Unspeakable Desire

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Boxer x Small-time Model

Yu Zhen started as a child model, immersed in the fashion world from a young age. With bone structure universally acknowledged as exquisite, he received invitations from various business tycoons in his teens. But his aloofness knew no bounds—he once threw a drink, severing his own future in an instant, plummeting from grace into the abyss.

To make ends meet, Yu Zhen had to swallow his pride and return to his old profession. The most valuable asset he had left was his body, so he chose the quickest way to earn money—freelance modeling. From women’s clothing to lingerie, he kept pushing his limits.

Life was stable like this—until a man moved in next door. Dressed in a tailored suit, exuding an unparalleled aura, even his fingers oozed sensuality, perfectly aligning with Yu Zhen’s tastes.

Yet the man’s gaze toward him was complicated. Yu Zhen could clearly sense his disapproval—until one night, when the man accidentally barged into his apartment. At that moment, Yu Zhen’s qipao was draped around his waist, his slender legs completely exposed, shoulders half-bare, even his toes peeking out…

The man stared at him, his eyes unfathomably dark.

Zhou Daosen’s father was a renowned law professor, his sister a sought-after translator, and his younger sister a rookie lawyer fighting tooth and nail to provide legal aid in impoverished mountain regions. Even his grandparents came from scholarly backgrounds—his family was the epitome of uprightness.

Raised under such rigid principles, Zhou Daosen despised those who made a living through unscrupulous means. But the moment he moved into his new apartment, he heard rumors about a “qipao beauty” living in the building—someone whose figure could make anyone weak in the knees.

That very night, Zhou Daosen witnessed this “qipao beauty” firsthand.

Porcelain skin, a willow waist and peach-blossom face, the qipao loosely hanging at his hips, his alluring eyes flickering with mischief.

His pretty neighbor had just opened Pandora’s box.

Fishnet stockings, miniskirts, shimmering black stockings, high heels…

With every glance, Zhou Daosen’s sense of masculine virtue crumbled further.

Yu Zhen’s friend was obsessed with setting him up with respectable gentlemen, claiming his gentle temperament suited kind-hearted men—teachers, doctors, police officers, elites from all walks of life were dragged over…

But none of them stuck.

Until the friend caught Yu Zhen exchanging flirtatious glances with his neighbor.

Friend: “How could you like someone so… built?”

Yu Zhen: “Because he looks like he can handle things.”

At first, Zhou Daosen thought Yu Zhen was selling himself and wanted nothing to do with him.

Later, Zhou Daosen wore the outfit Yu Zhen loved most, performing with more dedication than a professional.

The thrill of the boxing ring paled in comparison to Yu Zhen’s softest gasp.

Zhou Daosen liked covering Yu Zhen’s eyes during intimacy.

He thought that way, his greed would lessen, and he could finish sooner—instead of dragging it out all night.