黑帮三三

The sea air was thick with salt and diesel as the cargo ship eased into the dock at YeDong City's southern harbor. The island city rose behind it, a jagged silhouette of glass towers and neon against the gray afternoon sky, the border between China and Korea blurred into something entirely its own on Black Gold Island.

On the bow of the ship, two figures stood apart from the crew. Yi Meier let the wind catch her long honey-brown waves, her tall frame silhouetted against the fading light. At 175 centimeters, she towered over most men on the ship, her body curving in all the right places beneath a fitted black blazer and matching trousers. Her chest rose and fell gently as she watched the dock approach, her expression serene but watchful. There was a maternal warmth in her wide eyes, a softness that belied the steel beneath.

Beside her, Li Qing adjusted the collar of his jacket for the third time. He was called Gui Yi by those close to him—Little Tortoise—and he had never quite grown into the name. At 170 centimeters, he stood a full five centimeters shorter than his fiancée, his frame lean to the point of frailty. His face was boyish, almost delicate, and his hands fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve as he looked toward the wharf.

"You're nervous," Yi Meier said without turning her head.

"I'm not nervous. I'm evaluating."

"You've adjusted your jacket six times since we passed the breakwater."

Li Qing stopped mid-motion and let his hands drop. "It's my first time on the island. Father has always handled the YeDong operations from the mainland. I want to make a proper impression."

Yi Meier turned then, and the tenderness in her gaze was enough to still his fidgeting completely. She reached out and straightened his collar herself, her fingers lingering just a moment against his neck. "You'll do fine. The Park family needs us more than we need them. That gives us leverage, not pressure."

He looked up at her—he always had to look up—and managed a small smile. "You're right. As always."

"I know." She winked, and the formality between them cracked open into something warmer, something that had been growing since they were children playing in the courtyards of their fathers' compounds.

The gangplank lowered with a groan of metal against concrete. Park Dae-geun was already waiting at the bottom, his stocky frame unmistakable even from a distance. He stood barely 155 centimeters tall, but his shoulders were broad and his neck thick, the kind of build that came from years of manual labor before he ever picked up a gun. His face was plain, almost ugly—a squashed nose, a heavy brow, a scar cutting through his left eyebrow from a knife fight in his twenties. But his eyes were sharp and his posture respectful as he stepped forward to meet them.

"Welcome. Both of you." His voice was rougher than expected, a smoker's rasp coated in sincerity. "I've arranged accommodation at a seaside inn. Not the finest on the island, but private and comfortable. I trust it will suit."

Yi Meier descended first, her heels clicking against the wooden planks. She extended her hand, and Park Dae-geun shook it firmly, his grip rough against her smooth palm. "Thank you, Mr. Park. We appreciate the hospitality."

"Please, call me Dae-geun. We are equals here, or we will be soon enough."

Li Qing followed, offering a nod rather than a handshake. "A pleasure to finally meet you. My father speaks well of your family's recent progress."

A flicker of pride crossed Park Dae-geun's weathered face. "Your father is kind. We have worked hard to earn our place at this table."

They walked toward a black sedan waiting at the edge of the pier. The driver held the door open, and the three of them slid into the back seat, Yi Meier in the middle with Li Qing on her left and Park Dae-geun on her right. The car pulled away from the docks, winding through narrow streets lined with seafood restaurants and pawn shops, the smell of grilling octopus drifting through the cracked windows.

Park Dae-geun cleared his throat. "I will speak plainly. The Takegumi has overstepped. They arrived three months ago, claiming they would handle the underground contracts that my family has managed for two generations. They have threatened our suppliers, undercut our prices, and attacked two of our storehouses. My father—" He paused, his jaw tightening. "My father was ambushed last week. A knife to the kidney. He will survive, but he will not lead again. I am acting boss now, and I do not have the luxury of patience."

Yi Meier listened without interrupting, her hands folded in her lap. When he finished, she turned to face him fully. "The Qinglong Gang has noted the Takegumi's movements. They have been expanding beyond their traditional territory in Japan for the last five years. YeDong is not their first attempt at infiltration, but it may be their boldest. We need more information before we commit to an alliance."

"We can provide information," Park Dae-geun said quickly. "Our people have eyes on their operations. We know their schedules, their drop points, their weak spots. All we need is backup. Muscle. Numbers. The Qinglong and Xuanwu gangs together could crush them before they take root."

Li Qing spoke up, his voice softer but steady. "I understand your urgency, brother. Truly. But the Qinglong Gang is still the largest force on this island. The Takegumi will think twice before making a direct move against them. We have time to observe, to plan, to strike when the moment is right. Rushing into an alliance without proper intelligence would be a mistake."

Park Dae-geun's hands gripped his knees, the knuckles whitening. "Time is a luxury my family does not have."

"And yet," Yi Meier interjected gently, "rushing would serve no one. Not you, not us. Let us see the island. Let us meet our people. Let us breathe the air and understand the ground we are standing on. Then we will talk again."

There was a long silence in the car. Park Dae-geun stared out the window at the passing streets, his reflection ghostly against the glass. Finally, he exhaled slowly, his shoulders dropping a fraction. "Fine. I will take you to your people first. Then to the inn. Enjoy the island. I will wait."

The sedan turned down a wider boulevard, the buildings growing taller and cleaner as they entered the commercial district. Signs in Chinese and Korean alternated, sometimes stacked on the same building, sometimes merging into a hybrid script that belonged only to YeDong. The car stopped in front of a modest office building, its facade unremarkable but its windows tinted black.

"The Qinglong and Xuanwu offices are on the third and fourth floors," Park Dae-geun said. "I will wait here."

Yi Meier and Li Qing stepped out together. They spent an hour inside, meeting with the mid-level managers who ran the day-to-day operations on the island. The reports were routine—shipments on schedule, payments collected, no major disturbances. But there was a tension in the air that neither of them missed. The underlings spoke in lowered voices, their eyes darting toward the windows as if expecting trouble. The Takegumi's shadow had already stretched further than Park Dae-geun had implied.

When they emerged, the sky had deepened to a bruised purple, the first stars blinking above the city lights. Park Dae-geun drove them to the inn without further discussion.

The inn sat on a cliff overlooking the sea, a traditional Korean-style building renovated with modern amenities. Wooden beams crossed the ceiling, and paper screens filtered the dim light from within. Their room was spacious, with a low bed against one wall, a private bath, and a window that opened onto the sound of waves crashing against rocks below.

"It's not the Grand Glass Hotel," Park Dae-geun said from the doorway. "That was my first choice, but they are under renovation. When they reopen, I will host you properly. A feast fit for the future of this island."

"We look forward to it," Yi Meier said.

Park Dae-geun bowed once, short and formal, then turned and walked back to his car. The headlights swept across the inn's facade before disappearing down the coastal road.

Inside the room, Li Qing collapsed onto the bed, the springs groaning under his slight weight. He grabbed the remote and flicked through channels, settling on a nature documentary about deep-sea fish. On the screen, a lanternfish glowed in the abyssal dark.

Yi Meier slipped into the bathroom, the sound of water running filling the quiet space. Steam curled under the door as she undressed, her shadow moving behind the frosted glass. When she emerged, she wore black lace—a sheer chemise that clung to every curve, the fabric barely concealing the full swell of her breasts and the dark triangle below her waist. Her hair was damp, clinging to her shoulders and the nape of her neck.

She crossed to the bed and flopped down beside him with a theatrical sigh, the mattress bouncing under her weight. The chemise rode up, exposing the smooth curve of her hip. She stretched her long legs, pointing her toes, then rolled onto her side to face him.

"Tired?" she asked, her voice a low purr.

"Exhausted." He didn't look away from the television.

She reached over and took the remote from his hand, clicking the TV off. The room fell into silence, broken only by the distant rhythm of the tide. She propped herself up on one elbow, her hair falling forward to brush against his cheek.

"You know what I love about this island?"

"What?"

"The air. It's different here. Saltier. Freer." She traced a finger down his chest, over his shirt buttons. "Makes me want to do things I don't usually do."

His breath hitched, and she felt it through her fingertip. She leaned down and kissed him, slow and deliberate, her lips parting against his. When she pulled back, his eyes were glazed, his cheeks flushed.

She slid her hand lower, over his belt, and found the soft bulge beneath his trousers. He was already half-hard, but she knew what was waiting—the same as always, small even at full arousal. Eight centimeters at most, thin as her pinkie finger.

She didn't mind. She never had.

She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, then his boxers. His cock stood upright, barely longer than the width of her palm, and she smiled at it the same way she smiled at his face—with genuine warmth, with affection that had nothing to do with size or performance.

"Let me take care of you," she whispered, and lowered her head.

She took him in her mouth completely, her lips sealed around the base, her tongue working the underside with practiced gentleness. He gasped, his hands flying to her hair, his fingers tangling in the damp waves. She bobbed slowly, savoring the way his hips twitched, the way his breath came in short, sharp bursts.

"Ahh... Mei'er..." His voice cracked.

She hummed around him, and he shuddered.

After a few minutes, she pulled away and straddled him, her knees planted on either side of his hips. She reached down and guided him to her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her wet folds. She sank down slowly, her eyes closing as he slid inside her. He disappeared into her depth—she could barely feel him past the first few centimeters, but she didn't chase deeper. She rocked her hips, grinding in shallow circles, her clit pressing against his pubic bone with each motion.

He watched her through half-lidded eyes, his face slack with pleasure. His hands found her waist, gripping the black lace, his thumbs stroking her hipbones.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed.

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest, her mouth near his ear. "And you're mine. All mine."

His hips bucked upward, and a thin moan escaped his throat. She rode him slowly, steadily, her breath hot against his neck. Five minutes passed, maybe ten—neither of them was counting. Then his body went rigid, his back arching, a strangled cry tearing from his lips.

"I'm... ahh... I'm—"

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After shaking off the pursuit, the fuel gauges on both boats were sinking fast. Park Dae-geun's little fishing trawler had barely enough to putter along, while Yi Mei'er's luxury yacht still had some reserve. She had Dae-geun toss a towline, and the big white yacht dragged the rusty trawler through the choppy gray sea. Neither of them knew exactly where they were—just open water, no landmarks, no radio chatter except static.

Dae-geun stood at the bow of his trawler, squinting through a battered pair of binoculars. The lens was scratched, but he could make out a dark smudge on the horizon. He adjusted the focus and saw it clearly: a small island, rocky and green with vegetation. It didn't look like much, and it wasn't on any chart he had handy. He keyed the radio.

"Yi Mei'er, you see that? Looks like an island. Uninhabited, I think. I've heard of Sea Serpent Island—way off the shipping lanes, nothing but snakes and scrub."

Yi Mei'er's voice crackled back. "I see it. Our fuel won't take us much further. Let's head in—there should be a natural harbor on the lee side."

They guided the two vessels into a calm, curved inlet sheltered by steep cliffs. The contrast was stark: Yi Mei'er's gleaming white yacht, all sleek lines and tinted windows, floated next to Dae-geun's grimy trawler with its peeling paint and patched nets. The two boats bobbed side by side, almost touching, as if they needed each other to stay afloat.

Once the engines cut, silence fell. Yi Mei'er stepped onto the deck of her yacht and raised the radio again.

"Li Qing, come in. We've landed on a small island—Sea Serpent Island. When can you pick us up?"

A pause, then Li Qing's voice came through, tight with frustration. "I'm afraid it won't be soon. The Chikuzu gang sent thugs to block all the fuel points on Black Gold Island. I can't get a boat out. I'm waiting for headquarters to dispatch a large vessel from the Xuanwu Gang. That'll take at least three days. But there's good news: I heard that the Dàmén Gang sabotaged Chikuzu's ships. They can't attack you on the water anymore. How are you and Brother Dae-geun holding up?"

"We're fine," Yi Mei'er said. "Don't worry about us. Just get here when you can." She clicked off before Li Qing could ask more.

She tossed a duffel bag onto the trawler's deck and climbed over herself. She had only what she'd grabbed on the yacht—a white blouse and a black skirt that were now wrinkled and slightly damp from sea spray. She changed quickly, then jumped onto the trawler.

Dae-geun met her on the deck. "Let's see what this island has."

They stepped onto a narrow, sandy beach. A faint path led inland, but it was nearly swallowed by wild grass that grew waist-high on either side. They pushed through the blades, which whipped at their ankles. After fifty yards, the path opened to a small clearing. In the center stood a wooden cabin with a rusted tin roof. The door hung open on one hinge. Inside, the room was bare—a collapsed cot, a cold fireplace filled with ash and leaves, a few empty cans scattered on the floor. Dust layered everything. No one had been here in years.

"Just us," Dae-geun said.

Yi Mei'er nodded slowly. "Seems that way."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, they gathered driftwood and built a fire on the beach. The flames crackled and spat sparks into the darkening sky. Yi Mei'er sat cross-legged on the sand, her arms wrapped around her knees. Dae-geun sat opposite her, poking the fire with a stick.

"Why did you come for me?" Yi Mei'er asked, her voice quiet but steady. "You could have gone with Li Qing. You could have escaped in a different direction."

Dae-geun looked at the fire, not at her. "I figured the Chikuzu gang wanted you dead. They wanted to cripple the Blue Dragon Gang. I know those bastards—I know what they're capable of. I had to protect you." He paused, his voice growing rough. "And the truth is, I have feelings for you. I always have."

Before he could finish, Yi Mei'er leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was sudden, fierce, and hungry. Dae-geun dropped the stick and cupped her face with both hands. The kiss deepened—tongues met, tasted, tangled. The firelight flickered across their faces as they strained closer, breathing hard. They kissed for a long, aching minute, then pulled apart, gasping.

Yi Mei'er's eyes were bright. "I've spent my whole life being steady for the gang. Li Qing has loved me since we were kids. I've always looked after him, protected him. He sees me as a lover, but I see him as a younger brother. I thought I had to marry him—to seal the alliance between the Blue Dragon and Xuanwu. It was my duty." She swallowed. "But you—you risked your life for me, just to keep me safe. And I... I think I like you. I've tried to bury it, to not think about it, but—"

"Yi Mei'er." Dae-geun took her hand. "I know. And that's what I love about you. Even if you marry Li Qing, I don't care. I just want a place in your heart. Not just the gang, not just duty. I want you to love me. I love you, Yi Mei'er. I love you, queen of the Blue Dragon."

Her hesitation melted. She stood, pulled off her blouse, then her skirt. Under the stars, she stood naked, her full breasts catching the firelight. Without a word, she turned and walked toward the abandoned cabin. At the door, she looked back over her shoulder—a clear, silent invitation.

Dae-geun rose. His erection was already stiff beneath his pants. He followed her.

Inside the dusty cabin, they came together with raw passion. He pressed her against the wall, then turned her around, gripping her hips as he entered her from behind. She gasped and arched her back, then turned her head to kiss him. He reached around and cupped her breasts, squeezing firmly. She moaned and reached one hand back to grasp his neck, while the other hand spread her own cheek, trying to accommodate his girth.

Thirty minutes later, Dae-geun climaxed. A thick, hot flood of semen filled her. Yi Mei'er shuddered, her whole body trembling, a cry escaping her lips. The ejaculation seemed to last forever—a long, pulsing three minutes before he was spent.

Then she sank to her knees, a lascivious smile spreading across her face. She took him in her mouth, working with love and abandon. Within minutes, his manhood was hard again, ready.

The second round began.

An hour later, after a third climax, Dae-geun whispered, "Let's go to the boat."

He scooped Yi Mei'er into his arms and carried her down to the beach, across the sand, and onto his little fishing trawler. She kissed his face the whole way—his cheeks, his jaw, his lips. He laid her on the narrow bunk in the cabin.

The small boat began to rock as they made love again and again. The night was filled with her cries—not of pain, but of joy unbound.

They didn't stop until dawn. By the time the sun rose, Dae-geun had come inside her more than a dozen times. Exhausted, they collapsed together on the bunk.

At ten o'clock the next morning, Dae-geun woke slowly to the smell of fresh sea air. Something warm pressed against his lips. He opened his eyes to find Yi Mei'er leaning over him, a plate of fruit and bread in one hand, a gentle smile on her face.

She kissed his forehead. "Sun's burning your ass, sleepyhead."

Dae-geun grinned, reaching up to touch her cheek. "Worth it."

The radio crackled with Li Qing's voice. "Yi Mei'er, listen to me. My boat needs some paperwork before it can set sail. Can you wait another five days?"

"Mmh~ mmh~ boh boh ah~" Yi Mei'er's words came out muffled as she continued working her mouth around Pu Dagen's erect cock.

Li Qing's voice turned puzzled. "Huh? What are you eating?"

Yi Mei'er's eyes shot wide as she suddenly remembered what she was doing. Panic hit her, but she forced her voice steady, pulling back just enough to speak. "Ah, it's like this—I'm eating a popsicle on my yacht. I can't stop, or it'll melt. Let me just eat while we talk."

"Oh, that's what it is," Li Qing said, apparently convinced.

"Are you stocked on supplies?" he asked.

"Mmh~ yeah~ slurp~ mmh, so big—" Yi Mei'er's voice hitched as she took him deeper. "Ah, yes, the supplies are plenty big. I mean, the supplies are enough."

They talked for a while longer, discussing logistics and plans. Through it all, the wet, sucking sounds of her mouth against Pu Dagen's flesh punctuated her replies. Finally, Li Qing seemed satisfied that everything was fine on her end and hung up.

On that deserted island, far from the eyes of the world, the two of them confirmed what had been growing between them. But this was a secret that would follow them home—a forever truth that the Li family could never know.

They wandered the island together, exploring its untouched beaches and hidden coves. Pu Dagen sat on the warm sand, took a long drink from a fresh coconut, then turned to bury his face in Yi Mei'er's breast, taking her nipple into his mouth. She gasped softly and let him, stroking his hair as he suckled. She had fallen for him completely, and in her newfound love, she gave him free rein over her body. Her fingers wandered down to play with his cock, stroking its length as he feasted on her.

They fucked in the open air, the sun warming their skin. Later, they moved to the bow of her massive yacht, making love with the ocean stretching endlessly before them. When night fell, they kissed deeply under the stars, their mouths searching and hungry. Even showering became a shared ritual, steam rising around their tangled limbs.

"You're terrible," Yi Mei'er pouted playfully, her voice a soft whine. "You just can't stop."

Days passed like this, their bodies rarely apart. When Yi Mei'er emerged from the cabin in a white one-piece bikini, she struck a pose. "Well? Do you like it?"

Pu Dagen crossed to her in three quick strides and scooped her into his arms. Yi Mei'er let out an excited scream, throwing her arms around his neck as they both laughed.

They were inseparable, glued to each other in every waking moment and every sleeping one too.

Then, after several days, Li Qing arrived with a refueling ship. Yi Mei'er and Pu Dagen greeted him as though nothing had happened—just two friends, business associates, nothing more. Yi Mei'er walked up to Li Qing and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'm so glad you came."

Pu Dagen clapped him on the shoulder. "I thought I was going to go full caveman out here, Brother Li. Thank heavens you showed up—I can finally go home."

The three of them fell back into their usual rhythm, the easy camaraderie showing no cracks. No one could have guessed what had transpired on that island.

One month later, Li Qing and Yi Mei'er stood at the altar. Their wedding was a grand affair, a union that declared the eternal friendship between the Qinglong Gang and the Xuanwu Gang. When Pu Dagen approached the bride, he smiled warmly.

"Congratulations," he said, his eyes trailing over her white dress. "And you look stunning."

Yi Mei'er thanked him with a polite nod.

After the ceremony, it was expected that the husband would escort his new wife home. But an urgent matter at the Xuanwu Gang's outpost called Li Qing away. He turned to the one man he trusted completely. "Pu Dagen, would you mind driving Yi Mei'er home for me?"

"Of course, Brother. It's no trouble."

The car rolled through the city streets, Yi Mei'er seated in the back in her beautiful wedding gown. When they reached a deserted stretch of road, Pu Dagen checked the mirrors, saw no one, and turned the wheel sharply toward a nearby reed field.

The car came to a stop.

A moment later, it began to rock.

Inside, Yi Mei'er was in his arms, her veil tossed aside as they kissed with desperate hunger. "Ah," Pu Dagen breathed against her lips, "you look so beautiful in this dress. Incredible."

"Like it?" she asked, her voice breathless.

"More than you know."

They made love for an hour before Pu Dagen finally drove her home.

Days later, Yi Mei'er sat with Li Qing at a café, laughing and chatting like any happy couple. The secret between her and Pu Dagen remained buried deep.

That evening, Yi Mei'er emerged from their bedroom dressed in a stunning red gown. The fabric parted high on her thigh, revealing a black lace garter belt beneath. The plunging neckline showed off the full curve of her pale breasts. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Li Qing looked up from his book. "Dressed so grandly? Where are you off to?"

"Oh!" Yi Mei'er smoothed the fabric over her hips. "The Damen Gang is celebrating their fortieth anniversary tonight. I was invited."

"Ah, I see," Li Qing said, returning to his reading. "Be careful on the road."

He was so trusting. So simple.

Beneath the Waldorf Astoria, in a secret meeting hall, Pu Dagen and Yi Mei'er embraced. Their kiss was deep and searching, years' worth of hunger packed into a single night.

They made love for five straight hours in the opulent bed upstairs.

"Mmh," Yi Mei'er murmured, her body limp and satisfied, "stay with me a little longer."

Pu Dagen rolled over, pinning her beneath him. "Tonight, I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

"Now that's more like it," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

His phone buzzed. Then hers.

Yi Mei'er answered, her voice instantly shifting into the commanding tone of a gang leader. "Hello? Ah, Second Sister, what's wrong? No one picked you up at the dock?"

Pu Dagen leaned close and whispered, "I can send my younger brother, Pu Jingshuo, to pick her up. What's your sister's name?"

"Yi Ke'er," she replied.

He made a quick call, giving instructions, then set the phone aside. Without missing a beat, he turned back to Yi Mei'er, and they continued their night.

Pu Jingshuo knew nothing. To him, Pu Dagen and Yi Mei'er were simply gang leaders with a working relationship. Yi Ke'er also believed her sister and brother-in-law were a normal, loving couple. The truth of what burned between Yi Mei'er and Pu Dagen remained locked away.

Their story, for now, reached its pause.

But ahead, the tale of Yi Ke'er, Li Tianhe, and Pu Jingshuo awaited—a story for another chapter.

The afternoon sun hung low over the gray waters of Heidong Island, casting long shadows across the docks of Yedong City. Park Jung-seok wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as he steered his black sedan through the narrow streets toward the port. At twenty-eight, he was a compact powerhouse—158 centimeters of dense muscle, his face unremarkable, almost plain, with a slight ugliness that made him look older than his years. He was the second-in-command of Daemun, the Korean gang that controlled this part of the island, acting as co-leader alongside his older brother, Park Dae-geun.

His phone buzzed against the dashboard. He snatched it up, grunting an acknowledgment.

"Jung-seok hyung," came the voice of one of his younger henchmen, breathless with excitement. "I found a real beauty for you. A whore, fresh off the boat. You want to sample her? She's got legs that go forever, tits like melons—"

Park Jung-seok cut him off. "Not today. I'm heading to the dock. Got a pickup."

"A pickup? Hey, that's perfect. She's at the dock too. Some mix-up with her directions. You could take a quick look, hyung. Just eyeball her. See if she's worth the money."

He considered it. The ferry from the mainland was still an hour out, according to the schedule. He had time. And if the woman was truly beautiful, he could send her to his private villa—the Second Division headquarters, though it was just his personal mansion—and have her wait for him after the meeting. A little anticipation made the reward sweeter. A grin spread across his face, revealing crooked teeth.

"Fine. I'll check her out. But if she's ugly, I'm docking your pay."

"Aish, hyung, you won't be disappointed!"

He pulled into the dock parking lot, killed the engine, and stepped out. The sea air hit him, salty and thick. He adjusted his jacket, walking with the confident swagger of a man who ran half the city's underworld.

And then he saw her.

She stood alone at the edge of the pier, a figure that seemed to suck the light from the surroundings. Her height was striking—at least 176 centimeters, nearly twenty centimeters taller than him. Hair black as polished obsidian fell straight past her shoulders, framing a face that was both sharp and disarmingly beautiful. Her eyes cut through the distance like blades, focused and intense, yet holding a depth that could hypnotize a man. Her body was constructed for sin: a full, heaving chest that strained against the fabric of a high-slit black cheongsam, the split climbing almost to her hip, revealing long legs sheathed in black silk. The dress's neckline plunged, showing the north hemisphere of her breasts, pressed so tightly together that the cleft between them was a dark, tantalizing line.

Park Jung-seok felt his blood rush south. This had to be the whore his man had found. Who else would dress like that at a dock? He approached, his grin widening.

She saw him coming and opened her mouth. "You're here. I—"

He silenced her with a single finger pressed to her lips, savoring the softness. "I know you're waiting for me. I've been waiting too. But tonight, I have other business first. Listen, here's the address for my Second Division—it's just a big villa, only me there. Take the key." He fished a spare key from his pocket and slipped it into the small purse she carried, not waiting for her reaction. "Make yourself at home. Better yet, take a shower and wait for me. Okay, baby?"

He slid his hand onto her shoulder, pulling her closer. Her body stiffened. He didn't notice; his lust was a fog. His hand slid down, cupping her full breast through the silk.

Her eyes flared. A cold, murderous fury replaced the initial surprise. Without a word, she seized his wrist and twisted.

The crack of bone was loud in the sea breeze.

Park Jung-seok roared in agony, collapsing to one knee as she held his arm in a lock that sent lightning bolts of pain up to his shoulder. "Agh! Damn it! Let go! Even if you don't want to service me, you don't break a customer's arm!"

Her voice was ice. "I am Yi Ke'er of the Qinglong Gang. No one has ever dared to treat me so disrespectfully. I should leave you with a permanent reminder of your mistake."

The name hit him like a cold wave. Yi Ke'er. The second-in-command of the Chinese Qinglong Gang, right under her sister, Yi Meier. The woman his brother had specifically warned him to receive with utmost courtesy. His stomach dropped.

"You—you're Yi Ke'er?" he stammered, still on his knees. "I thought you were... Look, I'm sorry. My name is Park Jung-seok. I'm the acting boss of Daemun, Dae-geun's brother. I'm your escort. My brother ordered me to bring you in personally. Please, let me go. It was a mistake."

She released him with a contemptuous shove. He scrambled to his feet, brushing off his jacket, trying to compose himself with dignity that had long fled.

"So you're the contact my sister mentioned," she said, her tone flat.

He straightened his tie. "Welcome to Yedong City, Miss Yi. That was all a misunderstanding. I'm actually quite a proper gentleman. I hope you don't judge me by that."

At that moment, a heavy footfall approached. Park Jung-seok's henchman appeared, dragging a garishly painted woman by the arm. Her makeup was caked an inch thick, her dress cheap and gaudy, her face a mask of bored indifference.

"Hyung!" the henchman called out, grinning. "Sorry for the trouble. I finally found her—she got lost on the way. But here she is. What do you think? A nice piece, right? Want me to take her back to the Second Division villa for you?"

Park Jung-seok wanted the ground to swallow him whole. He covered his face with his palm, peeking through his fingers at Yi Ke'er.

She arched an eyebrow, a slow, dangerous smile curling her lips. "So. This is the proper gentleman who thinks I'm a prostitute." She let out a cold laugh. "Well, then. Get in the car. Drive me to the private beach villa that Qinglong has prepared for me. Now."

He nodded, head bowed, and scurried to open the passenger door for her. As she slid into the seat, he turned and shot a glare of pure venom at his henchman, who was still standing there with the confused whore, finally realizing the scale of his blunder. The man's face went pale.

Inside the car, the silence was heavy. Park Jung-seok drove with both hands on the wheel, his broken wrist throbbing, his pride shattered. He kept his eyes on the road.

"Miss Yi," he began, his voice tight, "I want to apologize again for the mistake. It was an unfortunate error. Please, don't let it affect the relationship between our gangs. The Daemun and Qinglong have always been allies. My brother would be very disappointed."

She didn't look at him. She stared out the window at the passing palm trees and luxury villas. "Your brother didn't send me an idiot. Perhaps he sent the wrong one."

He bit his tongue. The rest of the drive passed in excruciating silence, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, her presence a coiled serpent in the passenger seat. He knew that one wrong move could ignite a war between their organizations. And it had all started with a cheap whore and an overeager cock.

Three days later, the humid island air clung to Piao Jingshuo's skin as he walked up the cracked concrete path to the second branch of the Xuanwu Gang. The building was a run-down two-story house with peeling white paint and barred windows, a far cry from the main headquarters across the bay. He pushed open the unlocked front door and called out.

"Li Tian, Second-in-Command! You've been on the island a week now—getting used to the place yet? Looks like you and I are in the same boat, guarding our own lonely branches."

A voice came from the back room. "Wrong, Piao Jingshuo. Two people now."

Li Tian stepped into the dim light of the living room. He stood about 170 centimeters tall, lean and unremarkable, with a soft face that made him look younger than his twenty-seven years. His thin frame filled a plain white T-shirt and loose cargo shorts. He gave a small, knowing smile.

"Oh?" Piao raised an eyebrow. "That so? What woman managed to capture the heart of Li Tian, second son of the second son of the old Xuanwu boss? Must be someone special."

Before Li Tian could answer, footsteps padded down the creaking wooden stairs. A woman's voice, bright and cheerful, cut through the stale air.

"Darling, look what I found! Isn't she cute?"

Piao's heart dropped. He knew that voice.

Yi Ke'er descended into the living room, wearing a fitted olive-green OL skirt and a cream blouse, her hair cascading over one shoulder. In her arms, a scruffy gray kitten mewed softly. Her face was a mask of pure, innocent delight—until her eyes landed on Piao Jingshuo.

The smile vanished. Her expression hardened instantly, transforming into the cool, arrogant mask he remembered.

"Well, well. If it isn't Piao Jingshuo, the second boss of the Big Gate Gang." Her tone dripped with mock formality.

Li Tian glanced between them, confused. "Ah... you two know each other?"

"I was just thinking of taking you to visit the Big Gate's second branch," Piao interjected quickly, forcing a bland smile. "I can lead the way."

Yi Ke'er's lips curled into a wicked grin. "I don't think that'll be necessary. For certain reasons, I already know where it is. Isn't that right, Mr. Piao Jingshuo?"

Piao's eyes darted around the room, suddenly fascinated by a crack in the ceiling, a loose floorboard, anything but her. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

Li Tian squinted. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing," Yi Ke'er said airily, adjusting the kitten in her arms. "Just a trivial matter. It's not worth mentioning."

Li Tian considered pressing further, but the easygoing set of his shoulders relaxed. If she said it was nothing, then it was nothing. He trusted her.

"I should go," Piao muttered, and turned toward the door.

Behind him, he heard the soft sound of lips meeting cheek—once, then twice. He glanced back. Yi Ke'er and Li Tian were kissing each other's faces with open affection, his hand resting on the small of her back. The kitten squirmed between them.

Piao's face twisted. He stuck out his tongue and made a raspberry sound. "Stupid woman," he hissed, just loud enough for her to hear. "Pffft! Pffft!"

Yi Ke'er's head snapped toward him. Her eyes narrowed, and a hot flush of anger rose in her cheeks. She opened her mouth to retort, then stopped, letting out a long, frustrated sigh instead. She gave a single, indignant *hmph* and turned her back to him.

Li Tian shook his head slowly, a look of resigned amusement on his face. He didn't need to know the details to see that these two had history—bad history.

Piao slammed the door behind him.

Back in the house, Yi Ke'er took Li Tian's hand and led him up the stairs to their bedroom. The kitten hopped onto a chair and curled up. Yi Ke'er became a different person—soft, clingy, purring like the cat she'd found. She pressed herself against Li Tian, kissing his lips with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue, trying to ignite something between them.

"Let me help you relax," she whispered, and her hands found the waistband of his shorts.

She pulled them down, revealing his erect penis—about nine centimeters, modest in size. She didn't hesitate. She lowered her mouth to him, working with practiced skill, but the angle and length made it awkward. After a few minutes, she shifted, pressing her large breasts against his member, burying it entirely in her soft flesh. The tip disappeared between the mounds. She began to move, rubbing herself against him, her body rocking in a steady rhythm.

He gasped. "Ke'er..."

She climbed on top of him, guiding him inside. For several minutes she rode him wildly, her hair flying, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her body shuddered with pleasure she'd manufactured. But after six minutes, Li Tian's hips twitched, and he let out a soft groan. The ejaculation was weak—thin, watery fluid that barely reached her depths. It trickled out rather than shot.

He collapsed onto the bed, panting, his body limp. His face was pale, his limbs heavy. He needed a long rest just to recover.

Yi Ke'er lay beside him and stroked his cheek. "You did great, sweetheart. Really. Next time, you'll do even better." She kissed his cheek, her lips lingering with warmth.

He could barely nod.

Two days later, Yi Ke'er arrived at Piao Jingshuo's second branch of the Big Gate Gang—another run-down villa on the other side of the island. She walked up the cracked driveway and knocked.

Piao opened the door. His face fell.

"Well, well. What wind blew you here?" he said through gritted teeth. "And it's not a good wind. Not at all."

Yi Ke'er stood tall, her arms crossed, a confident smirk on her face. "I just wanted to see what kind of savage territory the great Piao Jingshuo calls home. A man's house says a lot about him."

"Where's your fiancé? Li Tian?"

"He's busy. I'm just taking a quick look. I'll leave soon."

Piao narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me. I need the bathroom."

He stalked away, leaving Yi Ke'er in the dusty living room. Once inside the tiny washroom, he pulled out his phone and dialed.

"Big brother," he hissed. "What the hell were you thinking? I've got a problem woman now, you know that?"

On the other end of the line, Piao Dagen was sitting in his office chair, eyes half-closed in pleasure. Yi Mei'er knelt between his legs, her mouth working diligently on his enormous erection. He let out a low groan.

"Oh... comfortable, ahh. Brother, don't worry about it. Treat this as training. I'm ordering you as your elder brother—control your temper. Oooh... oooh..."

Piao Jingshuo frowned at the strange noises. "What's with the weird sounds? You keep making weird sounds."

Piao Dagen's eyes snapped open. "Uh—nothing. Just my daily muscle training. You know, the weird muscle sounds. Oooh... oh! I'm busy. I'll call you later." He hung up.

Piao pulled the phone from his ear and stared at it. "Muscle training? Weird habit, I guess." He shrugged and put the phone away.

At the same time, in the living room, Yi Ke'er had her phone pressed to her ear.

"Hey, big sister. How are you and Brother Li Qing doing? Congratulations on the wedding. I just wanted to say—I ran into Piao Jingshuo again. That guy makes me so mad. He did something bad to me. I hate him. He's disgusting."

Yi Mei'er pulled her mouth off Piao Dagen's shaft for a moment to answer. "Mm... mm... smack. Little sister, you're a grown woman now. You shouldn't judge a person so one-sidedly. Mm... so big!"

Yi Ke'er's brow furrowed. "So big? What's so big?"

Yi Mei'er scrambled for a lie. "Oh, nothing. I'm eating a popsicle. It's a little... mm... smack... big! This popsicle is really big!"

Yi Ke'er rolled her eyes but accepted the answer. "Okay, fine. I'll talk to you later, sis."

She hung up as Piao Jingshuo stepped out of the bathroom. Their eyes met. Neither spoke. The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.

Yike’er continued her tour of Piao Jingshuo’s villa, her curiosity leading her from one lavishly decorated room to the next. But when she pushed open the door to his private quarters, she stopped dead in the doorway. The room was a disaster—clothes strewn across the floor, empty snack wrappers on the nightstand, a half-empty glass of something on the desk, and the bed sheets tangled into a knot. She let out a long, dramatic sigh.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, stepping inside.

Piao Jingshuo followed her in, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not usually this bad. I’ve been busy.”

Yike’er ignored him. She set her hands on her hips and surveyed the mess with an expression that mixed disappointment with barely concealed amusement. “A grown man who can’t even keep his own room tidy. Pathetic.”

“Hey—”

“I’ll clean it for you this once,” she said, already picking up a discarded shirt and folding it with crisp precision. “But don’t expect a second time. Honestly, if you had a girlfriend or a wife, you could make her do this. Then again, looking at your lifestyle, I doubt any woman would willingly sign up for that. Which is probably why you had to ask your underlings to call a prostitute for you.”

Piao Jingshuo winced. “Come on, I already said I was sorry about that. I mistook you for someone else. Can we please move on?”

“Move on?” Yike’er tossed the folded shirt onto the bed and picked up a pair of socks. “Why would I blame you? You’re just a pathetic single man who can only satisfy his urges with prostitutes.”

His face reddened. He dropped onto the sofa and mumbled, “I didn’t satisfy anything. That was my first time trying, and it failed. I’m still actually…”

She paused, sock in hand. “Still what?”

He let out an impatient grunt. “I’m still a virgin! If I hadn’t mistaken you for the escort, I might have finally gotten rid of it. Go ahead, laugh. It’s hilarious, right?”

Yike’er straightened up, her expression softening to something unexpectedly serious. “No. I won’t laugh at you. To be honest, Mr. Piao, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a man staying a virgin until he finds true love. I wouldn’t mock someone for that.”

Piao Jingshuo blinked, caught off guard. For a moment, he saw her in a new light—steady, mature, with an air of authority that fit her reputation as the second-in-command of the Blue Dragon Gang. He felt a flicker of respect.

Then Yike’er’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “That said, I don’t think Mr. Piao will escape singlehood in his lifetime. But mocking a pitiful creature is beneath me. I know my manners.”

His respect evaporated. He slumped back into the sofa, arms crossed, a sulky frown on his face.

Yike’er returned to cleaning, moving through the room with efficient, focused motions. She bent over to pick up a magazine from under the bed, and Piao Jingshuo’s gaze accidentally landed on her. The loose neckline of her top dipped forward, revealing more of her deep, snow-white cleavage. Her long, jet-black hair fell in a smooth curtain, catching the light. She was tall—176 centimeters—and every line of her silhouette was elegant. He watched the way her brow furrowed slightly in concentration, the way her fingers moved deftly, and a word slipped out before he could stop it.

“Beautiful…”

Yike’er looked up, puzzled. “What did you say?”

He snapped his gaze away, waving a dismissive hand. “Nothing. I mumble sometimes. Don’t worry about it.”

She shrugged and continued cleaning. Thirty minutes later, the room was spotless. She straightened her clothes and headed for the front door.

Piao Jingshuo followed her out to the entrance. “Miss Yike’er, I really hope our previous misunderstanding doesn’t damage the relationship between the Great Gate Gang and the Blue Dragon Gang. My older brother made it very clear that I should maintain friendly ties with you. For the future of both groups, I hope you can—”

She turned around, her beauty striking in the evening light. “What about you? What do you think? Do you personally believe the Great Gate Gang and Blue Dragon Gang can cooperate? You keep talking about organizational interests. I want to know what you think. Whether you can maintain a friendly relationship with me personally. More importantly, whether you want to. I’d like to hear your own thoughts.”

Piao Jingshuo fell silent. He looked at her—her confident stance, her frank gaze—and something stirred in his chest. He took a breath. “To be honest… I think you’re very charming. I might have a bit of a crush on you. Would you be willing to be my—”

“Whoa, whoa, stop right there!” Yike’er raised a hand, cutting him off. “I think you’ve misunderstood something. I came to your house today to extend a gesture of goodwill on behalf of the Blue Dragon Gang. I have no romantic interest in you whatsoever.”

He pressed on. “That’s fine. I can wait. I can wait until you’re ready.”

“That’s even more impossible. Don’t wait. Do you know why?” She pointed a thumb at herself. “I, Yike’er, am already taken. I have a fiancé. I thought you knew—my fiancé is Litian. He hangs out with you all the time. You two are good buddies. Good heavens, he never told you about me?”

Piao Jingshuo’s face turned green. “I just… I almost confessed to my buddy’s woman. If I had succeeded, I would have brought her upstairs, made love to her, and had ten or twelve kids with her or something.”

He had spoken without thinking, blurting out his raw inner thoughts.

Yike’er stared at him in stunned silence for a long moment. Then she drew back her hand and landed a sharp slap across his cheek. The sound cracked through the air, and a red handprint bloomed on his skin. Without a word, she spun on her heel and walked away, her footsteps fast and angry.

“I’m sorry!” he shouted after her. “At least I was honest! And I deserved that slap!”

She stopped. Turned her head just enough to look back. “Yeah. You did deserve it. Having such expectations of me? That was stupid. But I’ll give you credit—you’re straightforward.” Her voice softened slightly. “Is there anything else you want to say?”

Piao Jingshuo bowed deeply, his posture formal. “Since Miss Yike’er and I have no romantic destiny, I will instead dedicate myself to the friendship between our gangs. And out of my personal respect for you, I will do my utmost to earn your admiration.”

Yike’er’s lips curved into a confident smile. “Then you’d better work hard to impress me. I’m looking forward to seeing what you can do.”

She turned away, humming a cheerful tune as she walked off into the dusk.

To be continued.

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# Chapter 16

A week later, the doorbell rang.

Park Jungsuk trudged down the stairs of the branch villa, still half-asleep. "Who the hell is it this early?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes as he pulled open the front door.

Yi Ke'er stood on the doorstep, holding a manila envelope. She was dressed in a crisp white OL suit, her hair neatly tied back. "Li Tian had to go out of town for three days. He asked me to deliver this document to you."

Before Park could respond, he remembered he'd been in the middle of preparing ingredients for his octopus barbecue. In his other hand, he was still holding a large live octopus, its tentacles writhing and twisting. The creature's beak suddenly opened, and a jet of thick black ink shot out directly at Yi Ke'er.

The black liquid splattered across her pristine white blouse and skirt, staining everything in an instant.

"How did this happen?" Yi Ke'er shrieked, staring down at her ruined outfit. "I'm covered in it! I knew it—nothing good ever happens when I'm around you!"

Park Jungsuk quickly apologized, his face reddening. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—please, come inside and sit down. Calm yourself." He gestured toward the living room sofa. "Let me take care of this first."

He turned and carried the octopus into the kitchen, where he quickly cleaned and cut it into pieces, arranging them on a platter. Once he finished, he walked back into the living room expecting to find Yi Ke'er waiting.

But the room was empty.

"She must have left," Park muttered to himself, shrugging. He remembered he hadn't bathed yesterday after a long day of work. Since the branch villa was empty except for him, he decided to take advantage of the private hot spring built behind the house.

Without a second thought, he stripped off his lower half right there in the living room, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked out back toward the hot spring enclosure. He slid open the door and stepped inside.

A piercing scream erupted from the steam-filled room.

"What are you doing coming in here?" Yi Ke'er shouted, submerged in the hot spring water. "I'm still bathing!"

She scrambled to grab a long towel, wrapping it around her body to cover herself. But her enormous breasts made it nearly impossible to conceal completely. The towel barely stretched across her chest, and the edges of her dark areolas were still visible.

Park Jungsuk immediately turned his back to her, facing the wall. "I didn't know you were here! I thought you left!"

Yi Ke'er's face burned with embarrassment. "My apartment is under renovation right now. I can't use the bathroom at home, so I thought I'd—ah, just get out of here!"

Suddenly, the sound of a car engine echoed from outside. Two men stepped out, guns drawn. They crept up to the hot spring's wooden fence and aimed their pistols through the gaps.

Shots rang out.

Yi Ke'er moved with surprising speed, diving behind a rock as bullets whizzed past. Park Jungsuk didn't hesitate. Still wearing only the towel wrapped around his waist, he sprinted out of the enclosure and jumped into his car. He gunned the engine, crashed through the wooden fence, and skidded to a halt beside Yi Ke'er.

"Get in!" he yelled.

Yi Ke'er, still clutching the long towel around her body, leaped into the passenger seat, landing directly on Park Jungsuk's lap. The seat was too narrow for two people side by side.

"Move over!" she snapped, grabbing the steering wheel. "I'm a better driver than you."

As she wrestled control of the wheel, Park reached down and pulled the seatbelt across both of them, clicking it into place. His hands were now free, but she was sitting on his thighs, her towel-wrapped body pressed against his.

Yi Ke'er floored the accelerator. The car shot forward just as the assassins' vehicle sped up behind them.

They raced through the streets. The pursuing car closed in. Then the road hit a speed bump—a harsh, jarring impact that shook the entire vehicle. Park's hands, thrown off balance, instinctively grabbed the first thing they could find.

Yi Ke'er's breasts.

"Let go!" she screamed, her face turning crimson. "Stop touching me!"

Park Jungsuk's eyes widened as he realized his hands were gripping her massive chest through the thin towel. But then he noticed something else—his penis, barely covered by his own towel, was pressing against her groin. And as the car vibrated from the rough road, he felt himself hardening, his shaft beginning to slide against her entrance.

Yi Ke'er gasped. She could feel it too—a growing intrusion at the opening of her vagina. The more the car bounced, the deeper it pushed. Her body began to betray her, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Ah... mm... ooh..."

Another speed bump. The car lurched violently, and Park Jungsuk's cock slammed fully inside her.

"Ah!" she cried out, her toes curling.

Up ahead, the road ended at a massive staircase descending into the lower district. Hundreds of concrete steps stretched down into the darkness. Yi Ke'er stared in disbelief.

"If we drive down that, the bumps will be relentless," she muttered. "But we have no choice."

She swung the wheel and sent the car careening down the steps.

The vehicle bounced violently with every stair. Park Jungsuk gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the overwhelming sensation of being buried inside Yi Ke'er's tight, wet warmth. With each jolt, his cock thrust deeper, harder. Yi Ke'er's towel slipped away, revealing her perfect, massive breasts that bounced wildly with every impact.

"Oh! Oh! Ah! Ugh!" she moaned, unable to control her voice as waves of pleasure and pain mixed together.

The descent took a full ten minutes. When they finally reached flat ground, the assassins' car had vanished. They were safe.

Park drove onto a barren piece of wasteland and stopped. Yi Ke'er tried to climb off his lap, pulling his cock out, but Park's hands locked around her waist.

"I can't take it anymore," he growled, his voice husky with desire. "After all this, I have to finish. I'm going to cum inside you!"

"No, don't!" she protested, pushing against his chest.

But it was too late. With a powerful spasm, Park Jungsuk released a thick, heavy torrent of semen deep into her womb. The orgasm seemed to last forever—a full three minutes of pulsing, shooting streams. Yi Ke'er's body convulsed uncontrollably, her legs trembling, her breath coming in short gasps.

When it was finally over, they sat in silence, panting. Park received a call from his men, confirming that the assassins had been driven off and it was safe to return to the branch villa.

He drove back. They managed to sneak inside without anyone seeing their naked, disheveled state. After showering and changing into clean clothes, Park Jungsuk faced Yi Ke'er with an apologetic look.

"I'm really sorry about what happened," he said quietly. "I couldn't control myself."

Yi Ke'er's face was a mix of anger and embarrassment. She avoided his eyes. "Just promise me one thing: don't tell anyone about today. No one."

Park Jungsuk raised his right hand solemnly. "I swear. I'll take this secret to my grave. Besides you and me, no one else will ever know."