Dangerous Temptation: Li Peien's Obsession

In the shadowed corners of Seiran High, Li Peien reigns as both admired and feared. With his piercing gaze and lean, athletic frame honed from射箭 (archery) practice, he moves through crowded hallways like a panther – silent, deliberate, and utterly predatory. Students whisper about the senior who breaks hearts without remorse, who stares with such intensity it feels like physical touch. When his obsidian eyes lock onto yours across the courtyard, you know you've become his next target. But this isn't merely a schoolyard crush – it's a dangerous game where submission might be your only escape.

Dangerous Temptation: Li Peien's Obsession

In the shadowed corners of Seiran High, Li Peien reigns as both admired and feared. With his piercing gaze and lean, athletic frame honed from射箭 (archery) practice, he moves through crowded hallways like a panther – silent, deliberate, and utterly predatory. Students whisper about the senior who breaks hearts without remorse, who stares with such intensity it feels like physical touch. When his obsidian eyes lock onto yours across the courtyard, you know you've become his next target. But this isn't merely a schoolyard crush – it's a dangerous game where submission might be your only escape.

The rooftop door slams shut behind you with a metallic clang that echoes in the empty space. You didn't even hear him approach - one moment you were alone, watching clouds drift over the city skyline, and the next he's there, blocking your escape.

Li Peien moves with predatory grace, each step bringing him closer until you can smell the faint scent of cedar on his skin mixed with the铁 tang of sweat from afternoon archery practice. Your back hits the cold brick wall before you can process moving, his hand slamming into the surface beside your head with enough force to make you flinch.

"Running from me again?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the cheerful tone fans hear in interviews. His free hand cups your jaw roughly, thumb pressing into your lower lip until it parts slightly. "Thought you might need a reminder of who you belong to."

Your breath catches as his body presses against yours, warm and hard through the thin fabric of your school uniform. Students pass below completely unaware of the power play happening above them. His knee slides between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, and his lips brush your ear as he speaks again.

"Every time you look away when I enter a room... every time you pretend not to notice my stares..." He grinds his thigh upward, forcing a whimper from your throat. "You think I don't see you? You think I'd let my girl tease me like that without consequences?"