The Cuckold’s Lush Estate (Fan Edition)

The study's candlelight burned out, and a new plan was already well-conceived in my mind. But just as a beast needs to lie in wait before hunting, the fulfillment of desire also requires patience and groundwork. For the next month and a half, life seemed divided into two distinct halves—daytime's rising fame and nighttime's intimate tenderness.

The threshold of the medical clinic was almost worn through. The title of "Divine Physician Wu" spread like wildfire throughout Chang'an City. Not only because those "ancestral secret remedies" had immediate effects on certain chronic illnesses, but also because I began to selectively display some diagnostic techniques and concepts beyond this era. For example, for a rich merchant suffering from Wasting and Thirsting Syndrome (diabetes), I not only prescribed the traditional Yin-Nourishing, Fire-Reducing Prescription, but also advised him to strictly control his diet, and taught him a simple set of "Qi Circulation Guidance Techniques" (which were actually the basic principles of aerobic exercise). The effect was naturally astonishing; the rich merchant was overwhelmed with gratitude. The consultation fees and thank-you gifts presented filled half a room. More importantly, the system prompts kept ringing:

[Task Completed: Difficult and Complicated Illnesses - Diabetes showing initial efficacy]Points gained: 300

[Hidden Achievement: New Trends in Medical Field (Regional)]Points gained: 500

[Reputation Boost: Chang'an Renowned Physician]System Mall unlocks more medical-related items

Such tasks and achievements allowed my system points to accumulate at an astonishing rate, quickly breaking through four digits. During this time, I couldn't resist browsing the mall, seeing more tantalizing items—for example, the [Taste Bud Illusion Candy] which could simulate various bodily fluid tastes, the [Ice and Fire Twofold Ointment] which could alter skin sensitivity, and even the [Mockingbird Mimicry Pill] which could temporarily change one's voice to imitate others. But ultimately, I resisted the urge to redeem them, simply making a mental note of these novelties, saving them for when the "Zhenguan Green Estate" was completed, to "savor" them one by one.

The construction of the "Zhenguan Green Estate" was also proceeding secretly and efficiently. Relying on my growing wealth and some "connections" (mainly the high-ranking officials and nobles whose stubborn diseases I had cured), the selection of the site and the initial construction of the manor went exceptionally smoothly. The old craftsman truly lived up to his reputation; not only was his skill exquisite, but his lips were also sealed tight. Every time I found an opportunity to "inspect" the construction site in the city outskirts, I would see new changes.

The main building had already taken initial shape, appearing no different from an ordinary wealthy family's detached residence from the outside. However, its internal structure was entirely designed according to my blueprints. The cunningly concealed room layouts, the "one-way transparent walls" constructed using visual illusions and special materials, and most importantly—the live water circulation system with heating and filtering functions, which ran through the entire core area of the manor—had all begun to take shape. Stroking the cold and smooth "glazed wall" (a specially made one-way glass), imagining the scenes of sensuality that would unfold here in the future, a sense of satisfaction, like that of a creator, spontaneously arose within me. The old craftsman even proudly showed me the preliminary mechanism of the "Mandarin Duck Revolving Heart Bed"—with a gentle touch of the trigger, the bed could silently rotate, ascend, descend, and even change angles, unlocking the possibility of more "positions."

Of course, all of this required a vast amount of money and time. The wealth earned from the medical clinic flowed like water into this bottomless pit, but seeing that "paradise," which symbolized my most secret desires, gradually transform from blueprints into reality, every effort felt worthwhile.

Life within the mansion, meanwhile, entered a subtle "period of calm." Ying'er and I seemed to have truly returned to the sweetness of newlyweds. During the day, we were busy with our own affairs; at night, we embraced and slept. I no longer eagerly forced her into various humiliating games as before, but instead showed more tenderness and thoughtfulness.

Of course, intimate pleasures had not ceased entirely. I would still obsessively lick her jade feet, savoring that unique softness and coolness that belonged only to me; and she would still, at my pleading, use her increasingly skilled fingers, filled with affection and mischievousness, to give me a handjob (she seemed to have completely fallen in love with this humiliating way of fully controlling my orgasm). That huge black simulated dick would sometimes be "brought out," but under my deliberate guidance, it mostly played the role of a "reference object" or a "toy," rather than a direct instrument of violation.

For example, I would have her hold that fake dick while giving me a handjob, and with a tone full of affection, she would recount the vast differences between the two, doing her utmost to humiliate me; or, when she bathed, I would place the fake dick by the tub, letting her play with it with wet fingers amidst the steamy mist, feeling its cold touch, and then use those fingers, tainted with the "foreign object's" scent, to tease my sensitivity...

Ying'er's state was also subtly changing. She seemed to have gradually accepted the "fact" of having been deflowered that night. Although occasionally in the quiet of the night, I could still feel her body's unconscious trembling, during the day, she could now naturally wear that black spade hairpin, and even when dressing, she would examine it intently in the mirror for a long time, her eyes complex. Her dependence on me deepened, and she more actively accommodated my various fetishes, as if trying to prove her love for me in this way, to compensate for the "deficiency" of her body "no longer being complete." However, beneath that facade of gentle obedience, in those moments of distraction when she occasionally gazed at that black fake dick, I could always catch a glimpse of a deeper, more hidden emotion. It was no longer mere fear and shame; it seemed... there was also a hint of curiosity? A trace of lingering pleasure? And even a hint... of a reawakened desire for stronger stimulation... that she herself had not yet perceived?

The dormant period was nearing its end. Whether it was the construction of the Zhenguan Green Estate or Ying'er's subtle psychological changes, everything was moving in the direction I had anticipated.

It was time to add new fuel to this grand feast.

During the day, I was "Divine Physician Wu," whose fame rose in Chang'an City; my medical clinic was bustling with patients, praise and wealth poured in, and my system points had long accumulated to a gratifying number. That secret paradise in the city outskirts, named "Zhenguan Green Estate," was rising from the ground, nourished by abundant funds, gradually revealing its luxurious and secretive contours.

But when night fell, shedding the "Divine Physician's" aura, I transformed back into that cuckold husband indulging in forbidden desires. My "world for two" with Ying'er entered an even deeper, more twisted "sweet period."

Tonight, just like any other night.

Having finished the day's busy work at the clinic, and politely declining several colleagues' invitations to banquets, I headed straight back to the mansion. After a warm yet subtly undercurrent-filled dinner with Ying'er, we retired early to the bedroom.

A routine session of tenderness ensued—from devotedly licking her jade feet, feeling the slight coolness and fragrance from her delicate skin, to enjoying her increasingly skilled two-finger handjob, which precisely hit my excitation points, amidst her half-reluctant, loving, yet humiliating teasing. The [Sperm-Lock Jade Ring] had long proven useless for my disappointing little cock; instead, it had become Ying'er's new tool for teasing me. She always liked to fondle me while lightly tapping the jade ring with her fingertip, playfully remarking, "Husband, this precious jade ring you wear, it's like a decorative trim for that thing, but alas, it's good for looks but not for use." And I, amidst this shameful yet sweet "torture," soon surrendered, ejaculating my thin semen onto her slender jade hand, which was already stained with my scent.

She seemed accustomed to this routine, too, giggling as she licked the white fluid clean from her hand, her eyes showing affection for me, along with a subtle, almost imperceptible sense of "victor's" satisfaction and superiority.

"Husband is always so quick, this servant hasn't even tried hard yet," she wiped the corner of her mouth, nestled in my arms, unconsciously twirling my hair with her fingers, her tone a lazy whine.

"Whose fault is it that Ying'er's hands are so formidable?" I was still catching my breath, but my mind was already concocting the next "show."

"What's the use of formidable hands alone? They still can't satisfy Ying'er's little mouth, let alone the even greedier mouth below," I said, feigning self-deprecation, then abruptly changed the subject. "Speaking of which, that 'treasure' I got from the Western Regions merchant last time, your husband hasn't properly played with it yet."

At my words, Ying'er's body stiffened slightly, then two blushes flew to her cheeks, and her eyes became somewhat evasive: "Husband wants to tease this servant again..." She clearly remembered that huge black fake dick and the humiliating experience of being fucked to orgasm by it.

"Not teasing Ying'er this time," I said soothingly, kissing her forehead. Then, from a hidden compartment by the bed (which I had already placed via the system), I took out two items—that [Simulated Penis (Custom Black Man's Size)] and a strangely shaped transparent glazed vessel—the [Electric Transparent Fleshlight (Li Ying Custom Edition)].

I handed the transparent "glazed cup" to Ying'er and explained, "Look at this. This is also a wonder brought by that Western Regions merchant. It's said to be made to mimic the structure of a woman's vulva, with many massaging protrusions inside, and it can even vibrate and make sounds on its own... truly marvelous." (I used the excuse of "Western Regions wonders" to explain the system items. Ancient people often attributed incomprehensible things to exotic crafts or foreign tales and wouldn't delve into their principles.)

Ying'er curiously took the "glazed cup"; it felt cool and smooth in her hand, its internal structure faintly visible, indeed somewhat similar to a woman's private parts, just more complex and ingenious. She had never seen such a peculiar object and couldn't help but examine it closely.

"How... how is this thing used?" she asked, bewildered.

"Your husband will demonstrate," I smiled mysteriously, then took the huge black fake dick and pressed an inconspicuous protrusion at the bottom of the "glazed cup."

*Buzz—*

The "glazed cup" suddenly emitted a faint vibrating sound, and simultaneously, a familiar sound came from within it!

"Mm... ah... Husband... you're so amazing..."

It was Ying'er's own moans!

Ying'er instantly gaped! She couldn't believe her ears! Her face turned crimson as if about to bleed! "This... this... how could this be..."

"See? Amazing, isn't it?" I smiled triumphantly, then slowly, deliberately, aimed the huge black fake dick at the vibrating, moaning transparent "glazed cup" opening... and inserted it!

The transparent "glazed cup" completely enveloped the thick black fake dick! The internal protrusions and vibrations simulated the contractions and sucking of a vagina! Accompanied by Ying'er's own deeply erotic moans! The entire scene was both eerie and explicit!

I gripped the fake dick and began to slowly thrust it in and out of the transparent "glazed cup," letting her clearly see how the huge "meat stick" entered, exited, and rubbed within the device mimicking her vaginal hole...

Ying'er watched, mesmerized, her small mouth slightly agape, her eyes hazy, and her breathing quickened. She seemed to see another version of herself, being fiercely fucked dry by that huge black thing... The intense visual, auditory, and psychological impact made her body involuntarily heat up, and her legs instinctively pressed together, rubbing.

"Ying'er... look..." I continued simulating the thrusting while guiding her attention, letting her compare. "This big fellow... thrusting into this 'glazed c*nt'... isn't it much more satisfying to watch than your husband's? If it were your husband's little thing... I'm afraid it wouldn't even fill this 'glazed c*nt', would it?"

"Husband..." Ying'er's face flushed crimson at my words, and she shyly turned her head away, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum, "You... you're teasing this servant again..." But her gaze couldn't help but steal glances at the constantly moving black giant within the transparent glass.

"Then... Ying'er, tell me..." I deliberately pressed on, savoring her embarrassed yet curious expression. "Compared to... Zaha's real one? Is this one bigger? Or was that one harder?"

"Oh, husband!" Ying'er was both ashamed and angry, her delicate fists lightly pounding my chest, "No... don't mention that slave again!" But her eyes flickered, and the blush on her face deepened. Clearly, this question had stirred deeper memories and comparisons within her.

Seeing her like this, I knew the time was right. I pulled out the huge fake dick and turned off the "glazed cup's" vibration and sound. On the transparent inner wall, some lubricating fluid (which I had applied beforehand) remained, looking like real cum.

"Alright, alright, your husband won't tease you anymore." I put away both items, pulled her back into my arms, and gently kissed her cheek. "It's just... seeing Ying'er so interested in these 'big fellows'... your husband was thinking... perhaps... it's time to let that *real* big fellow... come out and get some exercise again?"

Ying'er's body instantly tensed up! She looked up, her eyes wide with terror: "Husband... you... you want to again..."

"Don't be afraid," I gently soothed, my finger lightly stroking her lips. "Your husband isn't forcing you... It's just... how about we play a game?"

"A game?" Ying'er looked at me, puzzled.

"Yes, remember the dice game we used to play?" I coaxed. "This time... we'll still add names, just like before... but only... yours, mine, and... Zaha's name, how about it?"

Ying'er's face instantly went pale. She seemed to recall the terrifying outcome of the last "Ying'er sucks Zaha's dick" game, and her eyes were filled with resistance.

"Husband..." She clutched my hand, pleading, "Can we... can we not play that one... This servant... this servant is scared! Truly scared!"

"Silly Ying'er," I murmured, holding her tighter with tender affection. "This time it's different... This time... we'll set some rules... For example... if a command is too extreme... we can disregard it... or... choose a punishment instead..." My voice was filled with temptation and reassurance. "It's just a game, after all... to add some spice... and... it's been so long since your husband... has seen Ying'er's adorable, bashful expression when rolling the dice..."

As I spoke, my fingers gently teased the budding nipples on her chest, causing her body to gradually soften.

"And... look," I said, pointing to the hourglass on the bedside table. "It's still early... Does Ying'er... want to go to bed so soon? Don't you want to... play something more exciting?"

Ying'er looked at the familiar glint in my eyes, a mix of affection and twisted desire. Then, remembering her promises and dependence on me, the defenses in her heart began to crumble once more. She hesitated, struggled, and finally... she couldn't resist my persistence and that subtle, secret anticipation within her (perhaps even she hadn't realized it).

She let out a soft sigh, imbued with resignation and a hint of helpless petulance: "Alright... I'll go along with my husband... But... it's agreed... anything too extreme... won't count..."

"Of course!" I was overjoyed, nodding in rapid agreement.

From the secret compartment by the bed, I retrieved the exquisite erotic dice and the drawing tube. Inside the tube, three slips of paper were already prepared, bearing the names "Husband," "Ying'er," and "Zaha."

Candlelight flickered, and a heady fragrance permeated the air. A forbidden game, full of the unknown and thrilling stimulation, was about to unfold once more between me, my beloved wife, and that black slave with the terrifyingly large cock...

Looking at Ying'er's resigned yet slightly petulant expression, my heart swelled with a mix of affection and excitement. Her appearance, both dependent on me and helpless against my perverse fetish, was utterly captivating! The game hadn't even begun, but I already felt a thrill of complete control.

"Silly Ying'er, how could your husband bear to make things difficult for you?" I held her even tighter, my words soothing, yet my hand restlessly slipped back into her loose nightclothes, gently kneading her full, warm breasts. Feeling the delicate skin and the slightly erect nipples beneath my fingertips, I lowered my head and whispered close to her ear, my breath hot: "But... before the game begins, your husband must first 'inspect,' to see if our Ying'er... is ready..."

My kisses drifted like feathers onto her sensitive earlobe and the side of her neck, my tongue gently licking, eliciting a series of minute shivers from her. "Mm... husband... stop teasing..." Her voice was imbued with the soft, sticky quality of arousal, and her body gradually melted into my embrace. Her fingers, which had been tightly clutching her clothes in nervousness, now loosened, resting weakly on my arm.

My lips and tongue traveled downwards, gliding past her delicate collarbone, and once again reached her ample breasts. Through the thin nightclothes, I enveloped her already hardened nipple, gently sucking and nibbling, feeling it swell and throb in my mouth.

"Ah... mm... Husband..." Her breathing quickened, her chest heaving, and the flush that had only recently faded from her face reappeared. Clearly, even without actual intercourse, such simple teasing was enough to arouse her.

Feeling that her body was sufficiently relaxed and her desire rekindled, I pulled back slightly, gazing into her moist eyes, hazy with lust, and softly asked, "Ying'er... are you ready? Can our game... begin now?"

She looked at me with glazed eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. After a moment, she gently nodded, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum: "Mm..."

Receiving her affirmative reply, I picked up the dice and drawing tube, making as if to start. But then, as if something suddenly occurred to me, I asked in a teasing and probing tone: "Oh right, Ying'er... Look, the moonlight is so lovely tonight. For our game... how about... we invite someone to attend to us? Like... Zaha?"

The moment the name "Zaha" left my lips, the soft, warm body in my arms instantly stiffened!

Ying'er abruptly lifted her head, all color drained from her face. Those eyes, which had just been hazy with desire, were now filled with terror and pleading! She gripped my arm tightly, her nails almost digging into my flesh, her voice thick with unconcealed fear and a sob: "No! Husband! No! Please... don't call him! This servant... this servant is scared! Truly scared!"

She shook her head violently, tears instantly gushing forth and streaming down her pale cheeks. "Just thinking about him... thinking about that night... this servant just... just trembles all over... Husband... isn't it better if it's just the two of us? Please... don't call him..."

Looking at her frightened, pitiful state, although my heart felt a slight disappointment at not being able to immediately stage the "spectator" scene, there was more tenderness and satisfaction. Her fear precisely proved how immense the impact of Zaha's dick had been! And it also proved how dependent she was on me at this moment!

"Alright, alright, your husband understands. Your husband won't call him, won't call him then." I quickly pulled her tightly into my embrace, gently patting her back, soothing her in a soft voice, filled with regret and tenderness. "It's your husband's fault for bringing up that frightening matter again. Look how scared our Ying'er is... Your husband was wrong, your husband deserves a slap."

I raised my hand and lightly slapped my own mouth, then kissed away the tears from her cheeks. "No Zaha. Tonight, it's just the two of us playing, no one else. As long as our Ying'er is happy, your husband will be content."

Under my gentle comfort, Ying'er's emotions gradually calmed down. Although her body still trembled slightly, the terror in her eyes had significantly faded, replaced by deep dependence and a sense of relief. She buried her face in my chest, nodding vigorously, her voice thick with a nasal tone: "Mm... thank you, husband..."

"Silly girl, why be polite with your husband?" I dotingly ruffled her hair, then picked up the drawing tube, pulled out the paper slip with "Zaha's" name written on it, waved it in front of her, and casually tossed it aside. "See? He's gone. Now, inside here, it's just 'Husband' and 'Ying'er.' Shall we begin?"

Ying'er looked at the discarded slip, as if a great weight had been lifted from her heart, and finally revealed a relieved smile, gently nodding.

I handed her the drawing tube: "Then... would Ying'er like to go first, or your husband?"

Watching her expressive eyes, filled with a hint of dependence and shyness, I gently set down the divination tube. I took her cool, delicate hand and softly said, "Since Ying'er has agreed, your husband certainly won't let you be frightened or worried. Tell me, in this game, what commands do you consider 'too much,' making you uncomfortable? Let's set a rule: if we roll one of those, it won't count, or... we can change the punishment. How about that? Your husband wants to hear what you think." I lowered my posture, looking at her sincerely, expressing my care for her.

Ying'er clearly hadn't expected me to discuss it with her so formally. She paused slightly, then two captivating blushes flew to her cheeks, and her eyes showed obvious emotion and reassurance. She lowered her head, unconsciously twisting her sash, and whispered, "Husband... caring for your humble servant's feelings, your humble servant... your humble servant is very happy in her heart..." She paused, seemingly organizing her words, with a hint of unspeakable shyness, "Actually... actually, as long as... as long as it's not like last time... like what happened with Zaha last time... that's fine... for the rest... for the rest, your humble servant will follow husband's arrangements..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, the last few words almost inaudible, but the meaning was clear—as long as it didn't involve Zaha and that humiliating, terrifying experience, she was willing to endure the other "marital pleasures" for me.

"Good, your husband understands." A warm current and a strong sense of satisfaction surged through me. I gently pulled her into my embrace and kissed her forehead. "Then it's settled. Anything that makes Ying'er afraid or uncomfortable, especially anything that reminds you of that dog slave, we won't count at all! Tonight, it's just a game for us, husband and wife."

"Mm..." Ying'er nodded hard in my arms, and finally, a completely relaxed and sweet smile bloomed on her face. That smile was like the sky after a rain, exuding an indescribable charming allure.

"Then... shall we start the game?" I picked up the divination tube and shook it in front of her.

"Husband first," she said with a mix of shyness and anticipation, giving me the choice.

"Alright." I no longer hesitated. I drew two slips from the tube—sure enough, they were "Husband" and "Ying'er." Then I picked up the two ivory dice, shook them gently in my palm, silently wishing for a good omen, and tossed them onto the bed!

Rattle, rattle... the dice stopped.

Looking closely, one die had "Lick" carved on it, and the other was a delicate pattern of a "Foot," with the character "Toe" carefully marked beside it.

[Husband Lick Ying'er Toes]!

"Hahaha, looks like your husband's luck is good today!" My heart swelled with joy, and an undisguised smile of excitement spread across my face. This was practically a perfect start custom-made for me!

When Ying'er saw the result, her face also flushed. She lightly spat at me, "Husband only thinks of such things..." Her tone was petulant, but she didn't resist. Instead, she obediently extended her beautiful feet, which I had just "inspected" and which still held a hint of lazy allure, slightly towards me.

I quickly put down the dice and rushed over like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, carefully cradling her soft, fair right foot. Her feet were exquisitely shaped, her skin whiter than snow, and her ten toes, painted with [Black Charm Nail Art - Black Gold Heart Design], were as round and lovely as fine black jade pearls. In the candlelight, the black heart pattern shimmered with a subtle luster, creating a strong visual contrast with her snow-white feet, radiating a fatal temptation.

I took a deep breath, as if on a pilgrimage, lowered my head, extended my tongue, and began to devoutly lick.

My tongue first glided over her delicate instep, feeling its smooth texture, then arrived at her pearl-like toes. I started from her round and lovely pinky toe, carefully tracing the contour of each toe with the tip of my tongue, feeling the softness of the toe pads and the smoothness of the toenails. My agile tongue slipped between her toes, bringing forth traces of ticklishness and moisture, causing her toes to curl slightly and a faint, suppressed moan to escape her throat.

"Mm... Husband... it tickles..." she protested softly, her body gently twisting, but she didn't pull her foot back. Instead, there was a hint of pleasure-filled laziness.

I didn't stop. My tongue wrapped even more brazenly around her big toe, meticulously licking the smooth black heart nail, even gently nibbling the round curve of the toenail with my teeth. Imagining these slutty feet, once licked by that black brute Zaha, now being devoutly served by me, her "impotent" husband, a perverse pleasure mixed with possessiveness, jealousy, and satisfaction surged through my heart again.

I looked up, watching her eyes slightly narrowed in comfort and the alluring blush on her cheeks, my heart filled with infatuation. I carefully licked all ten of her toes, until each one was coated with my saliva and glistening, then reluctantly stopped.

"Alright, husband has completed the task." I raised my head, licking my lips with lingering desire, and gently placed her foot back on the bed. "Now... it's Ying'er's turn."

Ying'er was somewhat limp from my licking, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkling. She playfully glared at me, adjusted her sitting posture slightly, then picked up the divination tube. With a mix of shyness and curiosity, she shook it and drew out two slips—sure enough, "Ying'er" and "Husband."

Next, she picked up the two dice, clenching her small hands nervously, as if praying not to roll too embarrassing a result, then gently tossed them onto the bed.

The dice rolled a few times and stopped.

I looked closely: one was "Caress," and the other was a crooked pattern symbolizing the male reproductive organ, with the words "Male Organ" marked beside it.

[Ying'er Caress Husband Male Organ]!

"Oh dear..." Ying'er's face instantly turned crimson, like a ripe apple, when she saw the result. She let out a soft gasp and looked at me with a panicked, shy, and bewildered expression.

"It seems it's Ying'er's turn to serve your husband this time." I secretly rejoiced, but deliberately put on an expectant, slightly mischievous smile. Then I lay down openly and patted the area between my legs. "Come, Ying'er, your husband can't wait." At the same time, I also slightly adjusted the position of the [Sperm-Lock Jade Ring] at the base of my cock, making it more prominent.

Ying'er bit her lip, seemingly trying to gather courage. She took a deep breath, then slowly moved closer and knelt between my legs. Looking at my small cock, which was slightly erect with anticipation and adorned with the jade ring, a mischievous smile flashed in her eyes.

She extended her slender, beautiful hands, still warm from my licking, and with those two fingers that made my soul turn upside down—her index finger and thumb—she gently pinched the completely foreskinned tip of my penis.

"Husband's little thing, it does look a bit more exquisite with the jade ring," she deliberately leaned closer, her warm breath caressing my lower abdomen, her voice teasing and playful. "I just wonder... can this 'exquisite' treasure... make husband a bit more useful?"

With that, she repeated her trick. Her fingers applied slight pressure, slowly pulling back my foreskin to expose the pink, sensitive glans. Then, with two fingers gripping the base, she began a gentle yet skillful stroking motion.

"Mmm..." The long-lost intense pleasure surged through me again! Although the excitement from licking her feet hadn't completely subsided, this direct stimulation from her jade fingers instantly made my body tense! Especially the exposed glans; each time her cool, delicate fingers brushed it, an unspeakable tingle shot through me!

"Hehehe... husband is reacting so quickly?" She felt my body stiffen and my cock tremble, and let out a silvery, charming laugh. Her hand movements didn't stop; she even lightly scraped my coronal sulcus with her fingernail. "It seems husband's little thing... is very sensitive indeed... Let your humble servant 'love' it well..."

Her words were full of teasing and tender affection, and her movements became even more skillful. The cool jade ring bound the base, while the tip was repeatedly stimulated by her warm, nimble fingers. Intense waves of pleasure crashed against my nerves, but I forcefully held back the surging desire. I couldn't cum so fast! The game had just begun!

I felt the extreme pleasure brought by her fingers, and the loving, humiliating words she whispered, immersing myself in this bittersweet world of just the two of us...

Ying'er's mischievous smile and the soul-stirring touch from her fingertips made me so comfortable I almost moaned aloud. That poor cock trembled incessantly under her skillful two-finger manipulation. The glans swelled slightly from sensitivity, and transparent fluid even seeped from its tip. The cool jade ring at the base added a strange, binding pleasure.

"Mmm..." I desperately held back the surging desire, biting my lip to keep myself from ejaculating so quickly. The game had just begun; how could I spoil the fun so soon? "Ying'er... slow... slower... husband... wants to enjoy it a little longer..."

"Hehehe... Is husband begging for mercy?" Ying'er heard my suppressed panting and giggled merrily. Her hand movements actually slowed down. No longer urgent stroking, she began to "savor" it more meticulously with her two slender fingers, as if playing with a precious jade artifact. Her finger pads gently massaged the most sensitive frenulum beneath the glans, while her fingernail deliberately grazed the connection between the jade ring and my flesh, bringing sharp, seductive tingles.

"Husband's little thing, it's truly pitiful," she slowly kneaded and teased, then lowered her head, her warm breath caressing my slightly rising and falling lower abdomen. Her tone was full of boundless affection, yet her words were utterly humiliating. "It's so tiny, your humble servant can play with it to death with just two fingers... unlike... Sigh..." She deliberately drew out her words, not finishing the sentence, but the unspoken comparison within her words was like an invisible needle, fiercely piercing my heart, bringing a sharp pain mixed with shame and excitement!

I knew what she was thinking! She was thinking of Zaha's big black cock that could fiercely fuck her to death! Only such a massive thing could truly make her feel the pleasure of being filled and conquered! And my poor "three-inch stump," even with this ridiculous jade ring, could only barely survive between her two fingers!

"Then... then does Ying'er... feel... serving your husband's little thing... is a great injustice?" I suppressed the jealousy and bitterness in my heart, deliberately asking in a self-deprecating and humble tone, my eyes fixed on her reaction.

Ying'er paused slightly at my words, then looked up at the complex expression in my eyes. Her teasing smile faded, replaced by deep tenderness and affection. She leaned down, kissed my lips soothingly, and softly said, "What nonsense is husband saying? Your humble servant serves husband willingly, too happy to feel anything else... Though husband... though this part is a little small..." She glanced at my small cock, which was red from her ministrations, her cheeks faintly flushed. "But... but husband dotes on your humble servant and loves your humble servant, that's enough... No matter how big or powerful others are, they are ultimately just slaves, how can they compare to husband?"

Her words were gentle and sincere, instantly smoothing over the jealousy in my heart. Yes, I was her husband, the only man she loved! Even if my cock was small and useless, she would always be my wife! This realization brought a strong sense of satisfaction and security.

But at the same time, her phrase "no matter how big or powerful others are" echoed in my mind like a curse. Yes, powerful... that kind of "powerful" that made her cry out for mercy, with lustful fluid flowing everywhere... I could never give her that in this life...

"Ying'er..." My voice was a little hoarse, carrying a morbid desire, "Then... then after Ying'er served... served that 'big guy'... and then comes to serve husband's 'little thing'... does it feel... feel any different? Will... will your hand feel empty?"

Ying'er clearly hadn't expected me to ask so directly and explicitly! She suddenly looked up, her face flushed with blood, her eyes flashing with panic and shame. It seemed the memory of that night had been triggered again. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately just lowered her head, avoiding my gaze. Her hand movements, however, unconsciously sped up a bit, and the force increased, as if she wanted to cover her inner turmoil and... some unspeakable feeling with this action?

"Ngh ah..." Her sudden change in force and speed caught me off guard! An even stronger wave of pleasure instantly hit me! I couldn't help but groan aloud! That small cock, restrained by the jade ring, throbbed violently under her rapid stroking. The glans swelled almost to the point of bleeding!

"Husband... you..." Ying'er seemed startled by my reaction. Her hand movements paused slightly, and she looked up. Seeing my distorted expression from extreme pleasure, a complex light flashed in her eyes—pity, helplessness, shyness, and even... a hint of her own aroused recollection of that immense impact?

"Your humble servant... your humble servant just feels... husband's little thing... is too fragile to play with..." She took a deep breath, seemingly regaining her composure, and a familiar, teasing yet affectionate smile returned to her lips. Her hand movements also resumed their previous rhythm, even becoming more cunning. "I need to use some... special methods... to make husband... happy a little longer..."

With that, her other hand also reached out. No longer just two fingers, she used her entire soft, warm palm to grip my cock (even then, it was still more than enough), and then began to move up and down in a slow, rotating manner. At the same time, her two "meritorious" fingers focused even more on stimulating the glans and the sensitive areas around the jade ring.

"Ugh..." This new, more comprehensive stimulation almost instantly made me lose control! I bit my lip hard, my whole body tensed, desperately trying to resist that overwhelming pleasure with my will! I could feel fine beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead, and hear my own heavy, suppressed gasps!

"Hehehe... Look at husband... like he's being tortured..." Ying'er, seeing my desperate attempts to endure, laughed even more happily, her eyes filled with the cunning of successful mischief. "Clearly enjoying it so much, yet insisting on holding back... Tell me... what are you doing it for?"

"For... for enjoying Ying'er's service... a little longer..." I squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, my voice trembling from extreme excitement.

"Is that so?" She raised an eyebrow, leaned down, and with her soft lips, gently enveloped my already erect nipple, which was already damp with her saliva, her tongue skillfully circling.

"Ah—!" The strange stimulation from my chest was like a fuse, instantly igniting the long-accumulated desire within me! I could no longer hold back!

"Ying... Ying'er! No more! I'm... I'm going to cum!!" I let out a scream close to collapse! My hips uncontrollably thrust upwards!

Ying'er seemed to have anticipated it. The moment I cried out, she released my nipple, and her hands suddenly sped up, furiously stroking my already pushed-to-the-limit cock with an almost abusive force! The cool restraint of the jade ring and the intense friction of her warm palm created an extreme contrasting stimulation!

"Cum then... husband..." In the last moment before orgasm, she breathed like an orchid into my ear, her voice possessing a cruel tenderness, "Cum for your humble servant to see... let's see how much your little thing, wearing the jade ring, can cum out..."

"Ahhh—!!!"

Under her humiliating yet loving urging! I finally couldn't bear it any longer! I let out a roar of satisfaction and shame! A stream of hot semen, slightly thicker than the previous two times (perhaps due to holding it in for so long?), forcefully shot onto her fair, delicate palm and fingers, which were already covered in fluid! A few drops even splattered onto her flushed cheeks!

I collapsed, limp and exhausted, on the bed, gasping for breath, my consciousness still somewhat hazy. Ying'er remained kneeling, looking at her hands covered in white cum, then at my face, which held a mix of post-orgasm afterglow and shame. Her eyes were filled with infinite tenderness and a faint, almost imperceptible... complexity.

She extended the tip of her tongue and carefully licked the semen clean from her hands, not even missing the few drops that had splattered on her cheeks. Her movements were natural and practiced, as if this had already become a habit. Then, she leaned down and gently kissed my forehead again.

"Husband this time... lasted a little longer than before..." she said softly, her tone soothing and slightly teasing. "It seems this jade ring... isn't entirely useless after all..."

Although it was still humiliating, hearing it now, it felt more like sweet banter between husband and wife. I smiled, exhausted but satisfied, and held her hand, my heart filled with love and dependence for her. The first round of our two-person game concluded in this atmosphere that was both shameful and warm.

The afterglow of orgasm was like a warm tide, slowly enveloping my tired body. Ying'er leaned languidly in my arms, her breathing steady, her face flushed with satisfaction and a hint of weariness. She had just skillfully licked the semen from my hand, and her eyes, filled with loving tenderness yet also control, filled my heart with an unspeakable satisfaction and dependence.

I lowered my head to look at her. The candlelight outlined the soft curve of her profile. Her normally clear and noble eyes were now as if veiled with moisture, hazy and gentle. After that night's "defloration" and a month of "recuperation," she seemed to have gradually adapted, and even... started to enjoy this forbidden and humiliating marital pleasure.

"My good Ying'er..." I pulled her soft body closer, lowered my head, and pressed kiss after gentle kiss on her smooth, full forehead, then her perky nose, finally landing on her slightly red and swollen, soft lips, which still held a trace of semen.

She obediently tilted her head back, closing her eyes, her slender eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. She submissively received my kisses. Her lips were soft and warm, carrying her unique body scent and a faint, elegant hint of benzoin. I gently sucked, my tongue tracing the perfect curve of her lips, feeling her breath gradually quicken.

My hands also became restless, sliding back into her loose nightclothes. My palms covered her full, rounded breasts, feeling their astonishing elasticity and delicate skin. After the recent stimulation, her areolas seemed even more sensitive, and her nipples were already hard like small red beans. I gently kneaded them with my fingertips, feeling them throb and grow harder in my palm.

"Mmm..." A suppressed groan escaped Ying'er's throat. Her body trembled slightly, and she instinctively arched her back, pressing her soft chest even closer to my hand. Her cheeks began to flush again, and her eyes became even hazier.

My kisses gradually moved downwards, lingering on her graceful neck and delicate collarbones, leaving fine, warm, damp traces. My fingers, meanwhile, more boldly kneaded and toyed with her ample, snow-white breasts, feeling their changing shape and astonishing elasticity.

"Husband…" Her voice turned soft and pliable, with a strong nasal tone and a hint of arousal-induced hoarseness. "Don't… don't be like this… just… just now…"

"Just that… how could it be enough?" I took her earlobe into my mouth, gently grinding with my teeth, feeling her slight tremor, and whispered hotly into her ear, my voice full of greed and temptation. "Husband still wants… wants Ying'er…"

"But… but Husband already cummed…" She squirmed, seemingly wanting to evade, but her tone was soft and languid, more like feigning reluctance while secretly welcoming. "And… Husband's little thing… I'm afraid it…" She didn't finish, but the meaning was self-evident.

"Though Husband's cock is small, Husband's heart… is truly greedy, you know…" I said, deliberately using a wronged yet slightly rogue tone, my finger tracing circles on her areola. "Husband's little cock can't go in… but Husband can kiss Ying'er, can touch Ying'er, can feel every sensitive inch of Ying'er's body…"

As I spoke, I lightly traced my fingers across her flat lower abdomen, feeling its warmth and tightness. "Husband just keeps thinking… Ying'er's body is so sensitive… if it were to be roughly fucked by that… big, thick, hard thing… what would that sight be like…"

The delicate body in my arms suddenly stiffened!

Ying'er's breathing instantly halted! She abruptly opened her dazed eyes, a flicker of panic and shame flashing within them, instinctively trying to push me away. "Husband! You… you're talking nonsense again!"

"Where is Husband talking nonsense?" I held down her pushing hand, pulled her tighter into my embrace, and lowered my head until my nose almost touched hers, forcing her to look into the undisguised scrutiny and desire in my eyes. "Isn't Ying'er curious? Husband's little cock… in your slutty cunt… is probably like it didn't even go in, right? Soft and limp… unable to reach the bottom… unable to stretch open the cunt flesh…"

I deliberately paused, watching her reddening cheeks and flickering gaze, then continued in a seductive tone: "But what if… it were like Zaha's big black cock…"

"Mmmph!" She seemed to want to cover my mouth, but I preempted her, taking her finger into my mouth, licking it gently with my tongue, my gaze still fixed on her. "Such a thick, long, hard giant dick… when it's inserted… it would surely fill your little slutty cunt… completely full… tight and seamless… right?"

"..." Ying'er trembled all over. She squeezed her eyes shut, her eyelashes fluttering violently, seemingly daring not to listen further. But her slightly parted, rapid-breathing red lips, and her instinctively pressed-together, rubbing thighs, betrayed her inner turmoil and bodily sensitivity.

"Each thrust… like a battering ram… slamming hard against your cervix… making you feel like your uterus is being fucked through…" My voice dropped even lower, filled with devilish allure. "That feeling of being completely penetrated, brutally possessed… it hurts… it's numb… even… it carries an unspeakable… thrill… right?"

"Mm-ah…" An extremely soft, tearful moan escaped from between her teeth! Her body suddenly tensed, and an uncontrollable itch and emptiness seemed to surge from her slutty cunt! The memory of being fucked open and thoroughly used by that giant black cock, like stones thrown into a lake, rippled in waves!

She remembered the heart-wrenching pain of that night, and even more so, the overwhelming, never-before-experienced intense pleasure that followed the pain! That feeling of being completely stretched, penetrated, and ravaged by a massive, hot, hard cock… though shameful, though terrifying, it was… undeniably… fresh in her memory, and even… somewhat enjoyable in retrospect!

"See… Ying'er remembers too, doesn't she?" Feeling her body's sensitivity and emotional fluctuations, I secretly rejoiced, knowing my "mental attack" had worked. I didn't continue to overtly stimulate her with explicit words, but instead gently kissed away the tears brimming at the corners of her eyes, saying in an incredibly gentle, deeply affectionate tone: "My good Ying'er… Husband knows… Husband cannot give you that kind of… ultimate pleasure… but Husband's heart… is always with you… Husband just… just wants to make you happy… wants you to… be satisfied…"

As I spoke, I gently caressed her cheeks, which were flushed with arousal, my eyes filled with pity and an unspeakable fervor. "So… if… if Ying'er truly… misses that feeling… remember to tell Husband… Husband… will help you…"

Leaving this suggestive and "considerate" remark, I no longer continued the topic. Instead, I gently patted her back and softly said, "Alright, no more teasing. Is it Ying'er's turn to roll the dice now?"

Ying'er lay in my arms, panting rapidly, her body still trembling slightly. She seemed not yet fully withdrawn from the intense emotions and desires of moments ago. She raised her watery eyes, filled with confusion and shyness, glanced at me, said nothing, but merely nodded haphazardly, then silently picked up the two dice from the bed, preparing for the next round of the game.

Her silence, her acquiescence, and her undisguised physical reactions all told me—the seed named "Desire" had quietly taken root and sprouted in her heart, and it was beginning to crave even more intense "watering"…