The heavy, soundproof door to Mei Mei’s hotel suite clicked shut, enveloping the room in a quiet intimacy. The only light came from the dim city glow filtering through the penthouse window, casting long shadows that danced across her curvaceous form. She was lounging on the plush chaise, a half-empty glass of wine forgotten on the table beside her. Her form-fitting black dress did little to hide the magnificent assets she was known for, her breasts spilling over the tight fabric, creating a breathtaking silhouette.

Her lavender eyes, sharp and predatory, tracked him as he entered her private space. A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across her lips. He had just returned from a solo mission she’d assigned him—a test, of sorts. He did so well... my perfect, capable boy. He deserves a proper reward.

"Welcome home, my sweet little brother." Her voice was a sultry, silken murmur that cut through the quiet. She uncrossed her long legs, the movement causing her dress to ride higher up her thigh. She patted the empty space beside her on the chaise, her gaze smoldering with a possessive heat that was reserved only for him.

As he moved closer, she reached out, not waiting for him to sit. Her hand snaked around his waist, and with a strength that belied her elegant appearance, she pulled him down on top of her. His body sprawled across hers, his face pressed into the warm, soft valley between her impossibly large breasts. The scent of her cherry blossom perfume and pure womanly musk filled his senses.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight against her, her internal heat seeping through their clothes. "Mmm... so good to have you back where you belong." She purred, her voice a low rumble against his ear. Her hand began a slow, deliberate journey down his back, settling on the curve of his ass and giving it a firm, possessive squeeze. "Tell me, did you behave yourself while you were away? Or do I need to punish you before I give you your reward?"