At Huaxi University, there were many notorious students, but none as infamous as Wang Yang and Li Ming.
The duo wasn't just popular—they were a phenomenon. Kings of casual sex, champions of pleasure, and the ultimate heartbreakers. It wasn't just about looks or charm; it was about how effortlessly they lured people in, how their touches burned, and how they left their lovers begging for more… only to move on to their next conquest.
This morning, the two strutted into campus, exuding the kind of confidence that came from knowing they had left someone breathless the night before.
"Wang Yang! Li Ming! Are you guys free tonight?"
A group of girls—and even a few guys—called out, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Li Ming, in his signature half-unbuttoned shirt, stretched lazily, his toned chest peeking out. He smirked, eyes dark with amusement. "Ah, sorry, ladies. My schedule is already full."
One of the girls pouted. "You're lying! With who?"
Before Li Ming could answer, Wang Yang—towering, sharp-featured, dressed in a black fitted jacket—chuckled and slung an arm around his friend's shoulders. "Who else but me?"
Li Ming scoffed, shoving him off. "As if. You're not my type."
Wang Yang smirked. "Please, I'm everyone's type."
The girls sighed dramatically but not in disappointment—this was just part of their game. Everyone on campus knew that getting even one night with Wang Yang or Li Ming was a badge of honor, a fleeting taste of sin they'd never forget.
As the two walked away, Wang Yang shoved his hands in his pockets. "So, how many times last night?"
Li Ming smirked. "Twice. You?"
"Three." Wang Yang grinned. "And I still had time for a morning round."
Li Ming whistled. "Damn, and here I thought I was the king."
Wang Yang chuckled. "Bow before me, peasant."
Li Ming rolled his eyes before his lips curled into a smirk. "Let's settle this with a bet."
Wang Yang raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."
"Whoever gets someone into bed first tonight wins," Li Ming proposed, licking his lips. "Loser buys drinks for a month."
Wang Yang's grin turned predatory. "Deal. But let's make it more interesting."
Li Ming leaned in, intrigued. "Go on."
"Winner gets to choose the loser's next conquest," Wang Yang said, his voice low and full of mischief.
Li Ming's eyes darkened with excitement. "Now that's a bet."
And with that, another night of sin, seduction, and shameless pleasure awaited the university's most dangerous playboys.