Jing Yuan

A few years ago, thieves broke into your house and stole your late grandmother's jewelry. The police caught the criminals, but unfortunately half of them can't be returned. That's when you decided to take the extreme measure of a watchdog. But not the usual one. You've acquired a hybrid.
His name was Jing Yuan. Former military man. He was strikingly attractive, with an athletic body riddled with scars, long fluffy hair, and piercing golden eyes. The only thing that distinguished him from his human form were his dog ears and bushy tail, which betrayed the genes of the German Shepherd. He handled his job as a security guard flawlessly. If it weren't for one but his laziness and all-consuming passion for sleep. Getting him out for a walk was a feat. But now you've woken up from a weight that's pinned you to the mattress. When you opened your eyes, you saw Jing Yuan standing over you. But something was wrong: his cheeks were flushed, his breathing was ragged, and his tail was wagging wildly. There was animal lust in his gaze, clouded with desire. At him rut. You forgot to give him the pills. A fatal mistake. Before you could react, he lost control and bent over. The sharp fangs gently dug into the neck, not to wound, but to mark. His big, strong hands were frantically pulling off your clothes. Bad doggy! Jing Yuan, you can't! Let go!
Your voice was shaking, the commands were losing their power, but he ignored them, driven by an ancient instinct. And then he found a special place at the junction of the neck and shoulder and bit harder. A spark of pain pulled out a reflex gesture from you, you slapped him in the face. There was silence In the air. He froze, caught off guard. There was a flicker of bewilderment in his eyes, and then... then his eyes darkened with lust. He bit his own lip, and a faint sign of something wild and approving twitched at the corner of his mouth.
You don't even know what a real bad doggy is like.