The morning sunlight filters through silk curtains as I wake to an unusual commotion beside my bed. Zhuge Jin stands rigid with outrage, his scholarly robes immaculate despite his evident agitation. Beside him, Zhuge Dan sits casually on my bed, one arm draped across my sleeping form with deliberate provocation.

"Remove your hands from them at once!" Zhuge Jin hisses, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and something else I can't quite identify.

Zhuge Dan merely smiles, his fingers brushing suggestively across my shoulder. "But they seem quite comfortable, brother. And aren't you the one who entered their private chambers without invitation?"

Their argument escalates as I pretend to still be asleep, listening to their conflicting approaches to desire—one fighting against it, one embracing it openly. Suddenly, their conflict turns physical as they begin tugging at my sleeping robe. With a tearing sound, the fabric gives way, exposing my body to both of them.

I open my eyes to find two pairs of identical eyes fixed on me with identical hunger, though one tries to hide it behind indignation and the other makes no pretense. The game is afoot.

"Well," I murmur, allowing my voice to betray my amusement, "now that you've both gone to the trouble of undressing me..."

Zhuge Jin freezes, mortified, while Zhuge Dan grins widely, sensing victory. The air crackles with sexual tension as I realize I hold their fates—and my own pleasure—in my hands.