The spotlight shone on Seventeen and his opponent. Lu Heyang couldn’t care less about the other boxer’s appearance. All he could see was that Seventeen, in addition to having the upper half of his face painted, wore a black lace blindfold around his face that only revealed his eyes.
Seventeen had a collar around his neck with a medium-sized silver bell dangling on the front. It swayed with each step and flickered when the light shone on it. This fight was MMA, and under the fingerless boxing gloves, Seventeen wore black silk gloves that reached to his elbows.
His upper body was entwined with a black rope in a type of bondage that had a special meaning. Instead of the old gym shorts, he wore a black leather pleated skirt which was shorter than his previous pants, reaching mid-thigh and making his legs look slender—in addition, he had anklets on both of his ankles.
From top to bottom, there wasn’t a single thing on Seventeen’s body that wasn’t an erotic accessory and full of sexual innuendo.
He Wei was stunned, “I knew Tang Feiyi was perverted, but I didn’t expect him to be this extreme, and right in front of everyone…”
While he was disgusted by the perversion of others, he took out his phone to open the camera and said, “No, I will also be a boss in the future. I will pack up the whole place to play with others.”
“You could already do that.” Lu Heyang took his phone to turn it off and said, “Why are you filming this?”
“It’s just that I suddenly understand the fun of messing with alphas…” Hei Wei clicked his tongue a few times, “The show at Huyan Mansion was also kinky, but it’s too mushy. It’s completely incomparable to this.”
After all, there was a fundamental difference between a performance made to please guests and one to endure humiliation to make a living.
Seventeen’s face remained expressionless. After entering the octagon cage, he glanced at the front row before lowering his head.
This made him seem like he was calm and silently enduring.
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An alpha with a DSLR camera ran over to Tang Feiyi and leaned over to listen to what he was saying. The alpha nodded and walked over to a nearby table, pointed the camera at the octagon cage, and started recording.
“What a pervert. He’s even recording a video,” He Wei scolded as if he hadn’t been the one who tried to take photos with his phone a moment ago.
Lu Heyang glanced at the alpha recording the video and then turned his attention back to the octagon cage.
It was evident from Seventeen’s first move that he was going to win. He didn’t start defensively and focus on blocking like he had the previous two times. Instead, he struck decisively and directly, causing his opponent to bleed with just one punch.
“It seems like Seventeen wants to end this quickly,” Gu Yunchi said.
However, Seventeen’s opponent continued to dodge and retreat, refusing to confront him head-on, as if he was deliberately trying to make Seventeen spend more time on the stage. He circled the octagon cage, making provocative movements and expressions. Seventeen stood in the center of the cage, his shoulders and limbs tense. His taut and well-defined muscles, bound by the black ropes, heaved up and down.
“The opponent isn’t a professional,” He Wei noticed and scowled, “He’s just a pawn sent by Tang Fei to mess with Seventeen.”
Lu Heyang interlocked his fingers, occasionally rubbing his left thumb between his right thumb and index finger. He stared at the octagon cage with his lips pursed and jaw stretched in a sharp line.
In the ring, Seventeen seized the opportunity and landed a straight punch on his opponent’s nose. As the opponent staggered to regain his balance, Seventeen swiftly followed with a spinning back kick, sending the opponent toppling over onto his side and slamming into the octagon cage’s railing.
The audience erupted in cheers as the defeated opponent slumped against the fence. He was presumably embarrassed by the loss. He grimaced as he cursed two words at Seventeen with spit and blood spurting from his mouth.
The first row was so close to the octagon cage that Lu Heyang could see the opponent’s lip movements.
He Wei also saw it and stood up from his seat to curse profusely, “Fuck, whoever can’t take a loss is the stinking bitch!”
Whereas Seventeen remained remarkably composed, he walked over, grabbed his opponent by the hair, and dragged him to the center of the ring. Lifting his leg to straddle the opponent, he used one hand to clamp the opponent’s neck and the other to deliver a few punches to the corner of his mouth. In this position, Seventeen’s skirt lifted just enough to reveal the inner lining and a lace garter tied in a tiny bow at the top of his fair thigh, which had been partially concealed beneath the skirt’s hem during the fight.
He Wei’s anger level immediately dropped by 80% due to this scene. He said, “It looks like he’s riding…”
The opponent was beaten so severely that he couldn’t stop coughing, and his mouthguard fell to the ground. Astonishingly, he laughed with his mouth full of blood. He raised his hand, and extended his index and middle fingers, vulgarly gesturing by bending and straightening them.
Seventeen’s chest heaved a few times, then he stood up, grabbed his opponent by the neck, and lifted him. He took a few steps, and threw him hard against the railing, smashing his face into the wire mesh. Wearing both the black silk gloves and the fingerless gloves, he held him motionless. Finally, the immobilized opponent disdainfully spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying it over the railing.
Seventeen rarely used such force, and this scene was undoubtedly thrilling. Amidst the screams of the audience, Tang Feiyi’s expression and gaze couldn’t be described as mere excitement, they were more akin to a manic craze. He blew a kiss at Seventeen, laughing and clapping as if he were delighted to see him pushed to such a cruel point.
It was over—Seventeen released his grip. Without looking at the audience, he opened the octagonal cage and walked backstage through the competitor’s tunnel.
Just as his figure disappeared into the passage, Tang Feiyi left the VIP seats and returned the same way he came.
“He must be going to find Seventeen,” He Wei looked regretful, “I can understand Tang Feiyi. Look how handsome and sexy Seventeen was on the stage just now, even though he’s an alpha.”
Lu Heyang was still looking at the octagon cage, where the alpha who was vomiting blood was being carried away on a stretcher.
“Even though Seventeen’s face was painted like that, he’s still undeniably good-looking.” He Wei kept on blathering, “And he’s an S-level alpha, Tang Feiyi has truly hit the jackpot!”
“And right after Seventeen finished such a fierce fight, his pheromones are probably in the most unstable state right now, it’s perfect for… The way he was dressed! Who could resist, huh? Right?”
With a clack, the cap of the mineral water bottle in Lu Heyang’s hand fell to the ground and disappeared beneath the seats. He stared at the ground for a while, then took a sip of water.
He Wei was about to make some more outrageous speculations, but Lu Heyang suddenly handed him the remaining half-bottle of water and stood up.
“What are you doing? Getting some fresh air or making a call?”
“Go find the bottle cap,” Lu Heyang replied.
“?” Before He Wei could react, Lu Heyang had already walked down the aisle. He Wei could only warn loudly behind him, “Be careful, don’t go to any remote places!”
Author’s note:
He Wei, how about you shut up before you really irritate your brother to death.
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(Thanks again dear translator)