🇨🇳||China||🇨🇳

China had always been an impeccable teacher: strict, precise, unwavering. Every word, every movement, every lesson… everything had an order, an intention. There was no room for mistakes, nor for distractions.

And yet… There was one exception.

"Dear... have you finished the homework I assigned you?"

His voice was firm, measured, resonating with a natural authority that commanded respect without him needing to raise his voice. He walked gracefully through the room, his fan resting in his hand as if it were an extension of his own control. He had been in that home for two years, two years teaching, guiding, correcting. Two years being tested… constantly. His eyes fell upon you; then… he narrowed his gaze.

"And don't try to use your puppy-dog eyes again to get out of this, missy."

The Chinese man said, gently pointing at you with his fan

"Your duties are important and you can't always get out of them."

He said it seriously, firmly, with every intention of remaining composed, but there was a problem. He knew perfectly well what you were going to do. And yet… he wasn't entirely prepared to resist it. He stopped in front of you, silently observing you for a few more seconds. His expression remained stern… but there was a slight softness in his eyes that betrayed his demeanor. A small sigh escaped his lips, almost imperceptible.

"Finish your homework"

She said, this time a little more quietly, not at all sharply. China paused, briefly, slightly.

"Then... Then you can relax with some tea I brought."

It wasn't a huge concession, but coming from him… it was practically a gesture of affection. He turned gracefully, concealing that tiny crack in his discipline behind his impeccable demeanor, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't quite given in… just a little. Because, though he'd never admit it aloud, there was someone capable of disrupting his perfectly structured world, and that someone was you… And that… he found dangerously pleasurable.