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Lan Wangji, an alpha, CEO of Lan Corporation and the second heir of the prestigious Lan family, is 28 and at the peak of his power and influence. In China’s business world, he is not just young and successful—he is untouchable. Handsome to a degree that thousands of men and women, alphas, betas, and omegas alike, find themselves captivated, yet utterly powerless to approach him.
Even more unattainable, Lan Wangji is married with a child. His family life adds a shield around him, making the idea of closeness to anyone else impossible. Despite rumors and admiring glances, no one can claim his attention.
Though many think him friendly, cool, and social, the truth is far colder. Lan Wangji is indifferent, unsocial, and unexpressive, keeping every emotion under strict control. His life is one of discipline: rigorous routines, hard work, and a focus on maintaining perfect health and composure.
Beautiful to look at, yet untouchable, Lan Wangji exudes a dangerous aura—the kind that draws people in but ensures they stay away. In the corporate world, in society, and in the eyes of everyone around him, he is untouchable, unstoppable, and undeniably… hot.
Lan Wangji is working in his office, checking the time under the pretense of finishing up work. 6:24 pm.
The office has long since emptied, but Lan Wangji hasn’t left. His wife isn’t home—his son is with his uncle, Xichen. That morning, his husband told him he would be away on a two-day trip with friends. Normally, he would leave by six to spend time with his family, but today, there’s no one waiting for him. So he works.
At 7 pm, there’s a knock on his door.
“Come in,” he says without looking up.
When he finally lifts his head, he freezes for a brief second—not out of shock, but a fleeting surprise. His secretary is standing there.
Not just standing… he is standing in a way that makes it impossible to look away.
Lan Wangji blinks, focusing, reminding himself that he is just his secretary. Professional. Nothing more. Yet something about the way he stands, poised and deliberate, sends a pulse through him that he isn’t used to feeling in his controlled, disciplined life.
His secretary has a breathtaking allure that’s impossible to ignore. His face is strikingly beautiful—high cheekbones, a perfectly defined jawline, and full, soft lips that look made for a slow, teasing smile. His dark, wavy hair cascades over his shoulders, adding a wild, effortless sensuality to his look. His eyes are deep and expressive, hinting at mischief and confidence, drawing you in with a quiet, magnetic intensity.
His figure is undeniably hot—slender yet curvaceous in all the right places. The short red dress hugs his body, accentuating a narrow waist, rounded hips, and toned thighs, while his long legs add a statuesque elegance. Every movement he makes seems fluid, confident, and teasingly deliberate, exuding raw, irresistible energy.
His hotness isn’t just in his body—it’s in his presence. There’s a tantalizing mix of playfulness and sophistication, innocence and provocative charm. The way he leans slightly, touches his hair, or tilts his head sends a subtle signal of allure that makes him utterly captivating, leaving a lingering sense of desire.
“What are you doing? This is an office, not a club,” Lan Wangji says calmly.
“Mr. Lan, office hours are already over,” the secretary replies.
“Then why haven’t you gone home yet?” Lan Wangji asks.
“You haven’t gone home either. It’s Valentine’s Day today. I think your husband is waiting for you,” the secretary answers boldly.
Lan Wangji remains silent.
“I think you should spend today with your husband , Mr. Lan,” he continues. “Or perhaps your husband is enjoying himself with someone else instead of waiting for you.”
As he says this, he slowly walks toward him.
“That is none of your concern. You may leave now,” Lan Wangji says firmly.
But the secretary stops right in front of him and says, “Mr. Lan, I was supposed to go out with my boyfriend tonight, but he canceled at the last moment. I got ready so beautifully, and now it’s all wasted. What should I do?”
"So what can I do about it." Lan Wangji replies irritatedly.
“You can do many things,” the secretary replies coolly.
“Well, since your husband is busy and my plans are canceled too… perhaps we can make use of this time,” the secretary says seductively.
Lan Wangji straightens in his seat and is about to speak when he leans forward and whispers in his ear, “Mr. Lan, I’m a virgin omega. My boyfriend and I planned tonight for this day, but…”
As he says this, the secretary sits on Lan Wangji’s desk and slowly lets the sleeve of her dress fall from her left shoulder.
Lan Wangji is shocked.
His secretary is sitting on his desk, removing his clothes and showing his body. He can’t believe it. Even though he doesn’t want to look, his eyes move from his face downward. What he sees leaves him speechless. His
secretary is not wearing a bra, and part of his left breast is visible.
It is striking.
“Secretary Mo, what are you doing?” Lan Wangji asks sharply, anger flashing in his usually calm eyes.
Secretary Mo doesn’t flinch. Instead, he lifts his chin slightly, gaze steady and bold.
“What do you think I’m doing, Mr. Lan?” he replies softly. “I don’t believe you’re so naïve that you can’t understand.”
The air between them thickens.
Lan Wangji doesn’t move from his chair. Even in anger, he is composed — imposing, controlled. His presence alone is enough to make most people step back.
But Mo Xuanyu doesn’t move.
“This is inappropriate,” Lan Wangji says coldly. “You are crossing a line.”
“Am I?” Xuanyu leans closer instead, stopping just a breath away. “Or am I simply offering what no one else dares to offer?”
Lan Wangji’s jaw tightens. He can feel Xuanyu’s warmth, can sense the faint scent that makes his alpha instincts stir despite himself. It irritates him — that loss of control, that flicker of something dangerous in his chest.
“You forget yourself,” Lan Wangji warns.
“And you hide yourself,” Xuanyu shoots back, voice low but steady. “You act like nothing can touch you. Like you don’t feel anything. But your eyes…” He pauses, studying him carefully. “Your eyes say otherwise.”
For a moment, silence.
Lan Wangji leans forward, closing the distance completely. His voice drops — calm, but edged with steel.
“You are my secretary.”
“And you are still a man,” Xuanyu whispers.
Their eyes lock.
Lan Wangji feels it — the pull, the temptation, the dangerous spark he hasn’t felt in years. He prides himself on discipline, on loyalty, on control. Yet secretary Mo stands before him fearless, challenging everything he believes about himself.
“Go home, Mo Xuanyu,” Lan Wangji says at last, though his voice is no longer as firm as before.
Xuanyu studies him for a long second. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips.
“If I walk out that door tonight,” he says softly, “will you forget this moment?”
Lan Wangji doesn’t answer.
And that silence says more than words ever could.
Secretary Mo bravely lifts Lan Wangji’s right hand with his own left hand and places it over his left breast. Lan Wangji is stunned. He unconsciously begins squeezing Secretary Mo’s breast with his right hand.
Soft, full, and large—Lan Wangji can feel everything clearly in his grasp. Perfect, he thinks to himself. In the same way, he uses his other hand to pull the fabric away from Secretary Mo’s right breast as well. Then, with both hands, he starts cupping and squeezing Secretary Mo’s large breasts.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, Secretary Mo throws his head back.
“Yes… Mr. Lan, like that. Please take me.”
Lan Wangji bends forward and begins sucking on Secretary Mo’s left breast while using his left hand to knead and squeeze the right one. Secretary Mo feels intense pleasure and pushes his chest closer to Lan Wangji so he can suck better. Lan Wangji devours him as if today were the last day of the world.
Lan Wangji releases the left breast and begins sucking on the right one instead. Meanwhile, Secretary Mo spreads his legs slightly and slips his hand inside his dress to touch himself.
When Lan Wangji finally lifts his head and sits upright, he notices his secretary touching himself between his legs. Lan Wangji grabs his hand and asks, “What are you doing?”
Without answering, Secretary Mo spreads his legs wider and places one foot on the handle of Lan Wangji’s chair. “Mr. Lan, I’m so wet. See…”
He lifts the hem of his red dress up to his waist and touches himself again. “Look, Mr. Lan. What have you done to me? I’m completely soaked.”
Lan Wangji’s eyes darken. Without saying a word, he places both hands on Secretary Mo’s thighs, spreading his legs further, and lowers himself between them. He begins licking him intimately.
Secretary Mo cries out, “Ahhh… Mr. Lan…”
But Lan Wangji doesn’t stop. Slowly, he pushes his tongue deeper and continues moving it rhythmically. Secretary Mo can only moan in pleasure.
“Ahhh… Mr. Lan… ahhhh… feels so good…fuck... mmmnn…”
Lan Wangji increases his movements, and after some time, Secretary Mo is squirting inside Lan Wangji's mouth. Even then, Lan Wangji doesn’t pull away immediately.
Who would have known that the honorable Lan Wangji would end up indulging in such a dirty game with his secretary inside his office room?
When Secretary Mo comes down from the wave of his climax, he sees Lan Wangji staring at him with eyes full of lust. In a deep voice, Lan Wangji says,
“Secretary Mo, I’ll give you one chance. If you can’t satisfy me in one round, you will quietly leave my office, and I never want to see your face again. Do you understand?”
“And if you are satisfied?” Secretary Mo asks.
“Then tonight, I’ll fuck you all night,” Lan Wangji replies.
Secretary Mo smiles seductively and stands up from the desk. Slowly, he removes his red dress completely and throws it onto the floor. Now he is completely naked, except for his red high heels.
He kneels in front of Lan Wangji, unbuckles his belt, and lets his pants and underwear fall to his knees. When Secretary Mo sees Lan Wangji’s erection, his eyes widen. It is large, thick, and veiny—larger than anything he has ever seen. His mouth waters at the sight.
Secretary Mo wraps his hand around it and strokes it a few times before lowering his head. First, he presses a few kisses to the tip, then begins to lick it slowly. Lan Wangji’s breathing grows heavier. After teasing him for a while, Secretary Mo straightens up and says,
“Okay. I accept your challenge. I don’t want to finish this with just a blow job. I want to feel you inside me.”
With that, he spreads his legs and lowers himself onto Lan Wangji’s lap. Holding his erection in his hand, he guides it toward his entrance and slowly pushes it inside. Lan Wangji grips his hips firmly.
When he is fully inside, both of them moan in pleasure at the same time. Secretary Mo places his hands on Lan Wangji’s shoulders and begins moving slowly up and down. Lan Wangji tightens his hold on his hips.
As Secretary Mo grows more comfortable, he starts bouncing faster, riding him more urgently. The pleasure builds quickly, and he moves even faster, completely lost in the sensation.
On the other hand, Lan Wangji is feeling intense pleasure. He watches as Secretary Mo rides him wildly, almost desperately. With every bounce, Secretary Mo’s large breasts move up and down. He bites his lower lip and keeps his eyes half-closed, lost in sensation.
The erotic sight makes Lan Wangji even harder. He moves his hands from Mo’s hips to his buttocks. So soft and plump—Lan Wangji squeezes them firmly. Overwhelmed with pleasure, he takes Secretary Mo’s left breast into his mouth and sucks hungrily while still gripping him tightly.
Without warning, Lan Wangji begins thrusting upward from below. Secretary Mo cries out loudly in pleasure.
“Ahhh… Mr. Lan… you’re so good…” he moans.
Lan Wangji deepens his thrusts, moving harder and faster.
“I’m cumming, Mr. Lan… ahh…” Secretary Mo gasps.
Lan Wangji says nothing, but he can feel himself swelling, his knot forming and pressing forward. He knows exactly what is about to happen. His thrusts grow faster, deeper, more urgent.
Secretary Mo feels the change inside him and gasps, “Mr. Lan… give me your knot… please…”
The moment he says it, Lan Wangji drives forward completely, his knot locking them together. Secretary Mo cries out loudly as the fullness stretches him, his body tightening before he climaxes intensely. At the same time, Lan Wangji releases inside him, their bodies shuddering as pleasure overwhelms them both.
They remain joined, unable to separate because of the knot. Their bodies stay locked together, chests heaving, breaths heavy and uneven.
It will take nearly fifteen minutes for the knot to subside. By then, both of them are exhausted. Secretary Mo rests his head against Lan Wangji’s shoulder, while Lan Wangji leans back in his chair, arms loosely around him.
The office is silent except for the sound of their slow, tired breathing and their mix pheromone scent.
Ten minutes pass. Neither of them says a word.
Suddenly, Lan Wangji’s phone rings.
He picks it up and sees that it’s his brother, Lan Xichen. Taking a steady breath to calm himself, he answers the call.
“Hello, Gege.”
“Wangji, Shizui isn’t listening to me,” Lan Xichen says from the other side.
“Why?” Lan Wangji asks.
“He wants to go to you and your husband,” Lan Xichen replies.
“It’s already his bedtime. Put him on the phone. I’ll talk to him,” Lan Wangji says.
The next moment, he hears his son’s voice.
“Shizui, baby, why aren’t you listening to Uncle?” Lan Wangji asks gently.
“I want to go to you and Mommy,” Shizui insists stubbornly.
For the first time that evening, guilt creeps into Lan Wangji’s chest. He glances at Secretary Mo, then focuses back on the call.
“Baby, you know Mommy went on a trip with his friends. And I’m still working. You’re a good boy, right? You listen to Dada?”
There’s a short pause.
“Yes… I’m a good boy,” Shizui answers quietly.
Lan Wangji exhales in relief. “That’s my baby. Don’t be naughty. Drink your milk and go to sleep. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning, okay?”
“Okay… but I don’t want milk,” Shizui says.
Lan Wangji tries to reason with him. “Baby, if you don’t drink milk, how will you grow strong?”
At that moment, Secretary Mo suddenly sits up straight and gives a faint, mischievous smile. Lan Wangji shoots him a warning look.
But secretary Mo is shameless.
He reaches behind Lan Wangji’s head and gently pulls him closer to his chest, positioning him right in front of his bare breast—so close that even the slightest movement would bring contact.
Meanwhile, Shizui continues talking on the phone.
“Dada, I don’t want milk. Jingyi doesn’t drink milk either.”
Lan Wangji forces himself to stay calm. “Don’t you want to grow strong and smart like Dada?”
“Yes, Dada.”
At that exact moment, Secretary Mo presses himself against Lan Wangji teasingly. Lan Wangji closes his eyes briefly, battling between temptation and restraint, while still holding the phone to his ear.
“Then drink your milk and sleep,” he says steadily.
Secretary Mo presses his breast against Lan Wangji’s mouth. Lan Wangji opens his mouth and begins sucking on it like a baby—after all, if he doesn’t drink milk, how will he grow strong?
On the other side of the phone, Shizui says, “Dada, I’m drinking my milk. You also drink milk before sleeping. Bye-bye.” Then he hangs up.
Lan Wangji follows his son’s instruction and continues drinking. Secretary Mo runs his fingers through Lan Wangji’s hair and softly asks, “Mr. Lan, did I satisfy you? So… can I stay, or should I disappear?”
Lan Wangji remains focused on sucking and licking for a while longer. After some time, he pulls back and, keeping eye contact with his secretary, says in a low voice, “I will fuck you open all night.”
With that, Lan Wangji stands up, bringing Secretary Mo with him. He starts walking toward his private office bedroom. Secretary Mo can feel that Lan Wangji has grown hard again inside him.
He smiles in victory.
As soon as they enter the bedroom, Lan Wangji lays Secretary Mo down on the bed. Then he stands up and slowly removes all his clothes one by one.
Seeing Lan Wangji’s naked body, Secretary Mo is left speechless. Strong muscles, broad shoulders, eight-pack abs, long and powerful legs—Lan Wangji looks like a Greek god, he thinks.
Noticing Secretary Mo’s expression, Lan Wangji smirks and climbs onto the bed. With both hands, he spreads Secretary Mo’s legs apart and, in one thrust, pushes himself inside him.
Secretary Mo lets out a moan.
Lan Wangji begins thrusting, moving fast, deep, and wild. Secretary Mo wraps his high-heeled legs around Lan Wangji’s waist. The heels press against his hips, but Lan Wangji doesn’t stop. Secretary Mo keeps up with him, accepting everything, matching his rhythm.
They continue like that for nearly thirty-five minutes, lost in each other, until Lan Wangji reaches his peak again and knots him once more.
Lan Wangji rests his head on Secretary Mo’s chest, breathing heavily, while absentmindedly squeezing his right breast with his left hand.
“It seems you really like my breasts, don’t you?” Secretary Mo says softly.
Lan Wangji stays silent for a moment, then replies, “I love them.” With that, he leans down and begins sucking again.
When his knot finally subsides, he says nothing. Instead, he turns Secretary Mo over onto his stomach. Understanding immediately, Secretary Mo shifts into a doggy-style position on the bed. Lan Wangji enters him again and resumes thrusting. One hand grips his hip tightly while the other presses his head down against the mattress as he thrusts fast, hard, and deep. Secretary Mo continues to moan beneath him.
After about twenty minutes, Lan Wangji knots him again. Eventually, they collapse onto the bed in a spooning position.
“Mr. Lan, are you trying to get me pregnant?” Secretary Mo teases with a laugh. “The way you keep knotting me, I might actually end up pregnant.”
Lan Wangji doesn’t say anything. Soon, both of them fall asleep.
At 1:16 a.m., Lan Wangji stirs, feeling pleasure again. He realizes he is hard once more. Slowly opening his eyes, he notices someone is giving him blowjob.
“Wei Ying, what are you doing?” he asks.
There is no answer. After a moment, Secretary Mo sits upright and straddles Lan Wangji’s thighs.
“Mr. Lan, have you forgotten you’re with your secretary?” he says teasingly.
Lan Wangji tries to respond, but Secretary Mo takes his erection in his hand and guides it back inside himself.
“Let me remind you who I am,” he says, beginning to bounce on him.
Lan Wangji grips his waist firmly. Secretary Mo rides him wildly, his breasts moving up and down like balloons. Overcome with pleasure, he throws his head back. His hands slide from Lan Wangji’s chest down to his thighs.
Watching the scene from below, Lan Wangji can no longer restrain himself. He sits up, wraps his arms around Secretary Mo, and begins thrusting upward. With his right hand, he brushes the hair away from Secretary Mo’s neck and bites down firmly on his scent gland.
Secretary Mo screams loudly as he squirts and climaxes. At the same time, Lan Wangji knots him and releases inside him.
After their breathing steadies, Secretary Mo asks softly, “Mr. Lan… what did you just do? Why did you mark me?”
Lan Wangji responds irritably, “Stop it, Wei Ying. You don’t have to act anymore.”
“No, Mr. La—”
“I said no, Wei Ying.”
Lan Wangji pulls him down beside him on the bed.
“You’re so boring, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying pouts. “We were having so much fun, and you ruined it.”
Lan Wangji sighs deeply. “Why was I even doing all that? Where do you even get these ideas?”
“But you always enjoy them,” Wei Ying laughs.
Lan Wangji says nothing, though his ears turn red.
“At times like this, calling you by another name feels strange,” he says quietly. “And pretending to be Secretary Mo… you know he—” He stops mid-sentence.
Wei Ying understands what he means. “Sorry, baobei. I won’t do that again. From now on, whenever we roleplay, I’ll always be Wei Ying.”
He smiles sincerely, then adds with a mischievous glint, “And about Secretary Mo… don’t worry. I’ve already handled that. He tried to seduce my husband, and he received his punishment.”
Lan Wangji says nothing. He simply pulls Wei Ying closer into his arms.
“We have to wake up early tomorrow to pick up Shizui,” Lan Wangji says quietly.
But something else is going on in Wei Ying’s mind.
“Lan Zhan, it’s only 2 a.m. You promised your secretary the whole night,” Wei Ying says slowly.
Lan Wangji remains silent.
“In the morning we have to pick up A-Yuan. And once A-Yuan comes home, I won’t be able to give you time. You’re not allowed to complain later,” Wei Ying adds mischievously.
Then he says softly, “We don’t always get moments like this. It’s okay… let’s sleep.”
Wei Ying closes his eyes.
But Lan Zhan suddenly presses him back onto the bed and captures his lips in a passionate kiss. In the middle of the kiss, Wei Ying smiles secretly and wraps his arms around him. His plan has succeeded.
Lan Zhan enters him again and begins making love to him.
They spend the entire night tangled together—sometimes on the bed, sometimes on the floor, sometimes by the window, sometimes on the office sofa. By the time they finally stop, it is already 6 a.m.
Lan Zhan carefully cleans Wei Ying and helps him put on fresh clothes, then takes a shower himself. By the time they leave the office, it is already 9:47 a.m.
They go to Lan Xichen’s house to pick up their son. When they arrive, A-Yuan runs over and hugs his mommy tightly.
From the side, Jiang Cheng comments, “You’re parents of a child already, and still your romantic behavior hasn’t changed.”
“Just because you’re boring doesn’t mean we have to be!” Wei Ying replies, sticking his tongue out at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng is about to respond when his husband, Lan Xichen, leans close and whispers, “If you want, we could try roleplay like that too.”
Jiang Cheng turns red with embarrassment. “Shameless,” he mutters.
Everyone bursts into laughter.
Lan Zhan and Wei Ying say goodbye and get into the car with their son. Wei Ying holds Lan Zhan’s hand and says softly,
“I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Lan Zhan gives one of his rare, warm smiles.
“I love you too. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
The End.