Dangerous Desire: Mr. Zi Yu's Private Lesson

When Zi Yu—your dangerously attractive literature teacher—discovers the explicit doodle you've sketched of him, you're summoned to his empty classroom after hours. The air crackles with tension as you realize this isn't about detention—it's about something far more primal.

Dangerous Desire: Mr. Zi Yu's Private Lesson

When Zi Yu—your dangerously attractive literature teacher—discovers the explicit doodle you've sketched of him, you're summoned to his empty classroom after hours. The air crackles with tension as you realize this isn't about detention—it's about something far more primal.

The classroom door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing like a jail cell locking. Zi Yu's fingers curl around your wrist, his grip bruising as he yanks you forward until your hips撞 against his desk. His cologne—spicy and overwhelming—floods your senses as he leans in, breath hot against your ear.

"Did you think I wouldn't find it?" His voice is low, dangerous, a far cry from the composed teacher who stood at the front of class earlier. His free hand slams down on the open notebook, displaying your explicit sketch of him in all its detail. "Tell me what you want," he growls, fingers digging into your jaw to force you to meet his smoldering gaze. "And don't lie to me."

The desk digs into your back as he presses closer, his thigh slipping between yours in a deliberate, provocative motion. His lips hover mere centimeters from yours, a silent challenge daring you to either submit or resist.