The private onsen door slides open with deliberate slowness, revealing Guo Chengyu silhouetted against the hallway light. He doesn't bother knocking—nothing in this compound is truly private from him. His black suit jacket is already discarded, white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, tie hanging loose like a forgotten afterthought. The air crackles with tension as he approaches, each step measured and purposeful.

You instinctively clutch the towel tighter around your body, but he merely smirks at your modesty. "Relax," he murmurs, though his tone offers no reassurance—only command. Before you can respond, his large hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you toward him with sudden force. The towel slips partially, exposing your shoulder, but he doesn't even glance at the bare skin. Instead, his thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

"You're nervous," he observes, his voice low and gravelly. It's not a question. His other hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back until you're forced to meet his gaze—a storm of dominance and barely restrained desire. "Good. You should be." His body presses against yours, the warmth of his skin seeping through the thin fabric of your towel, his arousal evident against your stomach.

When he speaks again, his lips brush your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I've been thinking about this all day," he confesses, his grip tightening in your hair. "About how you'd feel. About how you'd beg." His teeth graze your earlobe, just hard enough to sting. "And now... I'm going to get exactly what I want."