When A-Yao received the agent's message, his heart jolted hard——

'Tonight at ten, a double four-hands session. I've rostered you with Jason. The client is… Mr. Chen.'

In that moment, he almost thought he'd read it wrong.

He stood in front of the lounge mirror, holding an essential oil bottle, unable to even twist off the cap. Jason came in, a familiar wicked smile tugging at his mouth: 'Surprised? Your 'sugar daddy' booked both of us together.'

A-Yao ground his teeth, his voice involuntarily lowering: 'What exactly does he want to do?'

Jason leaned toward his ear, voice husky: 'Maybe he wants to know which of us is better at 'serving' you.'

The suite was dimly lit, the air thick with essential oils and the scent of men. Chen Yuanxing was already sitting on the edge of the bed, his tie loosened, his eyes betraying complicated emotions. He sat like an emperor on the throne of a three-way affection, watching the two men he could not let go of enter the room—one he had once been afraid to have, the other he could no longer ignore.

A-Yao and Jason worked together as usual, one on each side, pressing to relax him, their fingertips kneading at the edge where skin meets nerves, slow and teasing. Their fingers occasionally intertwined, and when their eyes met, the atmosphere began to change.

Jason's fingertip slid across the back of A-Yao's hand, a silent provocation. A-Yao intended to withdraw, but Chen suddenly grabbed that hand, brought it to his lips, and left a kiss.

In an instant, their breaths began to entwine. None of them pulled away.

Chen murmured: 'Maybe… I'm too greedy. But tonight, I don't want to choose.' Only children make choices !!!

After he spoke, he reached out, took Jason's hand, and at the same time wrapped an arm around A-Yao's waist.

The air, like ignited alcohol, heated up in an instant.

Jason froze for a moment, then a mad smile curved his mouth: 'You sure? We're not exactly obedient types.'

A-Yao tried to step back, but there was nowhere to retreat. His back hit Chen's chest; Jason had moved in, one hand covering his abdomen, lips lightly pressing against his shoulder.

Breaths crossed, fingertips traveled across skin and desire—an entanglement no one had expected. They moved from the bed to the carpet, sweat soaking the sheets, breaths piling up in layers, blurring boundaries and blurring relationships.

Love was no longer a multiple-choice question, but a shared complicity.

When Chen kissed Jason, his gaze never left A-Yao's expression; A-Yao lay between them, his body soothed while his heart was being pulled. Jason leaned to his ear and said: 'Now, you can't get away from either of us, can you?'

No one knew who the main character was.
Three men, three hearts—love and hate intertwined, desire surging. Until dawn, the three of them lay naked on the bed, their body heat mixed so that it could not be told apart.

Outside, the sound of the first morning bus reached them, but no one spoke.
In the silence there was a strange calm, and a feeling of no turning back.

After that night, no one mentioned that 'three-person service' again, but from then on the distance between them only grew closer.

Not lovers, not enemies.
Entanglement, ruin, and… proof that they owned each other together.

To be continued ......

--- Any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental ---