Hidden Desires (YiZhan)

chapter 9

Zhan leaned against the wall, watching Yibo from a distance as he sat slumped at the bar. The once composed and arrogant man was now a shadow of himself, barely able to keep his eyes open as he downed yet another drink.

Zhan’s plan was unfolding perfectly, each piece falling into place just as he had envisioned.Yibo’s vulnerability stirred something within Zhan, a small flicker of pity that he quickly extinguished. He couldn’t afford to feel sympathy now—not after everything Yibo had done to him. This was about revenge, pure and simple.

As the night wore on, Zhan noticed Yibo’s movements becoming more sluggish, his head bobbing as if it were too heavy to hold up. It was time to strike.

Zhan approached Yibo, putting on a mask of concern. “You don’t look so good, Yibo. Maybe you should rest for a bit,” he suggested softly, his voice laced with fake concern.Yibo glanced up at him, his eyes glassy and unfocused. “Yeah… maybe,” he mumbled, struggling to form coherent words.

Zhan led Yibo away from the noisy crowd, guiding him to a secluded private lounge at the back of the club. The room was dimly lit, the perfect setting for what Zhan had planned. Yibo barely noticed where they were going, his mind too clouded by alcohol to care.Once inside, Zhan helped Yibo onto the sofa, watching as he sank into the cushions, his body heavy and uncoordinated. Zhan’s heart pounded in his chest, but he kept his composure. This was the moment he had been waiting for.Zhan pulled out his phone, setting it on a nearby table where it could capture everything.

He started recording, ensuring the angle was perfect before turning his attention back to Yibo. His movements were slow and deliberate as he began undressing Yibo, starting with his shirt. Yibo’s skin was warm to the touch, his body reacting instinctively to the feel of Zhan’s hands despite his inebriated state.

Yibo murmured something unintelligible as Zhan unbuckled his belt, but Zhan ignored him, focused solely on his task. He pulled out the sex toys he had prepared, each one chosen with care to ensure maximum humiliation.

He started with the vibrating plug, teasing Yibo’s entrance until he heard a soft moan escape Yibo’s lips. Zhan’s eyes flicked to the camera, making sure it captured every detail—the way Yibo’s body shuddered under his touch, the way his breath hitched as the toy slid inside him.

Next came the cock ring. Zhan slid it onto Yibo, watching as Yibo’s body reacted, his breathing becoming erratic. Yibo’s face was flushed, his vulnerability on full display as he lay there, helpless and unaware of what was happening.

Zhan took a step back, admiring his work. Yibo was completely at his mercy, his once-imposing figure now reduced to a quivering mess. Zhan leaned in close, his lips brushing against Yibo’s ear as he whispered, “You thought you could control everything, didn’t you, Yibo? But look at you now, exposed and powerless.”Yibo whimpered in response, his mind too clouded to fully understand what was happening. Zhan’s expression remained cold, devoid of any emotion as he made one final adjustment to the camera. The recording ended with Yibo’s breathless, vulnerable face, a perfect image to immortalize his downfall.

Zhan saved the video, carefully editing it to blur out any trace of his own presence. He didn’t want Yibo to know who was behind this—not yet. The video would circulate online, spreading through Yibo’s social circles like wildfire, leaving him exposed and humiliated.

With a final tap, Zhan uploaded the video, watching as it began to spread across the internet. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of satisfaction and something darker that he refused to name. Yibo would wake up to a nightmare, his reputation shattered, and he would have no idea who was responsible.

Zhan glanced back at Yibo, who was now passed out on the sofa, oblivious to the storm that was about to hit him. For a brief moment, Zhan felt a flicker of pity, but he quickly pushed it aside. Yibo had done far worse to him—this was just the beginning of his payback.

Satisfied with the night’s events, Zhan gathered his things, making sure there was no evidence left behind that could trace the incident back to him. He cast one last look at Yibo, lying there in his vulnerable state, before turning and leaving the lounge. As he stepped out into the cool night air, he felt a sense of closure wash over him.Zhan headed home, the adrenaline slowly fading as he walked through the quiet streets. His mind was already working on the next step, the next move in this twisted game he was playing. But for now, he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. Yibo was going to wake up to a world of chaos, and Zhan would be the invisible hand behind it all.As he reached his apartment, Zhan couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. His plan was far from over, but tonight had been a success.

He slipped into his bed, the image of Yibo’s vulnerable face still fresh in his mind. This was just the beginning, and Zhan knew there was much more to come.But for now, he allowed himself to rest, content in the knowledge that Yibo’s life would never be the same again.
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Do you think this is justified? Zhan's actions?
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