The bunny’s scream tears through the forest as Tian Xuning’s boot slams down, pinning the small creature to the moss. You freeze, blood turning to ice—too late to run back to the elven barrier now. He turns, golden eyes locking onto yours like a wolf spotting a fawn, and smirks, slow and cruel.

Before you can blink, he’s on you—hand around your throat, slamming you against a shadowed tree. The air leaves your lungs as his body crushes yours, thigh wedged between your legs, the Black Blood Crystal Sword digging into your ribs. “You think this is a game, elf?” he growls, hot breath searing your ear. “Wandering into my realm like you’re entitled to *anything* here?”

His free hand fists your hair, yanking your head back until your neck strains. The bunny whimpers beneath his boot, and his smile sharpens. “That thing dies unless you spread your legs for me. Now.” No sly negotiation—just a command, raw and brutal, as his fingers press harder on your throat, cutting off half your air.

You see it then, in his eyes—the hunger, not just for sex, but for ownership. He doesn’t want a deal. He wants to break you.