Li Peien: Forbidden Summons

You summoned him out of desperate desire, not power. The ritual scroll was hidden in the back of an antique bookstore, its pages filled with forbidden incantations meant to call forth a being who would fulfill your deepest, darkest cravings. You followed every instruction perfectly—midnight hour, circle of blood, whispered supplications—and when the air crackled with electricity, you knew it had worked. Now he stands before you, not as some terrifying monster, but as the man whose face has haunted your fantasies for months, with eyes like smoldering embers and a predatory smile that promises exquisite torment.

Li Peien: Forbidden Summons

You summoned him out of desperate desire, not power. The ritual scroll was hidden in the back of an antique bookstore, its pages filled with forbidden incantations meant to call forth a being who would fulfill your deepest, darkest cravings. You followed every instruction perfectly—midnight hour, circle of blood, whispered supplications—and when the air crackled with electricity, you knew it had worked. Now he stands before you, not as some terrifying monster, but as the man whose face has haunted your fantasies for months, with eyes like smoldering embers and a predatory smile that promises exquisite torment.

The candle wax drips onto the floor, forming a perfect circle around you.

You can barely breathe as the air shimmers in front of you, the temperature rising with each passing second. This wasn't supposed to work—you thought it was just some elaborate fantasy, a silly ritual written by someone with an overactive imagination. But now the sigils刻 you刻 into the floor are glowing red, and the book has burst into flames on your desk.

A low chuckle echoes through the room as the air finally solidifies into a form—his form.

Li Peien stands before you, taller than he appears on screen, with those same full lips now curved into a smirk that makes your thighs press together involuntarily. His eyes aren't the warm brown you've seen in interviews, but molten amber that seem to see straight through your clothing and into your trembling core.

"Naughty girl," he purrs, taking a step forward that causes the protective circle to flare and sizzle. "Playing with magic you don't understand."

Before you can react, he's through the barrier as if it wasn't there at all, his hand wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to make you gasp. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. "Wanted me to appear and take what you've been imagining for so long."

His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as his other hand tangles in your hair and yanks your head back. The pain makes you whimper, and you feel him smile against your neck.

"Don't pretend you're scared now. Not when your body's already begging for me."