“Let me up…” Yan Chuan pressed his back against the cold, hard tabletop, feeling discomfort. The pressure made him ache, and he grew anxious, his eyes slightly reddening.
Evan shook his head.
He clearly had no intention of letting Yan Chuan go, and it was evident that the close proximity just moments ago was not accidental.
In Yan Chuan’s quiet refusals, Evan lifted his long, slender legs.
He slowly leaned down, placing a kiss on Yan Chuan’s smooth, white skin.
Like savoring a dessert, the heated kiss landed on his calf, and even the pinkish knee could not escape its touch.
“You don’t want to lose your job, do you?” Evan remarked leisurely, his tone somewhat teasing. “No company would want a staff member who has been expelled from the group.”
At this, Yan Chuan shuddered slightly, his eyes glistening with moisture.
He could not afford to lose this job.
From Evan’s perspective, it must have been terrifying; an introverted and honest employee could hardly guess that the newly appointed supervisor was this kind of pervert, using work to threaten him.
But he was very afraid of losing his job, so he could only obediently comply, squeezing out helpless whimpers from his throat at most.
The spacious penthouse office occupied an entire floor, sound-proof panels thickly separating it.
The well-trained assistants managed matters outside the door, with every document they handled pertaining to significant business, like a steady flow of bank statements being processed.
However, within the executives’ office just across the hallway, it was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop.
The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed bright daylight to pour in, illuminating the interior and revealing the figures of the only two people in the office.
The beautiful beauty was forced to lie back on the large desk, her black hair in disarray, while her delicate skin appeared even whiter against the dark surface.
Her eyes were filled with tears, long, dark lashes trembling fiercely, their tips tinted a faint red, like blush on her cheeks.
Her pant legs were rolled up to the thigh, with her slim, straight legs nearly fully exposed. The rounded calves grazed the table, revealing faint red marks.
There was even a faint bite mark.
The man, significantly taller and imposing, grasped her slender ankle in his hands and slightly lifted her calf, his heated lips drawing closer.
The man’s expression was one of desperate desire, as though he wanted to kiss every inch of those delicate, beautiful legs, burying his face into her rounded calves.
It was quite perverted, as no one would expect him to be the group’s newly appointed executive and well-known second-generation elite, now affectionately kissing and licking a poor little employee, leaving marks on her legs.
But he was just a leg man, and no one knew it.
【Leg man just loves to play with the legs of his wife!】
【How disgusting! Kissing is fine, but biting too!】
【Bad man! Using his position to bring Yan Chuan into the office to play with legs!】
【Well, first kisses and licks are to threaten little worker Yan Chuan into snuggling up to him, then naturally transitioning into a sponsorship relationship, only to find that the wife is still live-streaming in women’s clothing at midnight for a living!】
【My goodness, the progress is so fast!】
At last, the assistant knocked cautiously on the door, informing the executive that there was an important meeting in the afternoon.
Only then was the poor little employee released, his eyes still slightly red, pushing away the pervert to straighten out his clothes.
Fortunately, Evan had some restraint, leaving no obvious marks where his shorts were revealed, allowing Yan Chuan to pull them down and cover up.
But beneath was another story; his soft, white skin was likely covered in imprints, slightly trembling with the rough fabric’s touch.
Evan, however, seemed quite pleased, expressing his desire to provide Yan Chuan with some financial support, on the condition that Yan Chuan would let him play with his legs, as he was a leg man.
“Your legs are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen,” he said. “There’s no one else like them. But don’t worry; I only like legs, nothing else.”
He was very confident, and although this little employee was pretty and delicate elsewhere, he was a complete leg man and wouldn’t do any other perverted things with him.
Evan thought to himself, having been a virgin for over twenty years.
The financial support referred to the meaning of being kept.
With Evan’s financial power, the amount provided would certainly be considerable.
Yet Yan Chuan shook his head, surprising him.
“I don’t want to be kept; I just want a job,” he said, his voice still a bit nasal, sounding very soft. “As long as you don’t fire me, it’s fine.”
Yan Chuan lowered his lashes, the tips still slightly wet.
“Why?” Evan seemed confused.
Wasn’t the little employee short on money? How could he earn anything without working?
“Because I don’t want to do anything else with you, like going to bed,” Yan Chuan emphasized, meeting Evan’s probing gaze. “I only want a job.”
If it became a keeping relationship, and the employer had other ideas, it would certainly be difficult to refuse.
Yan Chuan rubbed his slightly sore ankle, recalling how it had been captured.
He didn’t have time to be someone’s kept little lover; at night, he still needed to work as a female streamer—how could he deal with other men?
Moreover, to be kept on the very first day of entering the script would certainly attract a lot of discordant comments in his live-streaming room.
He would likely be accused of being good at seducing men.
He didn’t want to be tagged with that label.
Evan didn’t refuse him, though his expression looked a bit odd.
Yan Chuan didn’t care what Evan was thinking; he just pushed his hair down again, covering his beautiful, wet eyes.
“I need to get back to work,” he said in a muffled voice. “And don’t change my position at will.”
Yan Chuan had preempted Evan’s thoughts, and Evan’s expression shifted repeatedly, likely not used to being rejected like this, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Okay,” he twitched his lips. “I promise you.”
Yan Chuan returned to his work station.
His interpersonal relationships were poor; no one asked about him during the entire lunch break, even though he wasn’t at his desk, which saved him some trouble.
However, the colleague who had asked him to ghostwrite earlier came by.
Instead of documents, he brought a variety of sweets and snacks.
“Are you hungry?” The young man blushed, placing the items on Yan Chuan’s desk amidst his puzzled gaze, stammering, “I bought too much… Why don’t you have some? I haven’t seen you eat this…”
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