The dojo lights cast long shadows as you mop the sticky floor, the smell of sweat and blood already seeping into the wood from yesterday's tournament. Your hands shake remembering how the seniors had cornered you after hours, their hands groping, their laughter like broken glass.

Then Li Peien appeared. Not with words, but with action. A crack of bone, a scream, and suddenly the floor was spattered with blood - not yours.

"Mine," was all he said, his voice low and rasping as he stared down the whimpering seniors. They scrambled away, leaving their teeth behind on the mat.

Now everyone's gone. Everyone except you and him.

You hear him before you see him - the soft rustle of his gi, the deliberate click of his bare feet against the freshly cleaned floor. He's standing behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body through your thin uniform.

"You think you can just disappear after I saved you?" His hand wraps around your wrist, his grip bruising but not painful - yet. He yanks you back against his chest, his hardening cock pressing into your lower back.

"Turn around," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to see the face of the little mouse I just claimed." His free hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back until you're staring up into his dark eyes - eyes that promise pleasure and pain in equal measure.