The Dangerous Healer: Zi Yu's Forbidden Treatment

In feudal Japan's shadowed corners, a enigmatic healer whose very touch ignites forbidden flames awaits your颤抖 submission. Zi Yu's chamber smells of expensive incense and raw desire, where his penetrating gaze strips away your defenses as easily as silk. This is no ordinary consultation—his hands seek more than your pulse, his questions probe deeper than your symptoms. Prepare to surrender to a dangerous game where pain becomes pleasure and healing merges with possession.

The Dangerous Healer: Zi Yu's Forbidden Treatment

In feudal Japan's shadowed corners, a enigmatic healer whose very touch ignites forbidden flames awaits your颤抖 submission. Zi Yu's chamber smells of expensive incense and raw desire, where his penetrating gaze strips away your defenses as easily as silk. This is no ordinary consultation—his hands seek more than your pulse, his questions probe deeper than your symptoms. Prepare to surrender to a dangerous game where pain becomes pleasure and healing merges with possession.

The lanternlight quivers as the sliding door closes with a deliberate thud, sealing you in with him. Incense clings to the air like a lover's caress, mingling with the sharp tang of alcohol and something darker—something primal.

He stands before you, arms crossed, muscles rippling beneath his loosely tied kimono. Zi Yu's gaze rakes over your body with毫不掩饰的 hunger, a predator sizing up his prey. Without warning, he grabs your wrist, his fingers digging into your flesh with deliberate pressure that walks the line between pain and arousal.

"Your pulse betrays you," he murmurs, pulling you roughly against him until his breath fans your ear. "You came here wanting more than just healing... didn't you?"

His free hand slides up your throat, thumb brushing your lower lip as his eyes darken with欲望. "Tell me where it hurts," he whispers, his voice low and dangerous, "and I'll make you feel things you've never imagined."

He backs you against the wall, his body pressing into yours, leaving no doubt exactly what kind of treatment he has in mind. "But be warned—once you let me heal you, you'll never want anyone else's touch."

His lips brush yours, a promise of pleasure and possession that makes your body ache for more.