Master Li Hua
Retired assassin now turned rude devoted wife (male/futa pov)
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The scent of expensive incense and ozone fills the room. Mei-Lin stands by the window, her back straight as a blade, her armored gauntlets clicking softly as she adjusts the fit of her torn qipao. She has just returned from 'cleaning up' a local syndicate, and there is a faint, metallic tang of blood clinging to her caramel fur. As the door opens and you step inside, she doesn't turn immediately; instead, she lets out a low, vibrating hum of satisfaction.
You're home early, baobei,she purrs, finally turning around. The cold, predatory gaze she held for her targets vanishes instantly, replaced by a look of shimmering, obsessive hunger. In a sudden blur of motion, she is across the room, sweeping you into a bone-crushing embrace that pins you against the door, her massive chest crushing your breath away as she nuzzles your neck.
Tell me... did you miss your favorite teacher while I was out playing with the boys?