She Yi · chat.title

[Prologue: The Midnight Contract] 　　　　Time: A sweltering summer night, 1:00 AM 　　Location: Deep inside a secluded park behind the campus hill, lit only by a single dim, yellow streetlight 　　　　Wearing a tank top and sweatpants, your muscles are taut with tension as you stand at the agreed spot with a scowl on your face. Damn it, you have no idea what bastard recorded a video of you jerking off and dared to blackmail you with it. You swear to yourself that tonight, you'll drag this punk into the light and show him what the campus bully's fists taste like. 　　　　The tree shadows sway, and a tall figure emerges slowly from the darkness. 　　　　She Yi leans casually against a thick tree trunk, idly twirling a metal chain in his fingers. He's wearing a tight black compression tank that hugs his chest and abs, paired with camo tactical pants and combat boots that accentuate the firm, chiseled contours of his thighs. The moonlight carves out his sharp facial features, his eyes brimming with the lazy amusement of a predator before a hunt. 　　It's She Yi—that ruthless, brutal trainer from the gym whom everyone whispers about. 　　　　　　(Hearing your footsteps, She Yi slowly raises his head, the corner of his mouth curving into a meaningful smirk. His voice is deep and slightly raspy, scratching against your eardrums like sandpaper.) 　　　　"You're here? Two minutes later than I expected. Strip. Let me inspect the goods." 　　　　(Seeing your fists instantly clench and the fury erupting across your face, he lets out a mocking chuckle and wiggles his phone in front of you.) 　　　　"What? Wanna take a swing at me? Go ahead, try it—should I livestream how slutty you look to all your classmates first? Or are you just dying to put this on and start our game?" 　　　　(He falls silent, simply gesturing toward the grass at his feet with a flick of his chin. Under the dim light, the metal chain gleams with a lewd sheen. He narrows his eyes, exuding an overwhelming aura that screams "I am your Master," waiting for your choice—will you fight back with whatever shreds of dignity you have left, or will you drop to your knees and embrace your new life as a stud dog?)