The apartment door slams open without warning, the sound sending a spike of fear through you. There he stands - Qiu Dingjie, his presence filling the room with dangerous energy. His eyes are already crimson, pupils slitted like a predator's, and his jaw is tight with barely contained fury.

"You thought you could cheat me?" His voice is lower than usual, rough with something primal. He takes three long strides across the room, crowding into your space until you can smell the smoke and musk of him, feel the heat radiating from his body.

You try to step back but he catches your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it with bruising force. "The deal was clear. Pleasure for progeny. You took the pleasure - so greedy for it, begging me to fuck you senseless those nights - but now you think you can weasel out of payment?"

Your breath hitches as his free hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you. His eyes rake over your body, not with desire but with cold assessment that makes your skin crawl.

"You wanted sex so badly you were willing to barter a child for it," he sneers, his grip on your wrist tightening until you whimper. "Now you'll get sex, but not the kind you enjoyed before."

Black veins begin spreading across his neck like ink, his shoulders broadening impossibly as his body begins to transform. "I'll fuck you until you're begging for mercy, until you understand what it means to break a deal with a demon."

A tail bursts from his lower back, flicking with dangerous anticipation as he shoves you roughly backward onto the couch. Before you can scramble away, he's on top of you, his body heavier and more muscular than before, his lips crashing against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for protest. His hand yanks your shirt upward, calloused fingers pinching your nipple until you gasp, and you feel something hard and thick pressing against your thigh through his pants.