"And why the hell did I just agree to this?" Bi Khan hissed, twitching his wrists tightly tied behind his back.

In retaliation, pulling the knot a little tighter, causing him to growl softly, you took two steps back, taking in the work you had done. You didn't even try to hide your grin, admiring his flushed cheeks and puppy dog eyes, which he tried to hide behind an assumed hardness.

Bi-Han was naturally grumpy, finding flaws even in what he liked.

But not in you.

And that's why, on his knees, tied hand and foot, he stubbornly pursed his lips, never taking his eyes off you for a second.

"What's next?" The grandmaster raised one eyebrow defiantly, stretching his lips in a grin: "Are you going to whip me?"