The Dark-Skinned Bodyguard Says He Won’t Submit - Chapter 3

“Hey! Where the hell are you taking me?!”

The vehicle glided smoothly into a sprawling private estate, passing wide emerald lawns where peacocks paraded with their tails unfurled and alpacas roamed free. They passed lake after lake where black and white swans drifted, driving by one elegant villa after another.

Inside the van, the atmosphere was suffocating.

Wen Yan, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced back at Chen Yupo. The youth was bound hand and foot on the back seat, his muscles straining against the thick ropes. “Hide that curiosity of yours,” Wen Yan said tonelessly. “Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t ask.”

Yupo had never imagined a nightmare like this. Every fiber of his being was coiled with tension as he glared at the man. “Kidnapping is a crime! What do you want with me? I’ll call the police!”

One of the bodyguards watched as the heavy hemp rope began to fray under Yupo’s sheer physical force. He exchanged a look with his partner. Brother, we’ve already gone through three pairs of handcuffs and three sets of rope. Just stop.

Was this kid born with the strength of an ox?

“I know the Young Master likes a good physique, but you’ve certainly gone to great lengths to get close to him.” Wen Yan’s eyes darkened as they swept over Yupo’s chest, where the ropes dug deep into his firm muscles. He let out a cold sneer. “You’d better drop the act. Don’t think for a second you can seduce him. Throw him out.”

Yupo stared. Are they all insane? Is everyone in this family a psychopath?

Before he could process the thought, he was unceremoniously shoved out of the van. He hit the ground with his hands still tied behind his back, the bodyguards didn’t even bother to untie him.

Wen Yan stepped out of the car with practiced grace. The automatic door slid shut, and the van pulled away.

Yupo struggled to find his center of gravity. He stumbled to his feet, disheveled and bewildered, as he surveyed the massive garden villa before him. He had realized by now that he had truly offended the “Eldest Young Master.”

It had been an hour’s drive from the city to this secluded estate. The house was obscenely large. Does that man really live here? Why bring me here—just to toy with me?

“Woof!!”

A fierce, wild bark shattered the silence.

Yupo turned to see a tan-and-black Doberman Pinscher emerge from the garden. Its limbs were long and powerful, its eyes sharp with a predatory alertness. It barked incessantly, its presence radiating aggression. Yupo wasn’t afraid of dogs, but he noticed Wen Yan take a sharp step back.

The Doberman hesitated, eyeing the unfamiliar Yupo with suspicion before turning back to Wen Yan and barking even louder.

“That’s enough, Puppy. Quiet.”

Duan Yanchu stepped out from the garden. He was wearing his painting apron over his clothes; the barking was the only reason he’d known guests had arrived. When he saw Yupo tied up like a prize, he smiled. “You’re here.”

“Awoo~”

The Doberman, the one Yanchu called “Puppy,” trotted to his master’s side and collapsed onto his paws, resting his head on Yanchu’s shoe. The man-eating beast had vanished, replaced by a whining lapdog.

Yupo froze. This… thing is named Puppy?

“Young Master.” Wen Yan spoke, his voice forced and gentle, though Yanchu didn’t even look at him.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t invite you.” Yanchu reached down to scratch Puppy’s ears, but his eyes never left Yupo.

The ropes across Yupo’s torso perfectly outlined the powerful, hardened slabs of his chest. Yanchu’s gaze was one of pure appreciation. He could already imagine how Yupo would look in the bodyguard uniform, the exact physique he craved.

Puppy trotted over to Yupo, sniffing his trouser legs and nudging his bound hands with a wet nose. The dog looked up at him with a strangely intelligent, puzzled expression. It was as if the dog were thinking, This guy is weird.

Yupo looked down, locking eyes with the dog. “…?”

“I cannot allow a stranger near you without vetting them. I’m here to ensure your safety.” Wen Yan’s smile was becoming strained.

Yanchu ignored him. He found it fascinating that Puppy usually cold to outsiders was circling Yupo with such curiosity. “Alright, Puppy, inside with you.”

The dog whined and stayed put, letting out a low, continuous growl at Wen Yan.

“Inside,” Yanchu said, his voice turning cold.

With a final, reluctant awoo, the Doberman stood up and trotted back toward the house. It settled at the garden gate, head resting on its paws, still baring its teeth as it glared at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan adjusted his glasses.

Yanchu walked up to Yupo. “Don’t worry. He won’t touch you while I’m here. He’s my dog. Are you afraid of dogs?”

Suddenly, a hand moved between them.

“Young Master, it’s best not to get too close.” Wen Yan leaned in slightly, his eyes fixed on Yanchu. “I worry they might have ill intentions.”

Yanchu bypassed the hand entirely, moving to Yupo’s other side. “Don’t worry, I won’t let him bite you.”

Wen Yan’s hand hung in the air for a moment before he slowly lowered it, falling silent as he stood to the side.

Yupo found the whole atmosphere bizarre. He shifted, the ropes chafing his skin, and felt a surge of humiliation. “Look, what do you want? If I don’t want to be your bodyguard, are you really going to force me?”

“Is the name Puppy cute?” Yanchu asked.

Yupo: “…” His silence was met with Yanchu’s gaze drifting over his paint-stained apron.

“Perfect timing,” Yanchu said, noticing Yupo’s look. He tugged at the apron. “I was just painting.”

The movement caused the deep-V of his white T-shirt to shift, revealing a startling expanse of pale skin. The black butterfly collar at his throat looked even more striking against his neck.

Yupo looked away instantly. Why would a man wear a collar like that? Is it some kind of fetish? He was convinced he’d run into a rich lunatic—the kind you can’t escape and can’t reason with.

A flash of amusement lit Yanchu’s eyes. He reached out, grabbed the rope across Yupo’s chest, and pulled the youth toward him. “Come inside and change first. We’ll talk properly once you’re dressed.”

Yupo stumbled as he was dragged along. Change? Change into what?

******

“Young Master, are you sure about letting him into your home?” Wen Yan stood by Yanchu’s side as the latter returned to his canvas. “He hasn’t even had a physical exam. Letting him near you like this, what if—”

“Do you know why I hated the previous Safety Supervisor?” Yanchu didn’t look up.

Wen Yan went silent.

Just then, Yupo walked into the studio. He was holding a set of leather accessories that looked like a harness or a belt, looking at the clothes with utter skepticism.

“What is the point of this?”

Yanchu’s brush stopped. He looked at the tall youth, and his gaze changed instantly.

Yupo was wearing the gear Yanchu had specifically designed for his bodyguards. The grey shirt and black trousers hugged his wild, powerful frame as if they were molded to his skin. His muscular physique was on full display.

Only one step left.

Yanchu suppressed the thrill of seeing such a perfect body. He remained poised, set down his brush, and walked over.

Yupo looked down as the man approached. Yanchu’s head only reached the tip of his nose. Those slender, white hands took the leather harness from him.

“Lift your arms,” Yanchu said, looking up.

“What… what exactly do you want me to do?”

Yanchu gave him a tender smile. “I just need you to stand here and lift your arms for me. Is that alright?”

Perhaps the smile was too disarming, because before Yupo realized it, his arms were up.

Yanchu’s lips curled. He smoothed his hands over Yupo’s chest, adjusting the tactical harness over the dress shirt. Click. He snapped the buckle into place.

Yupo took a sharp breath. “It’s… it’s too tight.”

The harness tightened over his pectoral muscles, making the contours of his body even more pronounced. A wave of raw, masculine energy filled the space between them.

Yanchu listened to the heavy breath from above and tightened the strap further. He looked up into Yupo’s eyes. “This suit was made for you. From today on, you are my bodyguard. I won’t accept a refusal.”

Yupo frowned. “You’re being a bit—”

The word “overbearing” died in his throat. Yanchu was staring up at him, his beautiful, clear eyes as mesmerizing as the rest of him. They shone like high-end diamonds, the kind that were as cold as they were expensive.

“Is that a yes, Yupo?” Yanchu asked with a smile.

By the time Yupo regained his senses, he realized he’d missed his chance to argue.

Yanchu stepped back to admire his work. The grey shirt emphasized Yupo’s broad shoulders, and the sleeve garters on his upper arms highlighted the flow of his muscles. The black harness crossed over his chest, tightening the fabric until his muscles were visible beneath.

It was a perfect inverted triangle of power. His sharp features radiated a wild energy that transformed the “forbidden” uniform into something primitive and potent.

They say a harness is a man’s best accessory. And this physique… Only nineteen years old.

Yanchu nodded, not holding back his praise. “Your body is incredible. Exactly my type.”

Despite his size, Yupo was still just a nineteen-year-old boy. His ears flushed hot at the compliment. “But this is too tight.”

“It makes you look better.”

“It’s still too tight.”

Yanchu’s smile vanished. He gave Yupo a look. “I think it looks good.”

His pale hand reached out and tightened the harness again. Yupo’s chest flared, and a vein jumped in his neck as he struggled for a full breath.

“Stand there and be my model for a bit,” Yanchu said, patting Yupo’s chest before walking back to his canvas. As he turned, he curled his fingers slightly, as if savoring the texture of what he’d just touched.

Yupo: “…” Wait, how did this happen? Did I actually say yes?

“Young Master.” Wen Yan had seen the hand linger on Yupo’s chest for far too long. He couldn’t help but intervene. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit insensitive to my feelings?”

The question was abrupt and made the atmosphere turn heavy.

Yanchu sat back on his high stool, resting a foot on the rung. He picked up his brush, ignoring Wen Yan entirely. He looked at Yupo. “Hands behind your back. Legs apart.”

Yupo felt a wave of discomfort. What the hell is he trying to make me do?

Wen Yan’s jaw tightened. Being ignored again made his chest ache with frustration. “Young Master, I am your Safety Supervisor. I have a right to know who is around you and what their purpose is. I must be responsible for your safety because I am also your Alpha.”

“Also?” Yupo caught the word.

Suddenly—Clap!—Yanchu hurled his brush onto the floor. The paint splattered against the pristine white tiles. The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Yupo stood in the middle, feeling the air thicken. This is getting weirder and weirder.

In the next heartbeat, Yanchu stood up and walked toward him. Before Yupo could react, Yanchu grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and pressed his lips against Yupo’s.

A faint scent of roses filled Yupo’s senses. He stared straight into Yanchu’s cold, beautiful eyes. His thoughts were snared; the proximity made the air taste like spun sugar—intoxicating and lethal.

His body went rigid. His mind went blank. The only thing he could hear was the thunderous pounding of his own heart.

He… he just…

Kissed me?!

Wen Yan’s face went dark. He closed his eyes, his jaw set so tight that the veins in his neck stood out in sharp relief.

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