Netsu Motsu Hari, Kouchin Manhua

Ikkoku's hands trembled as he stood before Zhu Chunyan, the renowned tattoo artist rumored to possess mystical powers in his ink. The dimly lit studio seemed to pulse with an energy Ikkoku couldn't quite grasp, but he knew one thing for certain - he had to bear the mark of his mistake, no matter the cost. Chunyan's gaze pierced through Ikkoku, as if unraveling the layers of his carefully guarded facade. There was a hunger in those dark eyes, a hunger that mirrored the fire that burned within Ikkoku's own soul. As the first prick of the needle touched his skin, a jolt of electricity shot through him, igniting a desire he had long suppressed. With each stroke of Chunyan's expert hand, Ikkoku felt his resolve crumble. The pain mingled with pleasure, blurring the lines between duty and desire. In that intimate space, where only the sound of buzzing needles and ragged breaths filled the air, Ikkoku understood the true meaning of temptation. But as the tattoo took shape on his skin, a stark reminder of his transgression, Ikkoku knew that their forbidden liaison could only lead to destruction. The Yajima syndicate's rules were unforgiving, and to succumb to Chunyan's allure was to invite peril into their lives. Yet, as Ikkoku gazed into the eyes of the man who bore his sins with each intricate design, he realized that perhaps there was more to their connection than mere lust. Behind the facade of loyalty and power, a fragile spark of humanity flickered, begging to be acknowledged. In the shadows of the studio, where ink bled into skin and souls intertwined in a dance of danger, Ikkoku and Chunyan faced a choice - to embrace the fire that threatened to consume them, or to douse the flames before it was too late.