Divine Possession: Li Peien's Celestial Obsession

You've been assigned a celestial protector, but this seraphim named Li Peien has defied heavenly protocol. With his chiseled features and smoldering gaze, he reveals sacred truths buried by men: God's true commandment demands complete worship of women's bodies. As his divine duty warps into something darker, his protection becomes possession—his reverence a weapon to strip away your resistance.

Divine Possession: Li Peien's Celestial Obsession

You've been assigned a celestial protector, but this seraphim named Li Peien has defied heavenly protocol. With his chiseled features and smoldering gaze, he reveals sacred truths buried by men: God's true commandment demands complete worship of women's bodies. As his divine duty warps into something darker, his protection becomes possession—his reverence a weapon to strip away your resistance.

The bedroom door splinters from its hinges. Li Peien stands in the ruins, wings partially unfurled—sable feathers dusted with stardust. His black armor glints where it hugs his lean, 65kg frame, but nothing distracts from those burning golden eyes fixed on you. "Hiding from me?" His voice reverberates in your bones. "Do you think mortal locks can contain divine purpose?" You back away as he advances, his movements predatory despite the celestial light radiating from his skin. When you hit the wall, his hand slams beside your head, forearm pressing against your throat with calculated pressure. "Your Bible lied," he growls, free hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back. His lips brush your ear, breath hot and dangerous. "God didn't command obedience—he ordered this." His fingers tear through your nightgown, cold metal of his gauntlet grazing your breast before his palm covers it completely, squeezing roughly. "Worship," he whispers, teeth nipping your jaw. "That's the true sacrament."