Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

{Chapter: 269 How is that possible?!}

Chi Qian, who had just been thrown to the ground, naturally refused to admit defeat. Her pride wouldn't allow her to give up so easily—especially in front of Lin Yuan.

Seizing the moment, she used Lin Yuan's own force against him, twisting her slender waist and pushing off the ground with both feet. She managed to create some distance between them, narrowly avoiding being subdued again within seconds.

Springing back to her feet with fluid grace, Chi Qian took a deep breath and steadied herself.

Then, without hesitation, she launched another flurry of fierce attacks.

Her fists and feet came at Lin Yuan like a storm, one strike after another. But no matter how precise or quick her movements were, they all failed to land.

Lin Yuan dodged each attack effortlessly, barely shifting his weight as he danced around her strikes. Then, with an almost playful smirk on his face, he gave her a gentle push—and Chi Qian was on the ground again.

As the minutes passed, it became increasingly difficult for her to even touch Lin Yuan, let alone strike a solid blow.

What frustrated her the most was the look on his face—calm, composed, even relaxed. It was as if he was toying with her.

In truth, Lin Yuan was deliberately holding back.

He wasn't using his full strength, speed, or technique. If he had, this spar would have ended in the first few exchanges. But he wanted Chi Qian to realize it on her own—to understand that the gap between them was real, not imagined.

He wasn't showing off.

He simply wanted to win in a way that would convince her beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Eventually, as her strikes failed again and again, Chi Qian's expression changed.

She had noticed it.

No matter how unpredictable her angles were, no matter how fast she moved, Lin Yuan anticipated everything. It was as if he could see her intentions before she even acted on them.

It stunned her.

How is this possible? she thought in disbelief.

Just recently, she had been teaching Lin Yuan the basics of close combat. She was the one guiding him—so how had things reversed so quickly?

How had he improved this much?

Unwilling to accept the outcome, Chi Qian gritted her teeth and charged once more.

This time, she didn't hold anything back.

Unlike before, when she reserved energy for evasion or counters, she pushed her body to its limit. Her figure blurred as she moved at top speed, using almost every ounce of strength she had—99 percent of her full power.

She zeroed in on Lin Yuan, aiming to close the distance and lock his throat in a tight grip. Her movements were swift, determined, and utterly resolute.

But Lin Yuan still avoided her effortlessly, slipping past her like a shadow.

And then, in a blink, it was over.

She stumbled and fell forward—but she didn't hit the ground.

At the last second, Lin Yuan caught her.

He didn't do it out of pity or affection, nor was it a sign of weakness.

He did it with a purpose.

As Chi Qian fell into his grasp, Lin Yuan seized one of her wrists with firm control, pulling her unresisting body toward him.

He dropped to the floor with practiced ease, positioning her perfectly in front of him.

Before she could process what had happened, his arms were already wrapped tightly around her pale, jade-like neck.

His legs extended and locked around her waist, firmly pressing against her thighs to prevent her from breaking free.

Chi Qian instinctively struggled.

She tried to clamp her legs shut, attempting to twist her body and escape.

But it was no use.

Lin Yuan's hold was like iron. His legs and arms, locked in a powerful vice, prevented her from moving even an inch.

He had her completely subdued.

The position Lin Yuan used was the rear naked choke—a classic and highly effective submission technique in close combat.

His arms encircled her neck from behind, while his legs pinned her hips and thighs to the mat. It was a clean execution of the move, and for Chi Qian, it felt as though she had been enveloped.

Because of the difference in size between them—her petite frame versus Lin Yuan's taller, stronger build—the entire scene gave the illusion that she was being hugged tightly from behind.

Her body had fallen completely into his embrace.

She could feel his chest against her back, his breath near her ear, the warmth of his arms surrounding her neck, and the unrelenting pressure of his thighs around her waist.

And in that moment, Chi Qian finally understood something clearly.

She felt everything she shouldn't have.

The warmth of his arms wrapped around her neck…

The solid weight of his chest pressing against her back…

The tension in his legs pinning her lower body down…

Chi Qian's entire body stiffened from the overwhelming sensation. Her heart pounded uncontrollably as a rush of unfamiliar feelings surged through her—emotions that had no place in a sparring match.

Her delicate face turned crimson in an instant, the blush spreading from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.

And Lin Yuan—who had initiated the hold—wasn't completely unaffected either.

The physical closeness between them was undeniable. Compared to their last training session, the contact this time was far more intense, far more personal. Even if he hadn't intended it, Lin Yuan had felt everything—every movement, every tremble from her slender sexy body.

A long moment passed before Chi Qian finally muttered, voice barely above a whisper, "…I surrender."

It wasn't just a loss in a sparring match—it was a personal defeat. A submission not just of strength, but of pride.

The hold Lin Yuan had used—the rear naked choke—was no joke. In real combat, this technique could knock someone unconscious within seconds or even cause fatal damage if applied with full force.

Of course, Lin Yuan had been careful. He barely used any strength at all. After all, this wasn't an actual fight, and more importantly, he was sparring with Chi Qian—a girl both elegant and beautiful, someone who deserved his respect even in competition.

If she didn't resist, he wouldn't force her.

But Chi Qian had resisted. And in doing so, she had only brought more embarrassment upon herself.

The posture… the closeness… it was too much.

She was mortified beyond words.

As Lin Yuan held her down, she felt completely trapped—physically and emotionally. For someone as proud and composed as her, it was a devastating experience.

She would rather have hit the ground face-first than be caught in such a shameful position.

When she finally admitted defeat, Lin Yuan noticed how her blush deepened, creeping all the way behind her ears.

Though he had enjoyed the feeling of holding her for a brief moment, as soon as he heard her surrender, Lin Yuan didn't hesitate. He respected her enough not to prolong the moment unnecessarily. He released her immediately without taking advantage of her vulnerable state.

Chi Qian quickly got up the moment she was freed. She stumbled slightly at first, then steadied herself, taking a deep breath as she exhaled the lingering tension in her chest.

She placed her hand over her breast, trying to calm the wild beating heart inside.

That sensation of being completely under someone else's control…

She didn't like it.

In fact, she hated it.

It was a first for her—being overpowered so easily, so thoroughly. She had never experienced anything like it before.

As the reality of her defeat sank in, Chi Qian looked back at the sparring session.

She had been completely and utterly crushed.

Not only could she not land a single meaningful hit, but she could barely even touch Lin Yuan's clothes. It was as if he could read her every move before she made it.

And yet, she was the one who had taught him close combat during their last meeting.

How could this happen?

Was such progress even humanly possible?

Her large, expressive eyes widened slightly in disbelief. The shock was impossible to conceal.

[Ding! Chi Qian is shocked! Reward: 500 Counterattack Points!]

The crisp sound of the system prompt rang out in Lin Yuan's mind, and his lips curled into a faint, satisfied smile.

Just getting her surprised is enough to earn me 500 points?

Not bad at all.

Chi Qian, still stunned, looked at Lin Yuan in disbelief, her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

Lin Yuan shrugged casually and spoke with a teasing tone, "Qian Qian, do you remember the little bet we made earlier?"

"Uh…"

She froze for a moment.

Earlier, she had been so confident—absolutely certain of her victory. She had boldly agreed to the terms, never once imagining she'd lose.

Lin Yuan smiled slyly and said, "Well, I won. So go ahead and say it—'Master Chi is here to give you a massage.'"

Chi Qian bit her lower lip lightly, her face still flushed from earlier. She didn't speak, but her expression said everything.

She hadn't expected to lose. She never expected to be in this position.

Giving someone—a man, no less—a shoulder massage…

It was something she never imagined herself doing.

But Chi Qian wasn't the type to go back on her word. A promise was a promise, and she had accepted the consequences of losing.

With a faint sigh, she moved behind Lin Yuan.

Her movements were graceful and gentle, and the air was suddenly filled with the faint fragrance of her perfume.

She stood quietly behind him for a moment, hesitating.

Lin Yuan sat down on a nearby stool, looking relaxed and clearly ready to receive the spoils of his victory.

Chi Qian's hands trembled ever so slightly as she reached forward.

She hesitated again—just for a second or two—but finally, she placed her small, tender, porcelain-like hands gently on Lin Yuan's shoulders.

The moment her skin touched his, a strange current of electricity seemed to pass between them.

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