The Cuckold’s Lush Estate (Fan Edition)

The delicate body in my arms was warm, soft, and fragrant. Ying'er's languid expression after being sated was like the richest fine wine, intoxicating. She pressed her cheek against my chest, feeling our intertwined heartbeats, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on my chest, a picture of complete reliance. The "hand-work" just now, filled with humiliation and affection, had expended quite a bit of her energy; now she was a little weary, enjoying this moment of tenderness.

I lowered my head to gently kiss the top of her soft hair, my heart filled with pity and satisfaction. But the dark desire hidden deep within my heart, like a restless viper, poked its head out once more. Just this was not enough… far from enough!

"Ying'er…" I gently lifted her chin, making her look at me, my fingers caressing her smooth, delicate cheek, my voice carrying a hint of imperceptible enchantment. "Husband just saw you… seemed quite interested in that 'big guy'…"

Ying'er's body stiffened slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, her cheeks flushed again, and her gaze darted away. She whispered petulantly, "Husband is making fun of this servant again… that… that thing looks scary…"

"Scary?" I feigned surprise. "But Husband saw… when Ying'er was holding it just now, her eyes were almost glued to it. Were you… thinking about using it… to stuff into your slutty cunt… what that would feel like?"

"Oh, Husband!" Ying'er was both ashamed and angry, her small fists lightly pounding my chest. "You're not allowed to talk nonsense! This servant… this servant did not!" Her defense seemed pale and powerless; her flickering gaze and slightly rapid breathing betrayed her true thoughts. The memory of being deflowered by that black cock, the experience of being fucked to orgasm by a fake dick, had already left an indelible mark deep within her body.

"Alright, alright, Ying'er didn't think it, Husband did, okay?" I smiled reassuringly, took her striking hand, and kissed it at my lips. "Husband just wants to see… to see our pure and chaste Ying'er… taking that thick, black fake dick herself… how she inserts it into her wet slutty cunt… how she fucks herself until lustful fluid overflows and she cries out wantonly, endlessly…"

My words grew more explicit, more obscene, each word like a hook, luring out the repressed desires deep within her heart. "Ying'er… just for the sake of satisfying Husband's perverted fetish… alright? Let Husband… properly enjoy… our Ying'er's slutty masturbating form…"

Ying'er's whole body trembled lightly. She bit her lower lip tightly, her face flushed as if on fire, her eyes filled with shame, resistance, and a hint of… the panic and longing of having her secret thoughts exposed. She knew my demands were becoming more and more excessive, challenging her bottom line further, but her love and reliance on me, as well as the awakened, secret yearning for intense pleasure, made her unable to simply refuse.

"Husband… you… you truly are a bad thing…" Finally, she squeezed out a few words from between her teeth, her voice choked with tears and resignation. Then, under my gaze, she trembled as she reached out and took the massive, dark [Simulated Penis (Custom Black Man's Size)].

The cold, heavy sensation made her shiver again. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, as if preparing herself mentally for a difficult task. Then, she slowly parted her legs, aligning the menacing tip of the fake dick with the slightly wet entrance of her slutty cunt, which had just received my internal ejaculation.

My breathing instantly grew heavy! I stared intently at her every subtle movement, feeling the ambiguous atmosphere, a mix of shame and lust, permeating the air.

Ying'er's hand trembled, but her movements carried a strange determination. She gritted her teeth, pushing slightly with her waist, and slowly, bit by bit… inserted the enormous fake glans… into her body!

"Mmm…" A pained yet strangely satisfied groan escaped from deep within her throat. The feeling of being stretched and filled was so intense and clear! She couldn't help but arch her back, her hands tightly gripping the base of the fake dick, her body trembling slightly from discomfort and the sudden stimulation.

"Ying'er… move yourself… let Husband see… how you fuck yourself…" My voice was hoarse as I guided her from the side, like a coaxing devil.

Ying'er was so ashamed she almost fainted, but my words seemed to carry a magic, driving her. Trembling, she began to attempt small up-and-down movements of her body, making the huge fake dick slowly thrust in and out of her wet, tight slutty cunt.

"Squish… squish…" Sticky, wet sounds echoed in the quiet bedroom, exceptionally clear and exceptionally lewd.

"Ah… mm… so… so big… thrusting… thrusting so deep…" She finally couldn't help but moan, her voice filled with pain, shame, and a… gradually rising pleasure! Her brows were tightly furrowed, her face covered in sweat and a blush, her body slightly rising and falling with each thrust, and her legs unconsciously wrapped around the base of the fake dick, as if wanting to swallow it even deeper!

"Slutty Ying'er… wanton little vixen…" I provoked her with vulgar language. "Unsatisfied by Husband's small cock… so you take a fake dick and fuck yourself… do you feel… only a big thing like this… is truly satisfying to fuck with?"

"Wuwu… Husband… stop talking… mm-ah…" My words made her feel utterly ashamed, but her body's reactions were even more honest! Her movements began to grow faster and more forceful! That huge fake dick in her hand seemed to come alive, slamming violently into the depths of her slutty cunt!

"Ah-ah… coming… coming… mm-ah… I can't… I'm going to climax… Husband… this servant's slutty cunt… is going to be fucked to shreds by this fake dick… Ah-ah-ah—!!!"

Accompanied by a sharp, satisfied wanton moan! Ying'er's whole body violently trembled, convulsed! She reached climax! Her slutty cunt tightly squeezed the fake dick, and streams of lustful fluid surged out like a fountain, drenching both the fake dick and her inner thighs!

Watching her slutty form, brought to repeated orgasms and overflowing with lustful fluid by the fake dick! I felt my own little cock, having just cummed, shamelessly get hard again!

Just then, suppressing the urge to cum again, I leaned close to her and requested hoarsely, "Ying'er… let Husband… lick your feet… okay? Husband… is only worthy of licking Ying'er's feet…"

Ying'er was still panting in the afterglow of orgasm. Hearing my request, her dazed eyes looked at me, carrying a hint of languor and acquiescence. She said nothing, only gently extended her jade feet, which were stained with some lustful fluid and clad in [Open-Crotch Fishnet Stockings] and [Transparent High-Heeled Sandals], towards me.

Like a lowly dog receiving the highest favor, I quickly crawled over, reverently lifting her jade feet, which were like crystal works of art. The transparent material of the sandals made every inch of skin on her feet clearly visible, and the openwork design of the fishnet stockings added an extra layer of sexiness. I lowered my head, extended my tongue, and began to meticulously lick. From the cold, transparent heel, to the fishnet encasing her arch, and then to the delicate toes peeking out from the shoe's front, adorned with black spade nail art… I licked with utter devotion, as if savoring the world's most delicious delicacy, rolling her lustful fluid, sweat, and the subtle fragrance of her feet into my mouth one by one… (Foot licking details omitted)

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After the afterglow of her orgasm gradually subsided and my desire for foot licking was satisfied, the atmosphere in the bedroom somewhat calmed. I helped her remove the huge fake dick, then carefully wiped her body clean with a warm cloth. She nestled in my arms, her face still bearing an un-faded blush, her eyes a little dazed, seemingly still savoring the shameful yet intense pleasure from moments ago.

"Ying'er," I caressed her soft, long hair, shifting to a gentle and hopeful tone, "Husband is thinking… in a while… when our villa outside the city is finished… I'll take Ying'er to stay there for a few days, alright?"

"The villa outside the city?" Ying'er raised her head, a little curious.

"Yes," I smiled, beginning to paint a beautiful picture of the "Zhenguan Green Estate" (naturally, concealing its true purpose). "That place is nestled by mountains and water, with excellent scenery. Husband specifically had it built in the style of a Jiangnan garden, with pavilions and towers, small bridges over flowing streams, and large bamboo groves and flowerbeds… When it's ready, we'll be there, away from Chang'an's bustle, living like immortal companions for a few days…"

I deliberately described the estate as a paradise, full of poetic charm, to make her yearn for it.

"Really? That's wonderful!" Ying'er was indeed captivated, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Once it's built, Husband must take this servant to see it!"

"Naturally." I smiled and agreed, but in my heart, I was calculating what kind of thrilling "great drama" would unfold once that "paradise" was truly completed!

After a while more of tenderness and lingering intimacy, the night grew deep, and Ying'er finally succumbed to weariness, falling into a deep sleep in my arms. Looking at her serene and peaceful sleeping face, and the faint spade hairpin by her bun, my heart was filled with complex emotions—pity, guilt, but more than that, excitement and anticipation for the greater desires soon to be realized.

I gently laid her flat on the bed, tucked in the quilt, then quietly got up and left the bedroom.

Before sleeping, I leaned down to her ear and, in a voice only we two could hear, very softly, with a hint of enchantment and anticipation, whispered: "Ying'er… tomorrow… let Zaha… join our game too… alright? Consider it… Husband's reward…"

In her sleep, she seemed to hear my words, her brows furrowing slightly, then smoothing out again. The corner of her mouth even curved upwards into an extremely tiny arc, and a nearly inaudible, shy, and acquiescent hum escaped her throat: "Mmm…"

Having received her subconscious "permission," I smiled contentedly.

It was time… to awaken the sleeping beast once more.

A good night's sleep. Thinking of Ying'er's shy and acquiescent hum from last night, and the "three-person game" that would unfold this evening, I woke early, no longer feeling sleepy. Gently pressing a kiss to her forehead, I gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, then quietly got out of bed. After a quick wash, I walked straight to the backyard.

The backyard was especially serene in the morning, the air carrying the fresh scent of plants. Zaha was in the center of the courtyard performing his daily exercises, swinging heavy stone locks, his dark muscles bulging under the morning light, sweat trickling down his bronze skin, full of raw power. Compared to my frail scholar's physique, it was a world of difference.

Hearing my footsteps, he immediately stopped, put down the stone lock, turned, and quickly walked to me, respectfully kneeling on the ground, his head bowed low: "Master."

"Get up." I stood with my hands behind my back, my voice calm and unwavering, but my gaze swept over him like a hook, lingering for a moment especially on his crotch, which appeared even more bulging from his recent exertion.

"Thank you, Master." Zaha stood up, still with his head bowed, not daring to meet my gaze, his body slightly tense, seemingly awaiting my instructions, yet with a hint of imperceptible nervousness.

"Last night… did you sleep well?" I asked, seemingly casually.

Zaha's body trembled slightly; he seemed not to have expected me to ask this. He quickly replied, "Replying to Master, this slave slept… very well." His voice was slightly strained.

"Is that so?" I chuckled softly, pacing in front of him, surveying him from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze. Then I suddenly reached out, patted his muscular chest, and my tone became significant. "I doubt it… Were you perhaps preoccupied with something… tossing and turning, unable to sleep?"

Zaha's breathing instantly quickened! He abruptly lifted his head, a flicker of panic in his eyes, as if thinking his nighttime thoughts had been seen through by me. He quickly started to kneel again: "Master! This slave…"

"Alright, no need to kneel." I raised a hand to stop him, a knowing smile playing on my lips. "We're both men, how could I not understand such thoughts?" I leaned closer to him, lowering my voice to a volume only we two could hear: "Yesterday night, Husband… dreamed of you."

Zaha's eyes widened abruptly, filled with disbelief and a hint of… ecstasy?

"Dreamed of your… thick, black big cock… fucking hard into Madam's slutty cunt again… just like last time…" My voice was full of enchantment, every word seeming to carry magic. "Fucking Madam until she cried out in agony… lustful fluid flowing freely…"

"Mas… Master…" Zaha's voice trembled violently from excitement! The huge thing in his crotch uncontrollably rose again, pushing his coarse cloth trousers into an astonishing curve! His face was filled with ecstasy, disbelief, and intense desire!

"A pity though… it was just a dream…" I changed my tone, a look of regret on my face, then offered a mysterious smile. "However… tonight, Husband intends… to make your dream come true."

Zaha was utterly stunned! He gaped, his eyes filled with extreme shock and ecstasy! He could barely believe his ears!

"Tonight… Master and Madam will play a dice game," I patted his shoulder, my tone carrying unquestionable authority and a hint of mockery. "When the time comes… you will be called over… As for whether you'll get a chance to taste Madam's slutty cunt again… that will depend on your performance… and Madam's mood…"

"This slave… this slave obeys! Thank you for Master's grace! Thank you for Master's grace!" Zaha snapped back to reality, trembling with excitement. He immediately knelt again, repeatedly kowtowing to me, his forehead striking the ground with thudding sounds! To me, his reaction at this moment was like the most beautiful music!

"Remember," I said, looking down at him, my voice regaining its coldness, "you are the Master's slave, and Madam is also the Master's woman. You can fuck her because the Master grants it to you! If you dare show even a hint of disrespect, or…cause Madam the slightest harm…" My gaze sharpened, "Watch your dog life!"

"Yes! Yes! This slave would never dare! This slave will definitely serve carefully! I will definitely make sure Master and Madam have their fill!" Zaha promised repeatedly, his voice distorted by fear and excitement.

"Hmm, go on, wash yourself clean, and await orders tonight." I waved my hand, as if dismissing a dog.

"Yes, Master!" Zaha, as if granted a great pardon, kowtowed again, then scrambled to his feet, hands and feet working in unison, and quickly retreated, his face a mix of ecstasy and trepidation. Watching his back, which seemed almost ready to burst his trousers from excitement, I smiled contentedly. The chess piece was in position.

When I returned to the bedroom, Ying'er had already finished her toilette and was sitting by the window reading. She wore a simple yet elegant autumn-yellow *ruqun*, her hair bun still adorned with the spade hairpin. Sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting a tranquil, beautiful glow upon her, making her seem utterly unlike the wanton woman who had pleasured herself with a dildo, had her feet licked by me, and then bashfully consented to the black slave's presence last night.

"Husband is back." Seeing me enter, she put down her book, a gentle smile appearing on her face, and rose to greet me.

"Mm," I walked over, naturally put my arm around her slender waist, and kissed her cheek, "Look, our Ying'er's complexion is so good today. Did you sleep well last night?" I asked deliberately, carefully observing her reaction.

Ying'er's cheeks immediately flushed, and her eyes flickered. She lightly punched my arm, chiding, "Husband, you tease this servant again…it's all because of your torment…" Her voice held a hint of almost imperceptible bashfulness and… she didn't seem to regret or be uneasy about last night's "consent"?

"Torment?" I feigned surprise, "Husband only used his hands and mouth last night…the one truly exerting herself…wasn't it Ying'er herself?" I meaningfully glanced at her flat lower abdomen.

"Oh! Don't say anymore!" Ying'er was both shy and annoyed, reaching out to cover my mouth, her cheeks so red they looked as if they might bleed, "Say anymore…and this servant won't speak to you!"

Looking at her charmingly bashful appearance, my heart settled. It seemed she hadn't regretted it after a night's sleep. On the contrary… she seemed to hold some complex expectation for the upcoming game? This filled me with even greater confidence for my next plans.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore," I pulled her hand down, holding it in my palm, "Then…shall we have breakfast? What would you like to eat today? Crystal buns or crab roe dumplings?" I began to chat with her like an ordinary couple, creating a warm, everyday atmosphere.

"Hmm…anything is fine, whatever Husband prefers." She obediently nestled into my arms, seemingly indifferent to what she ate, simply enjoying the tender moment. We nestled together and talked for a while. Occasionally, she would mention wanting to see the newly bloomed osmanthus in the courtyard, or complain about the weather turning cold and wanting to add new clothes, acting like a typical housewife, showing no trace of last night's scene.

Only after confirming her stable state and no clear resistance to tonight's game did I feel at ease leaving the estate.

Upon arriving at the medical clinic, it was still bustling. I patiently treated several patients and instructed the apprentices to prepare medicines, but my mind had already flown to tonight's game. During a break at noon, I locked my office door, mentally called upon the System, and opened the shop interface.

After last night's exertions and completing several daily diagnostic tasks, my points had increased. I quickly browsed, looking for suitable items for tonight's "threesome game." No bondage items; I wanted to increase erotic interest and highlight the sense of humiliation and N.T.R.…

Soon, two items caught my eye:

[Charm Black Special Lust Oil]: 100 points (Property: Increases sensitivity to black men's penises when applied, carries a special fragrance, easily makes women dependent on and crave black men)

[Ice and Fire Twofold Ointment]: 120 points (Property: Produces alternating intense sensations of cold and heat when applied, can be used on any body part, greatly enhances sexual pleasure)

These were it! The "Charm Black Lust Oil" would make Ying'er's body more "honest" in craving Zaha's penetration, deepening the N.T.R. meaning; the "Ice and Fire Twofold Ointment" would bring stronger sensory stimulation, making this game even more "enjoyable."

Without hesitation, I confirmed the purchase with my mind.

`[System Prompt: Exchange successful! [Charm Black Special Lust Oil]×1, [Ice and Fire Twofold Ointment]×1 have been stored in System Space, 220 points consumed.]`

Excellent, the items were ready.

In the afternoon, I took some time to visit the "Zhenguan Green Estate" on the city outskirts again. The construction site was bustling, with the old craftsman directing workers on interior decoration and mechanism debugging. Seeing me, he quickly put down his work and greeted me with a beaming smile.

"Physician Wu, look, the mechanism for this 'Mandarin Duck Revolving Heart Bed' is ready, guaranteed to be agile!" He proudly led me to a bedroom that was already taking shape, demonstrating the huge bed that could rotate and adjust in height and angle. "And the 'Living Water Hot Spring Pool' you mentioned, the water supply and heating are all set, it's just…" He rubbed his hands again, "The glazed walls and those exquisite locks, ordered from the Western Regions, might take some more time…"

"No matter," I looked at this "paradise" that embodied so much of my effort and wealth, my heart filled with anticipation, "Safety and secrecy are paramount. A slower construction period is fine, but quality must be guaranteed." I further instructed him on several details regarding secret passages and soundproofing, ensuring everything was foolproof.

By the time I left the construction site, the sun was already beginning to set. I stood on the hillside, looking back at the outline of the manor gradually emerging in the dusk, as if I could already see scenes of vibrant sensuality unfolding there in the future…

In the evening, I returned to the estate. I instructed the servants to prepare dinner, then went alone to the bedroom. Ying'er was doing needlework under the lamp. Seeing me return, she put down her needle and thread, rose to greet me, her eyes filled with a gentle smile.

Everything was as usual, warm and peaceful. But in the air, there seemed to be a spreading, unusual scent, a mixture of anticipation and tension. I knew that tonight would be a sleepless night.

The dinner atmosphere was warm and tranquil. Exquisite dishes filled the table. Lin'er and Ting'er quietly served, and Ying'er and I chatted softly about household matters like any loving couple. I asked her what she had done during the day, and she recounted it in detail—reading for a while, doing some needlework, and enjoying the newly bloomed osmanthus in the garden. Her tone was calm and gentle, a faint smile on her face, as if last night's shameful experiences had never happened.

But I keenly noticed that when she mentioned "the garden," her gaze seemed to waver for a moment, and her movement of picking up the teacup paused slightly. My heart stirred. I feigned casualness and interjected, "Speaking of the garden, this morning I saw Zaha chopping wood in the backyard. He seemed more energetic than before. It seems…last time's incident didn't leave him with any lingering shadows?"

"Pffft—cough cough…" Ying'er nearly spat out the mouthful of tea she had just drunk! She coughed violently a few times, her cheeks instantly turning crimson! Even her earlobes were flushed! Lin'er quickly handed her a handkerchief, while Ting'er quietly helped her pat her back.

"Hus…Husband…why bring up that slave out of nowhere…" Ying'er took the handkerchief, covering her mouth, her voice low and hurried, filled with obvious panic and embarrassment, her eyes darting away, refusing to meet mine.

"Nothing," I feigned confusion, looking at her, "just a casual mention. Seeing how strong he is, I thought of having him chop more firewood for winter in a few days." I lightly changed the subject, but in my heart, I understood. Just mentioning Zaha's name provoked such a strong reaction from her; it showed how deeply last night's experience had imprinted on her! That fear hadn't completely dissipated, but was there something else mixed in? For example…the bodily memory of being penetrated by that terrifying penis?

Watching her so shy and frightened, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into, that familiar undercurrent, mixed with jealousy and excitement, surged within me again. But I didn't press the topic. Instead, I thoughtfully served her some of her favorite dishes, soothing her softly until she gradually calmed down.

After dinner, it was already late. I suggested we take a stroll in the courtyard to aid digestion. Ying'er didn't refuse, obediently putting on the cloak I handed her, and walked beside me into the moonlight.

The autumn night was slightly cool, and moonlight poured down like mercury, casting a hazy glow over the flowers and trees in the courtyard. The rich, sweet scent of osmanthus permeated the air, refreshing to the heart. We walked quietly, occasionally exchanging a word or two, mostly just enjoying the rare tranquility.

Reaching an osmanthus tree, I stopped, broke off a blooming branch, and held it to her nose. "It smells so good."

"Mm," she leaned in to smell it, a genuine smile appearing on her face, "The osmanthus bloomed exceptionally well this year."

"You are more beautiful than the flowers," I sincerely praised, looking at her exquisite profile bathed in moonlight. She was a little embarrassed by my gaze, lowering her head slightly, her cheeks again tinged with red.

In this warm and romantic atmosphere, I once again "casually" steered the conversation in a certain direction: "In such beautiful scenery, if there were a few strong, robust guards watching nearby, it would surely add a sense of security… Speaking of which, Zaha's physique is indeed powerful. If he wore armor, he might be even more formidable than the imperial guards in the palace…"

Ying'er's smile stiffened slightly, and her fingers, holding the osmanthus branch, instinctively tightened. She didn't respond, only silently looked elsewhere. The moonlight cast alternating light and shadow on her face, making it impossible to discern her true emotions.

Seeing her reaction, I said no more. It seemed that in broad daylight she might be able to feign composure, but in such a private and relaxed environment, any mention of Zaha would touch her sensitive nerves. The time…might be even riper than I had imagined.

We quietly walked back to the bedroom. After dismissing the servants, only the flickering candlelight and the lingering fragrance remained in the room. Ying'er took off her cloak and sat down by the bed, preparing to remove her shoes and recline.

"Ying'er, don't move." I walked over, knelt before her, and stopped her actions. "Let Husband do it."

She paused slightly, then understood my meaning, her face flushing crimson, but she didn't refuse, simply lifting her exquisite, embroidered-shoed jade feet slightly.

I carefully removed her embroidered shoes and silk socks, revealing her flawless, slender feet. Under the candlelight, her fair skin gleamed with a moist luster, and her toes, painted with black spade nail art, were as delicate and enticing as works of art. I took a deep breath, buried my face in her arch, feeling the delicate, soft touch and her unique body scent, then extended my tongue and began to lick devoutly.

From heel to arch, then to each toe, every toe gap… I licked meticulously, utterly engrossed. Ying'er comfortably half-closed her eyes, emitting soft moans from her throat, her toes curling and stretching slightly with my licking… (Foot licking details omitted)

Only when she was soft all over and deeply aroused by my licking did I reluctantly stop. Looking at her jade feet, glistening with moisture and flushed with enticing redness from my licking, my heart stirred. I took the small porcelain bottle containing the [Charm Black Special Lust Oil] from the System Space.

"Ying'er, what is this?" I handed her the porcelain bottle. The bottle itself was made of dark glazed ware, containing a viscous, strangely gleaming oily liquid that emitted an indescribable, both sweet and wild, exotic fragrance.

"This is…scented oil?" Ying'er curiously took the porcelain bottle, sniffed it at her nose, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, "What a strange smell…"

"This is 'Charm Black Oil' brought by a Western Regions merchant," I leaned into her ear, lowering my voice, with a hint of allure, "It's said that after applying it, it can make a woman…develop a special fondness for certain… hmm… physically robust foreign men… and it can also make the skin more sensitive…"

"Ah?!" Ying'er jolted as if scalded, her hand trembling, nearly dropping the porcelain bottle! She looked at me incredulously, the color draining from her face, her voice changing pitch, "Husband! You…how could you have such…such a shameless thing!"

"Shhh…be quiet…" I quickly covered her mouth, soothing her softly, "Don't be afraid, Ying'er, Husband is just curious, playing with it… it's not really to make you…" I deliberately left the sentence unfinished, watching the lingering fear and a hint of aroused curiosity in her eyes.

"Just a tiny bit… try it on your feet… alright?" I picked up the porcelain bottle, pulled out the stopper, and a stronger, richer scent, a blend of sweet floral and musky wildness, diffused into the air. "Just…to add some erotic interest… to Husband licking your feet…"

Ying'er struggled violently, shaking her head desperately, her eyes full of resistance and humiliation. "No! Husband! Take it away! This thing is too obscene! This servant doesn't want it!"

But I didn't give up, continuing to coax her with gentle words, describing how "comfortable" and "stimulating" it would be to have me lick her after applying this lust oil… At the same time, my hands were not idle, continuing to rub and tease her sensitive spots, gradually softening her body, her reason slowly eroded by lust.

Finally, under my persistent coaxing and physical stimulation, Ying'er's resistance gradually weakened. She closed her eyes, no longer struggling, though her body still trembled slightly, her face flushed with humiliation and resignation.

Seeing her no longer resist, I rejoiced inwardly. I carefully poured a few drops of the luminous, viscous lust oil into my palm, rubbed my hands together to warm them, then gently applied it to her jade feet, which were already wet from my licking.

The cool, sticky oil made contact with her skin, causing Ying'er's body to tremble violently! She seemed to want to pull her feet back, but ultimately held back. I meticulously spread the lust oil evenly, from ankle to toe, not missing an inch of skin. The strange fragrance grew even more intense, as if forming an invisible field of temptation around her fair jade feet.

"Done…" I put down the porcelain bottle, looking at the jade feet, now coated in lust oil and gleaming with an eerie luster under the candlelight, my breathing involuntarily quickening. This oil truly seemed to possess magic, making her already flawless feet appear even more lewd and enticing!

"Ying'er…how does it feel?" I looked up at her and asked.

Ying'er's eyes were tightly shut, her long eyelashes trembling violently, her cheeks so red they looked as if they might bleed. She didn't answer, only emitted an extremely faint hum from her throat, tinged with pain and a strange sensation. Her toes curled unconsciously, and her arch tensed. It seemed the oil brought not just coldness, but also an…indescribable, body-warming and itching, strange feeling?

It seemed the lust oil's effect was even stronger than I had imagined! This filled me with even greater anticipation for the game to come!

I suppressed the urge to immediately lick her lustful feet, now covered in lust oil, and gently embraced her, whispering in her ear: "Ying'er…since we've added the erotic elements…then our game…should begin, shouldn't it?"

She didn't answer, simply buried her face in my embrace, her body still trembling slightly.

"Then…for tonight's game…let Zaha also come…and watch from the side…alright?" I probed again, my tone full of gentleness and coaxing, as if merely suggesting a trivial idea.

The delicate body in my arms instantly stiffened like stone!

Ying'er sharply lifted her head, her eyes, which had just been hazy with desire and confusion, now filled with terror and resistance! She clutched my clothes tightly, shaking her head desperately, her voice choked with sobs and extreme fear: "No! Husband! No! Please! Don't let him come! This servant…this servant truly can't bear it! I'll die! Please!" Her reaction was even more intense than I had imagined! It seemed that playing such a game in front of Zaha was still an insurmountable psychological barrier for her.

"Alright, alright! I won't call him! I won't call him!" I quickly hugged her tightly, soothing her softly, "Husband just said it casually, teasing you! Look how scared you are! Tonight, it's just the two of us, no one else! Alright?" Although I felt a slight regret, I didn't push. One must eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time. Rushing might be counterproductive.

Under my repeated assurances and comforting, Ying'er's emotions gradually calmed down, but she still nestled in my arms, shaken, her body trembling slightly.

"Then…shall we start now? Just the two of us." I picked up the dice and the divination cylinder, asking in my gentlest voice.

She was silent for a moment, then finally nodded lightly.

My heart settled. It seemed tonight we would have to start with a "two-person world." That was fine too. First, I would let her completely relax in the two-person game, adapt to humiliation, and even…voluntarily roll a command related to Zaha…

I drew two slips from the divination cylinder—still "Husband" and "Ying'er." Then I picked up the dice, looked at the pair of eyes in my arms, which were particularly endearing due to nervousness and bashfulness, and smiled, "Then…shall Husband go first?"

Ying'er nodded slightly.

I took a deep breath and tossed the dice onto the bed!

*Clatter, clatter...*

One die showed "kiss," and the other…was unmistakably an abstract, male-genital-like symbol—"male organ"!

[Husband Kiss Ying'er Male Organ]?!

This result stunned both Ying'er and me!

How could Ying'er have a "male organ"?! Were these dice…broken? Or was the System… hinting at something?

Just as I was wondering, Ying'er suddenly let out a soft laugh, a laugh like melting ice and snow, with a hint of slyness and sudden realization. She extended a slender, jade-like finger, pointing to the bedside—where lay the huge, dark [Simulated Penis (Custom Black Man's Size)] I had just taken out and hadn't put away yet!

"Husband," she said, holding back a laugh, her eyes sparkling with a teasing light, using a mocking tone, "Look, this servant's 'male organ'…isn't it right there?"

Ying'er pointed at the huge black dildo, her mischievous and cunning smile like a little fox, her eyes sparkling with the light of seeing through everything and enjoying it. She said that was her "male organ."

I was momentarily speechless, a surge of absurd amusement mixed with a sense of humiliation swelling within me, bringing a blush to my cheeks. To be teased by my wife in this manner, to have that massive object, symbolic of the paramour, referred to as her own "male organ"… this was simply…

But deep down, that damned excitement resurfaced at the most inopportune moment! I looked at her charming and witty expression, tinged with mischief, and at her holding that thick dildo, which formed such a stark contrast with her slender, jade-like hand. I felt my mouth go dry, and my breathing became unsteady.

No! I can't give in so easily! This husband's "dignity" still needs to be maintained!

I composed myself, feigned composure, and lightly coughed, attempting to regain a little initiative: "Cough... Ying'er is messing around again... This... this thing is cold and hard, how can it be considered Ying'er's..." As I spoke, my gaze shifted over her body, trying to find a "substitute," "How about... this husband kisses Ying'er's fingers? Or... kisses Ying'er's soft little mouth? Those are more like our Ying'er's..."

"Oh dear, why is husband still shy?" Ying'er seemed to have completely seen through my little scheme. Not only did she not agree, but she instead raised the huge black dildo to my face, almost poking my nose. The smile on her face deepened, carrying a triumphant and petulant air, as if she had my lifeline in her grasp. "If this servant says it is, it is! If husband refuses to kiss it... then tonight's game, we won't be able to continue~"

She slightly pouted, her eyes holding a hint of threat, but her tone was soft and gentle, more like acting like a spoiled child. "And..." she changed her tone, a glint of cunning flashing in her eyes, as she leaned close to my ear, her breath like orchids, her voice full of temptation, "If husband obediently kisses this servant's 'big male organ'... this servant... will give husband a huge 'reward'... guaranteeing that husband... will be very comfortable..."

"Reward?" My heart leaped! Her warm breath and suggestive words stirred an unbearable itch in my heart! I knew her "reward" was definitely out of the ordinary, often accompanied by deeper humiliation and pleasure!

"What kind of reward?" I couldn't help but press, my voice slightly trembling.

"Hehe, I can't tell husband now." Ying'er proudly raised her chin, swinging the dildo in her hand, her posture like a queen holding candy and teasing a child. "Husband must first show sincerity... after kissing it, this servant will naturally tell you... and, this servant guarantees, this reward... will definitely be much more stimulating than kissing it itself~ Perhaps... it might even let husband see... how this servant's 'big male organ'... 'unleashes its power'~"

Her words were full of hints and temptation! That last phrase, "unleashes its power," made my imagination run wild! Could it be... she's willing to masturbate with this dildo for me to watch?!

Thinking of that scene, I felt a rush of hot blood to my head! Shame and that so-called "husband's dignity" were instantly thrown to the winds! Compared to the more stimulating "reward" that was coming, what was kissing this cold dildo?!

"Alright! Husband will kiss it! Won't husband kiss it?!" I quickly nodded and bowed, like a puppy eager to please its master, afraid she would go back on her word. "Ying'er must keep her promise! After kissing... you must give husband a reward!"

"Hehehe... look at husband, so impatient..." Ying'er chuckled charmingly at my fawning appearance, her eyes full of satisfaction and the triumph of controlling everything. She nodded in satisfaction, then slowly handed the huge, dark, and slightly lubricated dildo back to me, its cold, menacing glans almost touching my lips.

"Come, husband," her voice held a hint of playful mockery and command, "Show the same piety you do when licking this servant's toes... properly kiss... this servant's... big, black 'precious male organ' then..."

I looked at the giant object before me, symbolizing shame and betrayal. Feeling the cold emanating from it, and Ying'er's gaze full of amusement and expectation... A surge of extreme shame and excitement welled up in my heart! I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then... as if heading to an execution ground, slowly, with a complex mix of humiliation and anticipation... pressed my lips onto it...

Cold, hard, with the unique plastic smell of silicone... Was this... the taste of the "paramour"? Although it was just a substitute, at that moment, I felt as if I had truly kissed Zaha's cock that had fucked Ying'er senseless! A strong sense of humiliation and immorality coursed through my entire body like an electric current! Making my little cock, which had just cum, once again uncooperatively... slightly lift its head!

The cold, hard sensation lingered on my lips for only a moment before I pulled away as if startled. My heart was filled with extreme humiliation and an indescribable excitement, as if I had truly touched the core of some taboo. I looked up, gazing eagerly at Ying'er, like a child waiting for candy, my voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor: "Ying... Ying'er... husband... husband kissed it... so... where's the reward?"

"Hehehe..." Ying'er looked at my ashamed yet expectant face, and again let out a charming, bell-like laugh. Her eyes glittered with cunning, clearly very satisfied with my "pathetic" appearance. She lightly tossed the dildo that I had "defiled" in her hand, like a victorious female general playing with war spoils.

"Is this all the sincerity husband has?" She deliberately drew out her words, tilting her head to look at me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Just touched it with your lips, didn't even get any saliva on it... that doesn't count as 'pious' oh..."

"Then... what would count?" I pressed eagerly, afraid she would change her mind.

"Hmm..." Ying'er feigned contemplation, her slender fingers gently gliding over the huge, dark dildo, her gaze darting towards the depths of the bed, carrying a heart-stopping hint, "If husband wants to see the 'reward'... this servant will have to... 'warm up' first, won't I?"

"Warm up?" For a moment, I didn't understand what she meant.

"It's just..." two more blushes bloomed on Ying'er's cheeks. She lowered her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito, yet carrying an undeniable allure, "Didn't husband always want to see... how this servant's 'big male organ'... 'unleashes its power'?"

My heart pounded wildly! She... she's really going to...!

"Then... husband must let this servant... make it... 'handy' first, right?" She looked up, her watery eyes shimmering with shyness, anticipation, and a hint of reckless madness! "Husband... watch carefully... from the side... when this servant... has had enough fun... naturally... there will be a 'reward'..."

Her words exploded in my mind like a clap of thunder! She was actually going to use this huge dildo, symbolizing the paramour, to... masturbate in front of me?! This was simply... the scene I had dreamed of! More stimulating than any "reward"!

"Good! Good! Ying'er can play however she wants! Husband will watch from the side! Absolutely no disturbance!" I was so excited I became incoherent, nodding repeatedly, terrified she would change her mind!

Ying'er looked at my excited and discomfited appearance, a complex expression flashing in her eyes: there was shame, helplessness, but even more, a strange excitement of stepping into a forbidden realm and unleashing an inner beast. She took a deep breath, no longer looking at me, but turning her gaze to the black behemoth in her hand.

She slowly lay down on the bed, placing the huge dildo between her legs. Under the candlelight, the dark, menacing shaft formed a strong visual contrast with her fair, delicate thigh skin! She hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted her teeth and parted her long, shapely legs.

Her loose nightclothes slid down, revealing her mysterious and alluring delta. That area, due to her recent arousal and current nervousness, was already slightly damp. She tremblingly reached out, gripping the cold, thick dildo, and slowly aimed its huge glans at the entrance of her tender, wet slutty cunt...

My breath instantly stopped! My eyes were fixed on the point of impending union, forgetting even to blink!

Ying'er closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently, as if in her final psychological struggle. Then, she suddenly thrust her hips, and savagely... shoved... the huge dildo... into her body!

"Squish——!!"

A clear, muffled sound, accompanied by a viscous, watery sloshing!

"Ah——!!!" Ying'er let out a shriek mixed with pain and strange satisfaction! Her body arched sharply as if struck by an electric current! Her hands tightly gripped the base of the dildo, as if she wanted to swallow it completely inside her body!

The huge dildo almost completely disappeared into her slutty cunt! Stretching her already wet and slippery cunt flesh to its limit! You could even see a slight bulge in her lower abdomen! That intense feeling of being completely filled and stretched made her tremble all over, and her toes curled up!

I watched this incredibly debauched and stimulating scene before me; I felt as if all the blood in my body was boiling! My little cock, which had just gone soft, once again uncontrollably hardened, pressing against my crotch and throbbing with pain!

Ying'er seemed to be trying to adapt to the foreign sensation inside her. She panted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed over. After a while, she began to try small hip movements, allowing the huge dildo to slowly grind and thrust inside her.

"Mmm... ah... so... so full... inside... it's all... all filled up..." Her moans were broken, carrying an indescribable shame and pleasure, "This... this fake thing... why... why is it so much harder... than husband's... mmm ah... grinding my slutty cunt... making it so itchy and numb..."

She began to speak lewd words without restraint! And once again compared me to the dildo (symbolizing Zaha)!

"Wanton Ying'er... little jezebel..." I excitedly stimulated her from the side with obscene words, "Being served by husband's little cock wasn't satisfying... so you take a big cock and fuck yourself... do you feel... this is more exciting? Hmm?!"

"Wuwu... husband... bad... mmm ah..." My words shamed her beyond measure, but her body's reactions were more honest! Her movements grew faster and wider! Her hands gripping the base of the dildo, as if holding a real penis, savagely shoved it deep into her slutty cunt!

"Squish! Squish! Squish!" The sticky, wet sounds grew louder, accompanied by her increasingly high-pitched wanton moans!

"Ah ah... so good... inside... I'm going to melt from being fucked by this big cock... mmm ah... it's so much better... than husband's little cock... wuwu... so this is... this is what it feels like to be fucked by something so big..."

She had completely degenerated! Under the impact of the intense pleasure brought by the dildo, she completely forgot shame, only instinctively pursuing deeper, more violent stimulation! She even began to actively change positions, raising her legs and resting them on her shoulders, allowing the dildo to penetrate even deeper!

"Ah ah ah——!! I'm going to cum! No! I'm going to orgasm! This big cock... is going to fuck out all of this servant's horny fluid... mmm ah ah ah——!!!"

Accompanied by a sharp wanton moan that almost pierced the roof! Ying'er's body suddenly stiffened! Trembling and spasming violently as if electrocuted! Streams of lustful fluid gushed from her slutty cunt tightly clamped around the dildo! Soaking her thighs and the bedsheet in a large patch!

She lay limp on the bed, panting heavily, her eyes unfocused, her face a mix of orgasm blush and tears. The huge black dildo was still inserted inside her, subtly swaying with her breaths, covered in glistening lustful fluid; the entire scene was utterly debauched!

Looking at this scene before me, I felt like my soul was leaving my body! This was simply... the most perfect "reward"!

I forcibly suppressed the urge to ejaculate myself immediately. I climbed onto the bed, gently withdrew the dildo that was still subtly trembling inside her. Then I embraced her sweaty, exhausted body, and with the gentlest movements, wiped away the tears from her face and the debauched traces from her body.

"My Ying'er... my darling..." I kept kissing her forehead and cheeks, my voice filled with endless love and pity and satisfaction. "You've worked hard... husband knows... you did it all for husband..."

She didn't speak, just weakly nestled in my arms, letting me do as I pleased. Her eyes were full of complex emotions—post-orgasm fatigue, shame, confusion, but even more, a languidness from being completely satisfied, and... a hint of lingering attachment to that intense pleasure she'd just experienced?

"How does it... feel?" I caressed her soft, long hair and asked gently, "That 'big fellow'... isn't it much more powerful... than husband's?"

She was silent for a moment, then buried her face in my chest and lightly "mm-hmmed." Her voice was as faint as a mosquito, yet it was like a huge stone dropped into my heart, stirring ripples of ecstasy!

"Then... tomorrow... let Zaha... let that real big fellow... serve Ying'er... alright?" I struck while the iron was hot, extending that forbidden invitation once again.

This time, she didn't react with fear or resistance as I had imagined. She merely trembled slightly in my arms, then, with a complex tone mixed with shyness, fear, resignation, and a hint of imperceptible shy anticipation, almost inaudibly... "mm-hmmed" again.

"Good Ying'er!" I excitedly hugged her tightly, as if I had gained the whole world! I knew that the hurdle in her heart was finally about to be completely crossed!

We didn't engage in any further erotic activities, just quietly embraced. I carefully wiped her body clean, changed her into clean nightclothes, then gently placed her on the bed and tucked her in.

Looking at her serene profile as she slept soundly, exhausted but satisfied, my heart was filled with an unprecedented calm and... endless anticipation for the even more stimulating "feast" that was to come tomorrow.