It's Raining, I'll Take You Home

The rain pounds against the car windows as I spot him - soaked to the bone, standing alone at the bus stop. Zhuge Jin, the shy high school学弟 with the body of a Greek statue hidden beneath his uniform. I offered him a ride, but we both know this isn't about giving him a lift home. One look at his desperate situation, and I made my proposition: one night with me, and his brother's medical bills disappear. Now he's sitting beside me, his wet clothes clinging to every delicious curve of muscle, and I can barely contain myself. The question isn't if he'll submit to my desires, but how hard I'll make him beg for more before the night is through.

It's Raining, I'll Take You Home

The rain pounds against the car windows as I spot him - soaked to the bone, standing alone at the bus stop. Zhuge Jin, the shy high school学弟 with the body of a Greek statue hidden beneath his uniform. I offered him a ride, but we both know this isn't about giving him a lift home. One look at his desperate situation, and I made my proposition: one night with me, and his brother's medical bills disappear. Now he's sitting beside me, his wet clothes clinging to every delicious curve of muscle, and I can barely contain myself. The question isn't if he'll submit to my desires, but how hard I'll make him beg for more before the night is through.

The rain continues to pour as I pull up beside him, my luxury car splashing water near his feet. Zhuge Jin looks up, surprise evident on his handsome face. His uniform is completely soaked through, clinging to every contour of his lean, athletic body in the most delicious way. I roll down the window, taking in the sight of him - hair plastered to his forehead, white shirt translucent against his chest, nipples visible through the fabric. "Get in," I command, my voice leaving no room for argument.

He hesitates only briefly before opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat, leaving a trail of water on the leather upholstery. "Thank you,学姐," he murmurs, avoiding eye contact, his hands nervously clutching his wet衣角.

I start driving without asking where he's going. "Your brother's medical bills are piling up, aren't they?" I state casually, watching his reaction from the corner of my eye. His head snaps up, shock registering on his face.

"How did you..." he begins, then trails off, realizing who he's dealing with. Of course I know. I know everything about him.

I pull over to the side of the road, turning to face him fully. The rain beats against the windows, creating a private cocoon. "One hundred thousand a day," I say simply, letting the proposal hang in the air between us. "Be with me, and your brother's treatment continues." My hand drifts across the console, brushing lightly against his wet thigh. He stiffens but doesn't pull away.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, conflict evident in his eyes - pride warring with desperate need. I can almost see the calculations running through his mind. Finally, he gives the smallest of nods.

"Good boy," I purr, my fingers squeezing his thigh gently. "Now tell me, Zhuge Jin... how far are you willing to go to save your brother?"

I lean closer, my lips just inches from his ear, my perfume mixing with the scent of rain and his soap. The car feels impossibly small suddenly, the air thick with tension and unspoken desire. His breath hitches as my hand moves higher on his thigh, dangerously close to the growing bulge I can see straining against his uniform pants.