cherished dearly, he softened and decided to adopt him.
Once Mu Yan recovered from his hospital stay and changed out of his patient gown, he was led by Fang Guoqiang into the presence of the young master.
At that time he was two years old; Fang Liyu was younger.
Mu Yan's cheeks were sunken; his clothes hung loosely on him—far too big—and he appeared lethargic with dull eyes. His body bore numerous scars that intertwined chaotically and throbbed with pain; memories of his parents were scarce.
In contrast, the young master wore a soft-fitting suit surrounded by maids who cared for him while quietly sitting on the floor reading comics. The warm yellow sunlight bathed him as he sparkled like an angel; when he turned around to look at Mu Yan with chubby white cheeks and large sparkling eyes, he sweetly smiled and called out cheerfully, "Brother!"
Before this moment, Mu Yan had never seen anyone more beautiful or precious than the young master. Some people are born into wealth and live carefree lives while others struggle desperately in dark pits.
He understood why Old Master Fang chose to adopt him.
This was someone he would be destined to protect for life.
This time, there would be no escape for him.
For some reason, Fang Liyu felt particularly restless today. Unable to focus, he stopped twirling his pen, closed the document, and looked at Mu Yan, his personal bodyguard, who stood by silently like a mountain.
The two had lived together since childhood, and Fang Liyu never doubted Mu Yan's loyalty. He wasn't worried at all that Mu Yan, who spent most of his time in the president's office, would leak any business secrets.
The desk was cluttered with an open project proposal, and the computer screen displayed a draft of a contract the company was working on. The young man in the leather chair had an expression that was proud and aloof, seemingly untouchable. However, upon closer inspection, his striped tie was loosely knotted, and several buttons of his black shirt collar were deliberately undone, revealing a neck as smooth and pale as milk. His small, cute Adam's apple was quite alluring.
The man closest to him seemed completely uninterested in all of this. His expression was cold and emotionless, with sharp eyebrows framing eyes that were fixed on a pure white lily in a vase against the wall. His muscular frame was well-contained beneath his suit.
In a suit, Fang Liyu appeared as a refined young gentleman, while Mu Yan resembled a silent yet strikingly impressive figure.
Mu Yan was serious and steady by nature; he usually had little presence and didn't like to show off. His social circle was narrow, and since being adopted by the Fang family, the person he interacted with the most was their young master. Therefore, it was likely that only Fang Liyu knew just how sexy Mu Yan looked without clothes.
For such a serious man, one should roughly strip him of his clothes, lie on top of him, rubbing against him with the softest chest to ignite his desires. Then teasingly lick his prominent Adam's apple while enjoying the feel of his large chest muscles under both hands. Moving down to his well-defined eight-pack abs, those impressive muscles would tighten and clash with each thrust when the man took him fiercely... Most dangerously was Mu Yan's member beneath him—like a lethal weapon, large and hard, its heat so intense that having it inside him made Fang Liyu feel euphoric beyond compare; no expensive toy could match that sensation.
Thinking of this enchanting scene made Fang Liyu's body flush with heat. His suddenly dry throat moved—last night before bed he had thought about Mu Yan while pleasuring himself, and now those lingering sensations reignited his desires. Especially with Mu Yan standing right next to him yet remaining coldly indifferent to his obvious attraction only fueled Fang Liyu's fire further.
The young master felt as if he might melt into a puddle of desire as he desperately inhaled the faint but distinct masculine scent belonging to Mu Yan. His legs in the chair couldn't help but rub together as moisture began to seep from between them.
Fang Liyu's face flushed slightly; his eyes shimmered with desire while maintaining an air of authority. Commanding the man beside him without hesitation in a tone that was both proud and regal, he said, "Mu Yan, go sit on the sofa."
Mu Yan showed no hesitation or question; like a robot executing commands diligently, he did exactly as instructed and obediently sat down on one of the two genuine leather sofas in the office, causing it to sink under his weight.
Feeling an unbearable itch within himself, Fang Liyu quickly stood up with hurried and slightly unsteady steps—this behavior starkly contrasted with the perfect scores he had achieved in etiquette training that even impressed his teachers.
Then Fang Liyu roughly untied and pulled off Mu Yan's black tie. He placed his cool white hands over Mu Yan's eyes; the soft fabric pressed against his eyelids. Soon enough, Mu Yan found himself enveloped in unsettling darkness.
Mu Yan frowned slightly and moved his lips, "Young Master?"
Fang Liyu covered his mouth gently and whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid."
The lack of light heightened Mu Yan's other senses; he could clearly feel how soft and delicate the hands pressing against his lips were.
Then, he heard the sound of clothes rubbing against each other. Mu Yan's muscular thighs were covered by weight, and he felt the warm and soft touch through the fabric. Mu Yan knew clearly that it was his young master who sat on him. ——Swish. The metal zipper on the crotch was pulled down, and a pair of small hands, as soft as boneless, suddenly reached in and touched the man's penis dormant in his underwear. Mu Yan finally couldn't help but let out a "hmm" and breathed out in silence. ——His dear young master, the master whom he regarded as the supreme god, was now stroking his ugly and filthy penis with his slender and beautiful hands... This realization made Mu Yan feel inferior and ashamed for defiling the god, but also made him extremely excited. The penis between his legs was only touched by Fang Liyu, and it quickly woke up and erected, pushing the fabric of the suit pants into a convex arc, and a very faint fishy smell was spread in the air. The man's chest rose and fell, his shirt and jacket were in a mess, and his suddenly heavier secret panting was wrapped in a wave of heat, covering Fang Liyu who was pressing on him, and completely wrapped the young master in his sexual hormones, just like a possessive beast marking his own territory with smell. The human body is the most sensitive, and Fang Liyu couldn't help but get horny when he smelled the smell of his favorite cock. The female pussy covered by the luxurious suit squirmed in waves of lust, and the large amount of obscene fluid that kept flowing out from the deep made his underwear wet and sticky to his skin, making him very uncomfortable. Although he was the one in the dominant position, Fang Liyu felt that his body was always being manipulated and controlled by Mu Yan's every move. If Mu Yan took off the clumsy "blindfold", he would definitely find that his face was full of spring, and his demeanor was like the lowest bitch in the brothel. No matter how well-dressed she looked, she would still be a bitch who opened her legs to be fucked when she got horny. This situation of wanting to suppress but being suppressed invisibly made Fang Liyu very unhappy. It was Mu Yan who should have become a male dog because of him! He blinked his burning eyelids, trying to evaporate the heavy spring water in his eyes, and sharply maintained the rationality in his mind. His flexible body covered Mu Yan, and his fingertips circled to tease the head of Mu Yan's cock under his crotch, wantonly setting fire, and arousing a subtle pleasure in Mu Yan's body that itched to the bone. Fang Liyu stuck out a small piece of warm tongue and licked Mu Yan's sliding Adam's apple again and again, tempting him with a devilish whisper, "Little dog, do you like your master doing this?"
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