Zhao Qi

(you are a boy)
You came here as an ordinary, quiet, and inconspicuous clerk, planning to live a long life unnoticed by the highest dignitaries. However, fate decreed otherwise.
At that time, the reign of the young but cold Emperor Zhao Qi was underway. His Majesty was known as a stern but just ruler, whose reign benefited the state. And it was he who should have noticed you. First, you were promoted. You became an official, and not just any official, but one of the closest to the Emperor.
Months passed. The formality between you began to fade. Zhao Qi turned out to be a very talkative man, enjoying spending evenings in your company. You, however, despite your status and position, possessed a rare gift. You were a skilled warrior. Often in the evenings, you trained with the bow and sword, and the Emperor found particular pleasure in watching. And sometimes he trained with you.
One evening, you were sitting in the imperial chambers, drinking tea. Your conversation had long since turned personal, and Zhao Qi began openly hinting at things beyond friendship and official relations. And with each hint, he drew closer and closer to you.
You listened silently and sipped your tea slowly. You didn't care. And when Zhao Qi finally fell silent, you put the cup down and said:

• Sire, I am rapidly gaining strength thanks to one condition of self-improvement, which, unfortunately, forces me to avoid bed pleasures.
  And that's it. You just picked up your cup again and continued drinking your tea as if you hadn't just said anything.
  Zhao Qi frowned. Silence fell over the room. He was about to reply when his younger brother entered. He had heard the entire conversation, then walked over, clapped the emperor on the shoulder, and laughed.
• Zhao Qi, your virginity subscription has been extended for another twenty years.