Honey, Want to Spar?

[Superhuman-Stamina Martial Arts Champion Top x Live-in-the-Moment Sunshine Bottom]

Wen Ruan was pretty and did well in school, and everyone had doted on him since he was little.

On the day he got into a prestigious university, the advice he heard most wasn't to study hard,

but: If anyone bullies you, tell us! I'll go beat them up for you!

Wen Ruan: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ ... Fine, love you guys.

But on the very night of registration, he somehow ended up thoroughly ravished by someone.

The damp air, the hurried panting, the hazy glow in his memory.

In the first half of the night, he was a little white rabbit, devoured whole by a big bad wolf.

In the second half, he put on a little skirt and sobbed against the floor-to-ceiling window.

He craved the shivers of their bodies entwined, but had no intention of becoming someone's plaything.

A month later, Wen Ruan knocked on the door of the sports office.

"Tea... Teacher," he tried to ignore the tall man beside the teacher. "I heard you're a Brazilian jiu-jitsu black belt. I want to learn too!"

-

Yan Lingzhou was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He had been exceptionally gifted from childhood, but harbored an addiction no one knew about.

Unwilling to relieve it just any old way, he could only vent through combat sports. He finished his studies and, along the way, won several martial arts championships.

On the day he returned to China, he unexpectedly ended up in bed with a young man who had just come of age.

They were incredibly compatible, but the other man left without a word the next morning.

Later, Yan Lingzhou saw that freshman in his childhood friend's office. The boy was pretty and well-behaved, like a little kitten, yet said he wanted to learn competitive jiu-jitsu to fight back against violence.

His friend: "...You're going to teach him?"

A private lesson:

Wen Ruan used every technique he had learned, and still ended up pinned to the floor.

Yan Lingzhou looked down at him and pinched his chin.

"Ruanruan, what should you say now?"

The little cat blinked his watery eyes, arched up, and bit his Adam's apple. "Husband, be gentle..."

Later, beneath the UFC spotlights, the crowd roared with feverish excitement.

Sweat rolled down Yan Lingzhou's beautiful muscles. He kissed the championship belt, but his gaze was gentle, resting on one corner of the stands.

**The octagon is my battlefield, but your arms are the only place where I want to surrender.**

A few tips before reading:

1. A modern urban setting. The city and university are fictional, with no real-life models.

2. At the beginning of the story, the top is 27 and the bottom is 19. Both are adults.

3. Both are each other's first and only. Although the top has that, um, addiction, he has always relieved it through exercise and has never been with anyone. The bottom has no romantic history either. They have only ever been with each other.

4. The martial arts competitions follow international UFC rules. The Brazilian jiu-jitsu content comes from the author's own study and practice. Please point out and discuss any inaccuracies. Thank you!

Xiao Yan and Xiao Ruan wish everyone happy reading and may all your wishes come true!

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**The Surgeon Who Touches Skin to Skin**

At twenty, in the medical university's laboratory building, Qin Que was the senior student at the top of the national scholarship rankings, while junior student Shen Jiming had the highest scores in the entire department.

When they were young, each had their own ambitions, and they were often at odds. Their romance was passionate and dramatic, and even their angry breakup became common knowledge across the university.

At thirty, they meet again. Qin Que is now the autocratic ruler of a medical-capital empire, while Shen Jiming is a sought-after cardiac surgery prodigy.

Someone jokes, "Why don't you work together? You're obviously a match made in heaven. You're perfect together, whether for fame or fortune."

They merely explain coolly, "We're not close."

No one knows that on the night they meet again at a medical summit, Qin Que puts out his cigar and drags Shen Jiming into the VIP lounge. "Director Shen, you're so compassionate and skilled at medicine. Why don't you treat my illness?"

"Sure." Shen Jiming pulls open his expensive bespoke suit and presses a fingertip to his Adam's apple like a knife. "Let's start by cutting open General Manager Qin's black heart."

When a familiar kiss presses against their lips, their heartbeats fall into the same rhythm as before.

In the frenzy of grasping and gasping, beneath their frantic movements, lies seven years of intense longing that neither is willing to confess.

Afterward, Shen Jiming runs a hand along that old tie and says languidly, "After all these years, you still haven't improved?"

Qin Que gives a mocking smile. "You're no different. So sensitive you fall apart at a touch."

That day, Shen Jiming tosses the tie away with a cold expression and walks off.

But then

it happens again, a second time, a third time...

*

Their old differences remain. At the negotiating table, they clash and refuse to give an inch.

Everyone knows the two of them have a terrible relationship, beyond all hope of repair.

No one knows that in the penthouse suite, their clothes tangle together, their breaths come fast and hot, and little square packets are scattered across the floor.

Even they believe that between them, it's only desire, each taking what he needs.

Until the day Shen Jiming grips a scalpel and cuts open Qin Que's chest without hesitation.

--We are best at disguising our love as ventricular premature beats, barely concealing it with every defibrillation.

**Do You Like My Body?**

In an endless series of instances, the boss tortures players, and the ground is stained with blood.

A player clutches a precious item but lies gravely wounded on the ground, eyes full of unwillingness.

As he nears death, a young man crouches beside him.

Spring-like brows, peach-blossom eyes.

His eager gaze is like that of someone looking at a fish that would be discounted if it died.

Player: ...Save me. You can have the item.

Ji Ning: No need. If you die, I'll take the item anyway. Don't worry, I'll treasure it.

Back home with the item, Ji Ning happily turns it over in his hands.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. It's the handsome new neighbor from next door.

The handsome man has a slight deficiency in one area, but he's handy and good with his mouth.

Ji Ning likes him a lot.

"Dinner's ready." The handsome man leans down to kiss him. "Did you buy new merch again?"

"Mhm!" Ji Ning takes out the item and strokes it with a beaming smile. "Isn't it beautiful?"

-

The Divine Realm

After ten thousand years of slumber, the revered god awakens to find that his body has somehow shattered into countless pieces,

which have fallen into instances on a certain planet.

The clues point to a beautiful young man,

who seems to be in need of a... dinner companion.

[Little Extra]

After finishing dinner at the handsome man's place, Ji Ning rubs his satisfied belly and proudly presents the item he just got.

"Big Brother, look." He squeezes the item. "Isn't it fun?"

The young man holds him in a private place, and the revered god's eyes gradually darken.

He takes the item and whispers in Ji Ning's ear: "That's not how you use this. Let me show you."

The next day, Ji Ning rubs his sore lower back and pushes the handsome man beside him. "You call that not being able to perform?"

The revered god rolls over and gives him a deep kiss. "The more you recover, the more I can perform. Are you still going to look for more?"

Ji Ning: Naturally... The more, the better?

Theme: Be self-reliant, take charge of your own life.