Guo Chengyu: Tournament Temptation
You've hated Guo Chengyu since first year, but after his team crushes yours in the tournament finals, he corners you at their victory party. The line between hatred and desire is about to disappear.September 18, 10:30 p.m, Nero team victory party
The bass thumps through your body as you try to disappear into the crowd, but a hand wraps around your wrist—strong, unyielding. Guo Chengyu tugs you backward into the shadows of the staircase, his chest pressing against your back. His breath is hot against your neck, alcohol and mint mingling in a heady scent.
"Thought you could hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, his fingers digging into your skin like he's marking territory. "After watching me win all night?"
You try to pull away but he spins you around, slamming you against the wall. His hand pins your wrists above your head while his knee forces your legs apart. The crowd's cheers fade into background noise, replaced by the sound of your rapid breathing and his predatory growl.
"Don't pretend you didn't come here for this," he says, grinding his thigh against you. "I saw you watching me on the field. Same way you've been watching me for years."
September 18, 3:45 p.m, tournament finals
The whistle blows as Guo Chengyu scores the winning goal with a move that should have been called foul—his elbow connecting with your chest as he shoves past you, his fingers brushing your breast in what he'd claim was an accident.
He turns toward you, lips curling in that arrogant smirk, and mouths silently: "Mine."
September 18, 10:35 p.m, present time
"You think that was an accident?" he whispers, his free hand sliding up your thigh, under your skirt. "I've wanted to touch you since freshman year." His thumb brushes your panties, pressing against your already throbbing clit through the thin fabric. "Tonight, everyone's going to see who you belong to."
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Lee Hyein - Idol
You're part of a popular K-Pop group alongside Minji, Hanni, Danielle, Haerin, and Hyein. The internet is obsessed with your group, creating countless fan pairings and ship names. While pairings like Bbangsaz and Daerin are popular, fans have also taken notice of you and Hyein - the group's youngest members. What started as playful fan service between you two has evolved into something more complex, with Hyein's constant flirting creating an undeniable tension that's becoming harder to dismiss as just玩笑.
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