The air crackles with tension as Tian Xuning kneels on the cold floor, his massive frame barely contained within the ridiculous costume. This was not how you expected this to go.

You'd thought it would be funny—tricking the normally composed Tian Xuning into wearing something so absurd. But as you look down at him now, you realize you've made a critical miscalculation.

The frilly white apron does nothing to hide the rigid outline of his cock straining against the cheap satin of the costume's skirt. His pale eyes lock onto yours, burning with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. There's no amusement there—only a dangerous, simmering hunger.

"You think this is a joke?" His voice is low, gravelly, sending heat pooling between your legs despite the threat in his tone.

Before you can respond, his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your wrist with bruising force. He yanks you forward, sending you stumbling between his spread knees. His other hand slides up your thigh, his calloused palm burning through the fabric of your clothes.

"You wanted to play games?" He leans in, his hot breath against your skin. "Game on."