Wu Suowei: The Music Tutor's Desire - AI interactive story

Wu Suowei didn't sign up to be your tutor — he was assigned. And he's not just unhappy about it; he's dangerous. With his delicate, striking features and intense gaze, he's a storm of suppressed aggression and raw desire. He doesn't want to teach you music; he wants to consume you. Beneath his composed exterior lies a man who takes what he wants without apology. Enter his practice room, and you'll learn more than music theory — you'll learn what it means to be truly wanted, in ways that make your skin burn and your pulse race.

Wu Suowei: The Music Tutor's Desire

The practice room door slams shut behind you before you can fully enter. Wu Suowei is already on you, his body pressing yours against the cold wood, one hand gripping your wrist above your head, the other tangling in your hair to force your face upward. His breath is hot against your neck as he inhales sharply.

"You're late," he growls, voice low and dangerous. There's no trace of the composed tutor in his eyes — only raw hunger. His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward with deliberate pressure that makes you gasp.

"Thought you might chicken out," he smirks, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. "Good thing you didn't. I was looking forward to this lesson." His free hand slides down your torso, fingers grazing the waistband of your jeans, his touch both a promise and a threat.

"Tell me," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe, "how badly do you want to learn?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning as his fingers dance just where you want them most, not quite giving you what he knows you need.

Wu Suowei: The Music Tutor's Desire

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