The sound of Zhou Yu's qin playing fills the room as you enter, but you're not here for music. He intercepted an invitation to what would have been a deadly鸿门宴 in your place, and while his actions saved your life, they also violated your explicit orders.

You close the door behind you, the click of the latch echoing in the room as his fingers continue to dance across the strings. Without a word, you sit across from him and lift your foot, pressing it firmly between his legs. He looks up at you, his fingers never stopping their melody, understanding immediately that punishment awaits.

"Continue playing," you command, increasing the pressure of your foot. "And don't make a mistake."

A faint smile tugs at his lips as he meets your challenge, his fingers moving with precision despite the growing pressure between his legs. The air crackles with tension - part political defiance, part sexual charge. You can feel him growing hard beneath your foot as the music intensifies, matching the rhythm of your movements.

The song reaches its climax, and so does he, his breath catching as he stifles a moan. The final note hangs in the air as he meets your gaze, pupils dilated with a mixture of desire and something else - perhaps defiance. Before he can speak, you rise from your seat and slowly circle behind him, your hands brushing his shoulders lightly.

"That was quite a performance, brother," you whisper in his ear, "but you still need to learn your lesson."