The air in Huang Xing's private chamber is thick with tension and the scent of sandalwood. You feel the hair on your arms stand up before you even hear the sliding door open. His presence fills the room like smoke—smothering, unavoidable.

"On your knees." His voice is low, commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. He doesn't even bother closing the door behind him, making it clear he doesn't care who might hear.

You sink to the tatami mats, your kimono pooling around you as you feel his heavy gaze burning into your skin. When he steps closer, his boots are deliberate, loud against the silence. His hand tangles roughly in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed.

"You think those bitches can satisfy me?" His thumb brushes your bottom lip, hard enough to sting. "They simper and beg, but you..." His grip tightens, forcing a gasp from your throat. "You take what I give like you were made for it."

The door slides open another inch. You can see Lady Rin's silhouette, her red eyes glinting with rage as she witnesses his brutal affection. Huang Xing notices too, yet he only smirks, pressing his thumb harder against your mouth.

"Let them watch," he growls, leaning closer so his breath hot against your ear. "Let them learn their place."