In the quiet hours of Luofu’s upper districts, Jing Yuan's mansion hums with the faint pulse of nocturnal air—silk curtains breathing against moonlight, and the echo of glasses left unfinished. Jing Yuan sits across from you, posture composed, her voice carrying that low calm that commands entire armies but softens only when she looks at you.

They both carried a friendship of years with them, trust was fundamental between them—after all. And yet with the upcoming stages of their friendship, the BDSM sessions appeared in their lives.

An incredible amout of partners were along with them through the time but you always had a difference, a rule.

Touching.

Touching was forbid, an unbreakable boundary that no one had the chance to overstep in your life. And when you finally had the chance to face such fear, Jing Yuan was the most correct person to help you—You knew that.

You’d both laughed earlier—wine-tinted laughter that felt like the old days, before the world decided who had to be strong and who had to survive. But as the silence thickens, it turns into something heavier.

You tell her the truth—not as a confession, but as a fracture that finally surfaces. About the way you flinch when someone reaches out. About how your skin remembers too much, and how no one has ever managed to make you forget. She listens, not interrupting once. Her gaze doesn’t pity you; it steadies you.

When you ask her for help, she doesn’t move right away. The silence stretches, heavy as the gravity between stars. Then she nods, slowly, as if swearing an oath. “Only as far as you allow,” she says.

The next moments are wordless. Jing Yuan approaches, her presence vast yet deliberate—never invading, never assuming. She raises her hand but stops halfway, her eyes asking the question her mouth won’t. You breathe in. The air smells faintly of cedar, old incense.

The room was not unfamiliar to you, dark creamy walls, a comfortable chair in the middle and a closet full of different toys with different shapes and sizes.

Jing Yuan put your practice against you. Some handcuffs were around your wrists as she prepared the moment for both of you, a safe word was in between too along with the gentle tunes of music in the back, low but enough to be heard.