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And yet, how ironic.
In the beginning, when Hua Yong was with Sheng Shao You, their bond was built on lies and manipulation. Sheng Shao You believed every word, blinded by trust. But when Hua Yong finally laid bare the truth that he was an Enigma and longed to have a child together, Sheng Shao You could not believe him.
It is only in Episode 15 preview, when Sheng Shao You becomes pregnant, that the impossible truth reveals itself. Shock turns his world upside down, while Hua Yong can only watch, wearing a guilty yet quietly satisfied expression. For this was the moment he had been waiting for since he was sixteen. In his heart, he had already chosen the name of their child: Hua Sheng, with the tender nickname Peanut. Their entire future had lived inside him long before it could ever come alive.
One quiet afternoon, while driving, Sheng Shao You’s brother called him. He answered casually and said, “I’m bringing your future in-law.” These simple words. Yet for Hua Yong, those words shattered his world open. His hands trembled, his foot slammed the brake too hard, and for an instant he forgot how to breathe. After more than fifteen years of silent love and patient waiting, Sheng Shao You had finally accepted him.
The weight of all those unspoken years lifted in a single moment. What once seemed like a dream of marriage, family, a future suddenly felt tangible, real. Just these words gave Hua Yong’s life meaning. And yet, those same words carried a fragility, a trembling hope that could break at any moment. For love, as sweet as it is in the Omegaverse, still came wrapped in sorrow, sacrifice, and the long shadow of what almost was lost.
I have just finished episode five, and it left me undone. Their chemistry is breathtaking, a fire and tenderness entwined. My heart ached in two moments most.
When Prince fed Sasin, and Sasin, with such gentleness, took his hand, pressed a soft kiss upon it, and ate that little plant. Such sweetness, such fragile beauty, it felt like watching love bloom in silence.
And then the final scene shattered me. Prince, broken, blaming his very birth, confessing through tears that his mother died because of him. His sorrow poured like rain, streaking his perfect face, still luminous even in despair. In that moment, Sasin gathered him with three words that wrapped the darkness in light: “You have me.”
I am in love with this show, lost in its sorrow and tenderness, and I can hardly wait for the next episodes. One 31 is gifting us not just one, but two masterpieces right now, this tale and The Wicked Game.
My only issue is that the build-up felt a little rushed. For most of the series it seemed like small hints, then suddenly Nut liked Win, even though he was spending time with Lin. It almost felt like an episode was missing. More one-on-one moments to grow their chemistry would have made the kiss even more satisfying.
Still, episode eight was easily the best so far. I’m glad they didn’t wait until the last few minutes of the finale to give us this moment.
Two other really useful tabs are Episode Guide and Calendar. Both will show you the exact release dates for each episode, and they’re especially handy if you want to check whether a single or double episode is dropping that week.
The first 7 episodes were released at the same time and day each week.
Episode 8 isn’t out yet, it’ll be released in about 2 hours.
Poor Pheem, just a boy, stood helpless as his stepmother ran over and killed his own mother before his very eyes. As if that horror was not enough, she pushed him down the stairs, trying to erase his existence so her son could inherit the hospital.
Instead of finding comfort in his father, the one who should have sheltered him, Pheem was cast away, deported to another country, abandoned, and unloved. That night carved itself deep into his soul. A night when innocence died, when grief wrapped its cold fingers around his heart and planted the seed of vengeance.
The scar on his back became a constant reminder. When he grew, he marked it with ink, a tattoo to cover the wound, yet never letting him forget. His return is not for reconciliation, but for reckoning. His stepmother and half-brother must now face the man born from that night of sorrow.
And in this storm of revenge, we see the return of my favourite couple from Century of Love and Love in Translation, Daou and Offroad. Offroad, who once played tender and innocent, now transforms into Pheem, cold, sharp, and unrecognisable, showing the power of his versatility. Daou as Than brings warmth and straightforward strength, creating an intoxicating enemies-to-lovers tension that already burns bright in episode one.
This first episode is nothing short of perfection. From the heart-wrenching tragedy to the explosive fight scenes, everything was crafted with intensity and beauty. Offroad delivered a performance that shook me, and the pairing with Daou feels electric. I am so glad GMMTV did not direct this series, because One 31 has proven once again that they excel at delivering gritty, powerful fight scenes that elevate the story to another level.
The Wicked Game opened with a 10/10, a flawless beginning to what promises to be one of the most unforgettable BLs of the year.
Some may say it was too long, but it is never about the length. It is about the chemistry, the cinematography, the plot that carries you away. And episode eight delivered all of this with perfection.
I believe it was Grandma Si who first opened Peem’s heart. With simple words, “if you have a lover, and if you lose him, you will regret it,” she unlocked something within him, giving him the courage to reveal his true feelings to Khem.
From there, communication became their bridge. Khem told Pong with honesty that he felt nothing more than brotherhood. Peem told Prim that his heart already belonged to someone else. Once the air was clear, the two met in the quiet of night. Their confessions came softly, their silences carrying as much weight as their words. It was slow, but it was necessary.
We waited eight episodes, and the first kiss was worth every second. A kiss centuries in the making, carrying the echoes of past lives into this one. The music, the lingering glances, the gentle press of lips, it was tender, it was sweet, it was romantic in every sense.
Later that night, they rode together on a single bike. Under the stars, Peem worried for his grandmother, and Khem’s embrace told him without words: I am here, I will always be here. And then Peem, in his vulnerability, asked Khem not to call him Master anymore, at least when they were alone. “Call me by my name, Peem,” he said. The joy in Khem’s smile showed another thread binding them closer together.
And then came the scene we all had been waiting for. Khem whispered, “I don’t have much time left, but I want to follow my heart so I will not regret it.” Thunder roared, rain poured, but nothing could stop these two lovers.
“You mean so much to me, Khem,” Peem confessed, before they kissed again, their hands trembling with longing as raindrops ran down their skin. What followed was not rushed, not forced. Peem understood Khem was not ready to give everything, and so he did not push. Instead, they shared what they could, pleasuring each other with tenderness and respect. This is love in its truest form, communication, care, the willingness to wait. Not everything must be about sex, nor should every first time be defined by it. The intimacy they shared was more than enough, because it was theirs.
The scene was breathtakingly beautiful. Their love felt unhurried and real, overflowing with affection. As they ended with a gentle kiss, Peem’s love and respect for Khem shone through brighter than ever.
When morning came, Khem woke to find Peem still beside him. The smile on his face was pure joy. He touched him gently, rubbed his nose against his beloved, and the sweetness of that moment lingered.
And let us not forget our second couple. Jet and Chan lying in bed simple act of holding hands all night, it melted my heart. I was glad, too, that they were not given another NC scene. Love does not always need to rush into physical passion. Sometimes, the beauty lies in patience, in allowing time to deepen the bond, especially when moving from friends to lovers.
This series is nothing short of a masterpiece. It gives us everything, romance, tenderness, longing, respect. I cannot wait to see how the remaining episodes unfold.
but how could he ever face Sheng Shao You?
Blood ties run deeper than betrayal,
and at the end of the day, they are still brothers.
Yet if Sheng Shao You were to accept him,
how could he ever look at his future father-in-law,
when that man is also the father of the son he has killed?
The weight of choice presses down,
a heart torn between love, family, and justice.
Such a decision is almost too heavy to bear.
Hua Yong had been dreaming of that happiness since he was sixteen. He had already chosen the name for their child, Hua Sheng, with the tender nickname Peanut. Every detail of their future lived in his heart long before it could ever become real.
One quiet afternoon while driving, Sheng Shao You casually told his brother, “I’m bringing your future in-law.” Just three words, yet those words shattered Hua Yong’s world open. His hands shook, he hit the brakes too hard, and for a moment he could not breathe. After more than fifteen years of silent love and patient waiting, Sheng Shao You finally accepted him. After so many years of carrying the weight of unspoken feelings, marriage no longer felt like a dream. It was close, tangible, real. Just three words gave his life meaning.
But love, no matter how deep, could not shield them from tragedy. Sheng Shao You had always carried his brother Shao Qing, pulling him from one disaster after another. Even when Shao Qing drowned himself in a massive gambling debt, thirty-seven million yuan, Sheng Shao You paid it for him. Shao Qing swore on his own life, swore on their mother’s life, that he would change. But he never did. Instead, he betrayed them in the cruelest way. He poisoned his own brother, and when that was not enough, he raised a knife to kill him.
Hua Yong did not hesitate. He stepped into the strike, took the blade with his own body to protect the man he loved. If that is not love, then what could ever be called love.
It was not the first betrayal. Shao Qing had once kidnapped Sheng Shao You, and even then, Hua Yong had spared him. For the sake of family, for the sake of the man he adored, he showed mercy. But this time was different. This time, Shao Qing’s hands carried the intent to murder his own blood.
Now Hua Yong stands at a breaking point. The mercy he once gave feels like a mistake. To protect Sheng Shao You, there may only be two paths left: kill Shao Qing, or destroy him so completely that he will never again have the strength to bring harm.
Either choice is soaked in tragedy. Because in the end, love was supposed to be about building a life together, dreams of breakfasts, a child named Peanut, and the simple joy of three words. Instead, Hua Yong’s love has become a shield of blood and sacrifice, standing against the very family that should have protected them.
I do have a different perspective though. Regardless of whether Odajima was asleep or pretending to be alseep or being used as a pawn, it still doesn’t give Kataoka the right to take his shirt off and sexually assault him in the car. I haven’t read the manga, so I’m basing my thoughts only on the first two episodes I’ve watched so far.
Even the second NC scene in episode 2 felt forced. I understand Odajima has a mission to accomplish, but I can’t help feeling sorry for him, he has to sacrifice himself in such a painful way.
That said, the story is interesting so far, and I’ll continue watching.
In the first 5 minutes there’s already an SA scene, with Kataoka literally riding Odajima and taking his own clothes off without permission. As a guy, I know that if you’re asleep in a car it’s impossible to just get hard and be ridden, so that intimate scene felt completely unrealistic. What bothered me more was how, when Odajima woke up, they brushed it off like nothing happened. If someone SA’d me while I was asleep, I’d demand answers regardless of whether they were my boss or not.
Then there’s the dead bird scene, which made no sense. Kataoka is shown as violent, killing and beating people up just for bumping into him, yet suddenly gentle enough to hold a dead bird all night for a child.
I want to stay positive and keep watching because this is my first Japanese mafia BL, and I was honestly happy that this series was even made. But at the end of the day, criticism is necessary so that future series can improve.
Overall, the show feels odd, but I’m trying to stay positive and keep watching since it’s only 6 episodes. That said, compared to KinnPorsche in terms of plot, scenery, and chemistry, this is nowhere near the same standard. For those expecting this to be KinnPorsche Japan, you will definitely be disappointed.
I see it differently. I do not think it was misunderstood at all. Sasin was right from the very beginning.
Before Pin’s mother passed away, she entrusted her only daughter to Sasin’s care. At the party, when Prince’s uncle created a scene, Sasin’s protective instinct only grew stronger. Later, when he entered the room, Prince’s startled reaction revealed the weight of secrets he carried.
Sasin’s suspicion was not without reason. Inside that book lay the key to a hidden treasure box, filled with assets meant to be quietly transferred. This marriage was never truly about love but about protecting the family’s legacy.
What Sasin could not have known was that the book was Prince’s final gift from his dying mother. She had once read it to him in the quiet of his childhood, and in its worn pages her voice still lingered. To Prince, it was not paper and ink but a fragile thread tying him to the memory of her love.
And so, when Sasin gathered the broken fragments and shaped them into a small rabbit, offering his apology, it became more than a gesture. It was a sorrowful attempt to heal what had been broken. A perfect act of mending, tender and aching, as if the story itself was written in tears.