The Cuckold’s Lush Estate (Fan Edition)

Ying'er silently looked at herself in the mirror, at the striking black spade hairpin in her hair bun, and didn't speak for a long time. The atmosphere in the room was momentarily stagnant, until she sighed softly, turned around, and forced a smile, breaking the silence. She reached out to straighten the bedding, but frowned slightly due to her discomfort, her movements appearing somewhat sluggish.

Seeing her strained appearance, a complex mix of pity, guilt, and intense love surged in my heart. I wouldn't go to the clinic today; I'd stay home and keep her good company.

With my mind made up, I stepped forward and gently wrapped my arms around her slender waist from behind, burying my face in her fragrant hair. "Ying'er…" I whispered her name.

Her body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, allowing me to embrace her, though her voice carried a hint of fatigue: "Husband… stop messing around… it's time to get up…"

"No rush…" I gently kissed her earlobe, my hand restlessly slipping down, finally resting on her beautiful jade feet, encased in exquisite embroidered shoes. I carefully took off her shoes and socks, cupping those gracefully contoured, fair-skinned jade feet in my palms, their nails adorned with [Black-enchanting Nail Art - Black Gold Spade Heart Style].

Her feet were slightly cool, carrying the fragility of having weathered last night's storm. First, I placed her jade feet against my cheek, feeling the delicate, cool skin, then, like the most devout believer, I lowered my head, extended my tongue, and began to gently lick.

From her round, small heels, to her gracefully arched insteps, and then to those ten toes, painted with black spade hearts and as exquisite as obsidian… my tongue meticulously traced every contour, feeling the delicacy of her skin and the cool smoothness of the nail tips.

"Mmm…" Ying'er let out an almost inaudible hum, her toes curling slightly. She seemed to enjoy the licking, or perhaps it was her physical fatigue that made her exceptionally sensitive to this level of stimulation. She turned her head slightly, looking at me, who was devoutly licking her jade feet, her gaze complex, holding shyness, dependence, and an imperceptible… pity?

My tongue became bolder, gently tickling and scraping her sole, feeling her sensitive trembling. That familiar jealousy and unreconciled resentment quietly rose in my heart again, blending with my obsession for her jade feet, transforming into a pathological whisper, as if talking to myself, yet also speaking for her to hear: "Ying'er's feet… are truly beautiful… in this world… there are no more beautiful feet… Perhaps… perhaps husband's whole life… is only worthy of licking Ying'er's feet…"

My words were deliberately tinged with a hint of loneliness and self-mockery, making a comparison to last night: "Unlike that dog slave Zaha… his thick, hard black cock… it can… it can penetrate Ying'er's most precious cunt… But husband… husband can't even…"

Before I finished speaking, I felt Ying'er's hand gently rest on my head, stroking me tenderly.

"Husband…" her voice carried an imperceptible hint of heartache and shyness, "Don't… don't say that…" She seemed to have been reminded of last night's painful and shameful memories, her cheeks reddened a bit more, and her gaze was somewhat evasive. "Zaha… he's just a slave… husband is… husband is Ying'er's heaven…"

Although her words were somewhat pale and feeble, this was precisely the effect I wanted. A sense of satisfaction spontaneously arose within me.

I looked up at her shy, blushing face and shimmering eyes, and lust stirred in my heart again. I put down her jade feet, then, taking the opportunity, knelt before her, looking up and pleading, "Ying'er… husband… wants to…"

She naturally knew what I was referring to, her cheeks reddened further, and she gave me a gentle, chiding glare: "What time is it… and you're still thinking about that… Last night… wasn't last night enough?" Her tone, though reproachful, carried a hint of coquetry.

"Not enough… never enough…" I took her hand and kissed it, "Ying'er… help husband… alright?"

Ying'er looked at my pleading eyes and remembered that although I had finally cum inside last night, the process was exceptionally difficult, and it had made her hurt again. Her heart couldn't help but soften once more. Plus, at the moment, she was indeed uncomfortable and it was inconvenient for her to engage in intercourse… a handjob… seemed to be the best option.

She hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded gently, with a helpless yet doting tone: "You're truly incorrigible… just this once, okay?"

Upon receiving permission, my heart was overjoyed! I quickly pulled down my underpants, revealing that pitiable little cock, which was already slightly raised from excitement.

Ying'er lowered her gaze for a moment, and then, a mischievous, playful smile curled her lips. She extended two slender jade fingers—her index finger and thumb—and gently pinched the tip of that little cock, specifically the foreskin that completely enveloped the glans.

"Oh my…" she deliberately drew out her words, with a teasing tone, "Husband's little thing… is quite good at hiding, isn't it… Let this humble servant see… what it really looks like inside…"

As she spoke, her two fingers gently applied force, slowly and with an almost anatomical meticulousness, pulling back the foreskin that had been tightly covering the glans!

"Hiss——!"

An unprecedented, extremely intense sensation instantly spread throughout my entire body! That pink, tender, sensitive glans, which had always been protected by the foreskin, was now completely exposed to the air for the first time! Coming into contact with her slightly cool fingers! This sudden, unfamiliar stimulation was several times more intense than direct penetration! My body uncontrollably trembled violently!

Ying'er seemed amused by my intense reaction. She let out a silver-bell-like delicate laugh: "Giggle giggle… Husband, why are you trembling so violently? So this part is so sensitive, huh? You're truly… like a little virgin who hasn't seen the world…" Her words carried playfulness and humiliation, but her eyes were full of tender love and a hint of cunning after mischievously succeeding.

Her fingers didn't stop. Instead, she continued to use those two slender fingers to pinch the base of the now-retracted foreskin, then, with an extremely gentle yet precisely teasing force, began to stroke up and down. She even deliberately used her fingernail to gently scrape and tickle the exposed, most sensitive coronal sulcus of the glans!

"Mmm-ah…" Intense pleasure surged in waves! My body was completely out of control! I could only let out suppressed moans! This was completely different from the feeling when she used her whole palm to stroke it before! The stimulation from two fingers was more concentrated, more precise, especially on the exposed glans. Each time her warm yet cool fingers brushed over it, it brought an intense pleasure that almost made me ejaculate!

"Husband… is it comfortable?" She skillfully stroked me while deliberately lowering her head, leaning close to my ear, and asking with breath like orchids, her voice sweet and luscious yet decadent and lewd, "Is husband satisfied with how this humble servant's two fingers are serving you? Compared to Zaha's big cock that could fuck this humble servant to death… is husband's little one… easier to satisfy?"

While she spoke humiliating words, her movements grew even gentler, and her eyes were full of loving pity and mischief. This contradictory stimulation made me completely succumb in shame and pleasure! Soon, under that teasing as gentle as a feather yet as scorching as fire, accompanied by her increasingly rapid stroking, a familiar, about-to-erupt sensation surged within me!

"Ying… Ying'er… I'm… I'm going to cum…"

"So soon?" She feigned surprise and raised her eyebrows, but her hand movements suddenly accelerated. The last few strokes even had a bit of force, viciously stroking that already overwhelmed little cock!

"Ah——!"

Accompanied by a satisfied yet slightly shameful groan, a thin stream of semen spurted out, most of it landing on her fair, jade-like, slender jade hands…

She looked at that pitiful bit of white turbidity on her hand, then looked up at me, my face flushed and slightly panting from the orgasm. A hint of sympathetic heartache flashed in her eyes, but a playful smile still hung on her lips. She didn't immediately wipe it off; instead, she deliberately extended her semen-stained fingers towards me, gently licked them with the tip of her tongue, and then let out a satisfied moan: "Mmm… husband's taste…"

This loving and teasing gesture instantly made the shame I felt after ejaculating vanish like smoke, leaving only endless warmth and satisfaction.

Afterwards, Lin'er and Ting'er brought breakfast. During the meal, Ying'er's mood was noticeably much more relaxed than before. Although still somewhat silent, she was no longer as terrified and bewildered as when she first woke up. She would actively pick up food, and occasionally respond a few times, but her gaze was still somewhat evasive, especially when her eyes inadvertently swept over her own hands or feet (likely remembering the scenes of being licked and hand-fucked last night).

I tentatively asked her if she had rested well last night and if she had any dreams.

"No… nothing…" She immediately lowered her head, her cheeks reddening again, and replied vaguely, "It's just… a bit tired…"

It seemed she didn't want to recall or discuss last night's events too much, which was to be expected. After all, such an experience would take time for any woman to digest and adapt to. So I didn't press her further, just silently accompanied her until breakfast was finished.

After breakfast, Ying'er said she wanted to rest a bit longer, so I left the mansion alone and headed to the medical clinic.

Sitting in the carriage on the way to the clinic, the blood-boiling scenes from last night kept replaying in my mind. Ying'er's screams when she was deflowered, Zaha's hideous black cock, the decadent scenes mixed with virgin blood and semen… all of it brought unparalleled stimulation and satisfaction!

I checked the system, and as expected, my points had increased significantly. Although I hadn't counted them precisely, they were definitely enough to exchange for some more interesting items. However, now wasn't the time. Ying'er had just been deflowered; both her body and mind needed to recover. Moreover, although Zaha, this chess piece, had been successfully "inserted," he still needed further "cultivation." Introducing Abu directly would likely be counterproductive.

I needed to wait… wait until Ying'er completely adapted, even began to enjoy being fucked dry by Zaha; wait until she transitioned from passive acceptance to actively demanding it, and even… began secretly stealing pleasure with Zaha behind my back… Only then, when Abu, that thicker and longer black cock, made his appearance, would it bring an even more intense stimulation and sense of immorality!

Over the next two weeks, life seemed to return to its usual tranquility, yet there was a subtle difference.

The atmosphere in the mansion was somewhat oppressive, especially among the servants. They seemed to have noticed something but dared not speak much, instead becoming even more cautious in their work. Zaha became more taciturn; whenever he saw Ying'er, he always kept his head down, his eyes filled with awe and an… ineffable longing. Abu had also returned from his errands outside. This black brute, taller and stronger than Zaha, and with an even bigger cock, seemed unaware of the changes that had occurred in the mansion. He remained his simple, honest, and powerful self. For now, I had no plans to involve him.

And with Ying'er, it entered a peculiar "honeymoon period." There were no more summons for Zaha or anyone else; all erotic moments occurred only between the two of them. During the day, I still went to the medical clinic to work, using my medical skills to treat patients, and incidentally completing some daily tasks issued by the System, accumulating quite a few points. In the evening, I would return and spend time with Ying'er.

I would devoutly lick her jade feet as before, relishing that unique softness and coolness that belonged only to me; I would ask her to give me a handjob, enjoying her increasingly skillful and provocative techniques (she seemed to really like pulling back the foreskin before a handjob, always accompanied by various loving humiliations); occasionally, I would try to penetrate, but that area of hers seemed to still need time to recover, and each time we gave up due to pain, eventually ending with a handjob or footjob.

Ying'er also seemed to be trying hard to adapt to her new life. She no longer maintained the constant decorum and reserve of before, occasionally revealing a girlish innocence and mischief, especially in bed. She would cooperate with saying humiliating words, but her tone was filled with deep love and tenderness. She seemed... to be earnestly trying to play the role of a "qualified" wife who could satisfy my perverse fetishes.

However, sometimes when she was lost in thought alone, I would catch a fleeting glint of bewilderment, fear, and... a hidden desire for something forbidden, which she herself hadn't even noticed... in the depths of her eyes?

The clinic's doors had long been closed, having sent off the last patient of the day. In the past two weeks, relying on modern medical knowledge and accurate diagnoses of common Tang Dynasty ailments, plus a few "just right" uses of the special efficacy medicines exchanged from the System (of course, publicly claiming them as ancestral secret formulas or rare medicinal ingredients), the name "Divine Physician Wu" had become increasingly renowned in Chang'an City. High-ranking officials, wealthy merchants, and magnates came seeking treatment in an endless stream, and the accumulated wealth and reputation grew steadily.

Most of this wealth, besides maintaining the daily expenses of the mansion and a respectable personal life, was invested in that secret project – the "Zhenguan Green Estate."

At this moment, I had once again arrived at a secluded corner of the East Market to meet with the highly skilled but eccentric old craftsman.

"Physician Wu," the old craftsman stroked his greying beard, his turbid eyes gleaming with shrewdness, "those 'clever tricks' (mechanisms) you requested, this old man has nearly figured them out. According to your blueprints, the 'Mandarin Duck Revolving Heart Bed,' the 'Dark Peeping Glass Wall,' and that movable screen with the 'Hundred Flowers Frolicking in Spring' painting, are all taking shape. But... the materials and labor cost are truly significant." The old craftsman rubbed his hands, giving me a "you know how it is" look.

"The labor costs are no problem," I said with a faint smile, pulling out a thick stack of "flying money" (a proto-paper currency of the Tang Dynasty) from my sleeve and pushing it towards the old craftsman. "This is the advance deposit, master, please take it. I just ask that it be completed as soon as possible, and secrecy is paramount."

The old craftsman's eyes widened at the stack of flying money. He quickly and deftly collected it, his face beaming with smiles: "Physician Wu, rest assured! This old man understands! For such a 'secret pleasure' place, the fewer people who know, the better! I guarantee to build it both hidden and sturdy for you, even immortals wouldn't spot anything amiss!"

I then finalized several construction details with him, such as soundproofing materials for special rooms (utilizing some basic acoustic knowledge provided by the System), the design of hidden passages, and most importantly – introducing live water and designing a special water circulation system for certain "cleaning" and "game" segments. Only after ensuring everything was under control did I satisfactorily leave the black market.

For now, I had no intention of seeking "special talents." The construction of the Zhenguan Green Estate was a long-term plan; there was no rush. What was most important at the moment were the people within the mansion.

Upon returning to the mansion, it was already completely dark. I dismissed the servants, asking them not to follow, and walked alone to the backyard. From a distance, I saw a tall, dark figure silently chopping firewood in a corner, his movements mechanical and heavy. It was Zaha.

In these two weeks, he seemed even more silent. Apart from his essential guard duties, he hardly interacted with anyone, and even his gaze towards Ying'er and me was filled with avoidance and... fear? This wouldn't do. A slave who loses desire and ambition loses his greatest value.

I slowly approached, my footsteps startling him. Zaha sharply turned his head, and seeing it was me, a flicker of panic crossed his face. He quickly put down the axe and prostrated himself on the ground: "Ma... Master..."

"Get up," I said, my tone calm but carrying unquestionable authority. I surveyed his still strong, dark body, and his lowered eyes that dared not meet mine. "Recently... how have you been?"

"This slave... this slave is very well... Thank you for your concern, Master..." Zaha's voice trembled slightly, as if he was still fearful of what happened two weeks ago.

"Is that so?" I walked up to him, looking down at him, a meaningful smile playing on my lips. "I see... you seem to be lacking in spirit. Is it that... that night... your cock was fucked soft? Or is it that... after fucking the madam's virgin cunt open... you have no more desires?"

Zaha's body trembled violently! His head was buried even lower, his voice laced with fear and a hint of suppressed excitement: "No! I wouldn't dare! This slave wouldn't dare! This slave... this slave always remembers Master's grace... and dares not have improper thoughts..."

"Oh? Is that so?" I deliberately dragged out my words, extending my foot and gently kicking his arm with the tip of my shoe. "But how is it I hear... you've often been hiding alone in the woodshed at night recently... masturbating? Is it that... you're still savoring the taste of the madam's tight, tender slutty cunt?"

Zaha's face instantly flushed crimson! His body shook violently! He seemed to want to explain something, but in the end, he just prostrated himself on the ground in even greater fear, repeatedly stammering, "This slave deserves to die! This slave deserves to die! Please punish me, Master!"

"Punish you?" I sneered. "Why would I punish you? Men, it's normal to have desires. Especially... after tasting a beauty like the madam..." My tone suddenly shifted, becoming deeply meaningful. "But... you must remember... that big black cock of yours... was bestowed upon you by your Master. That slutty cunt of the madam's... was also for you to fuck by your Master's permission. Without Master's permission... you can't even touch the madam's toes! Understand?"

"Yes! Yes! This slave understands! Everything this slave has is given by Master!" Zaha quickly kowtowed, his voice filled with terror, yet with a glimmer of rekindled hope.

"Good that you understand." I nodded with satisfaction, my tone softening slightly. "Serve well, carry out the tasks Master assigns... The madam's body... also needs time to recover... The opportunity... will always come..." Leaving this heavily implied remark, I paid no more attention to the black slave trembling behind me with excitement, and turned to walk towards the inner chambers.

When I returned to the bedroom, Ying'er was leaning on the soft couch, reading by candlelight. She had already bathed and changed into loose, comfortable household robes. The black spade hairpin in her bun shimmered with a dim light in the candlelight. Two weeks of rest had greatly improved her complexion, but the complex expression on her brow, having experienced such a profound change, still lingered.

"Husband, you're back." Seeing me enter, she put down her book, a gentle smile appearing on her face, and started to rise to greet me.

"Don't move, just rest." I quickly walked over, gently pressing her back onto the soft couch, and sat down beside her, pulling her into my arms. "Are you tired today?"

"I'm fine." She obediently leaned against me, her voice gentle. "Are all the clinic matters taken care of?"

"Yes, all settled." I answered distractedly, while secretly opening the System interface in my mind, starting to browse through the items I had accumulated but hadn't quite brought myself to exchange.

[System Shop]

Erotic Apparel:

[Courtier Waist-Cinching Dance Dress (Gauze Edition)]: 150 points (Feature: Extreme waist-cinching, semi-transparent gauze, with silver bells)

[Secret Play Pattern Embroidered Dudou (Belly Band)]: 80 points (Feature: Normal surface, inner layer embroidered with various licentious patterns)

[Lotus Step Golden Thread Soft Shoes]: 120 points (Feature: Soles inlaid with special massage particles, stimulating foot when walking)

[Modified High-Slit Cheongsam (Silk)]: 200 points (Feature: Slit up to the waist, perfectly conforming to the body shape)

[Tearable White Tiger Pantyhose]: 50 points (Feature: Special material, easily tearable with a gentle tug, increasing erotic fun)

Auxiliary Items:

[Sperm-Lock Jade Ring (Adjustable)]: 180 points (Feature: Physical ejaculation delay, warm jade material)

[Remote Control Vibrator (Jade Disguise)]: 250 points (Feature: Remote control vibration intensity, appearance like ordinary jade pendant)

[Charm Black Special Lust Oil]: 100 points (Feature: Increases sensitivity to black men's cocks after application, with a special fragrance)

[Simulated Penis (Custom Black Man's Size)]: 300 points (Feature: Silicone material, size close to Zaha/Abu, can be used for comparison or masturbation)

[Chastity Belt (Combination Lock Type)]: 400 points (Feature: Alloy material, password set by holder, symbolizes absolute control)

Environment Modification:

[One-Way Transparent Screen]: 500 points (Feature: Appears as a normal screen from one side, other side offers clear view)

[Soundproofing Talisman (Disposable)]: 30 points (Feature: Significantly reduces sound transmission when affixed to doors/windows, lasts for 1 sichen [2 hours])

...

The dazzling array of items was overwhelming, each filled with temptation. Especially the [Simulated Penis (Custom Black Man's Size)], it was practically tailor-made for the upcoming plan! However... now was not the time to exchange it.

Having made up my mind, I closed the System interface and refocused my attention on the delicate wife in my arms. My fingers unconsciously played with her soft hair, and I casually spoke: "Today, I saw Zaha in the backyard..."

The delicate body in my arms imperceptibly stiffened.

"Oh? He... what about him?" Ying'er's voice sounded calm, but her slightly trembling eyelashes and instinctively tightened fingers betrayed her inner turmoil.

"Nothing," I feigned a relaxed smile, "I just saw him chopping firewood, and he looked listless, as if... he's still scared after that night?" I intentionally emphasized the words "that night."

Ying'er's breathing seemed to pause for a moment, then returned to normal. She was silent for a while before gently saying, "He's just a slave... after doing such... such a thing, it's natural for him to be scared." Her tone sounded as if she disliked Zaha, but in the depths of her eyes, a more complex emotion seemed to flicker—was it fear? Shame? Or... something else?

It seemed that two weeks hadn't completely healed the trauma and fear in her heart. But it also seemed... that there wasn't as strong a hatred as I had imagined? This was an interesting phenomenon. Perhaps... the extreme pain and the experience of being conquered that night left not just negative impressions in her heart?

My plan became clearer. It seemed, I needed to add more fuel to the fire...

"Alright, let's not talk about such depressing things." I gently patted the back of her hand, steering the conversation away. "It's getting late, let the kitchen prepare dinner. Tonight... husband wants to have a good 'chat' with you..."

I deliberately emphasized "chat" and gently stroked her palm with my finger, implying that tonight wouldn't be so "calm."

Ying'er's cheeks flushed again, and she playfully glared at me, but she didn't refuse, just softly hummed in assent.

Dinner was peaceful; they chatted casually like an ordinary couple. But both knew well that beneath the calm surface, undercurrents were surging.

After dinner, I dismissed the servants and returned to the bedroom with Ying'er. Looking at her face, which appeared even more charming in the candlelight, and the striking black spade hairpin in her bun, the fire of desire within me was reignited.

It was time... to begin tonight's "game."

In the candlelight, Ying'er, having just bathed, was as delicate and alluring as a lotus emerging from water. The misty steam had softened her usually cool and elegant brows and eyes, now adding a touch of languor and tender charm. She leaned against the head of the bed, her wet, long hair loosely draped, a few playful strands clinging to her smooth forehead and cheeks, exuding a casual allure. Seeing me approach, her lips curved into a gentle smile, her eyes like autumn waters, full of tender affection.

These two weeks of "couple's world" seemed to have significantly relaxed her tense nerves. Although the shadow of her defloration lingered, the intimacy between husband and wife and my deliberate comforting had gradually helped her regain a sense of security, and she became even more dependent on me.

"Husband, are you done with your work?" Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of sleepy nasal tone.

"Yes." I sat on the edge of the bed, tucking the wet strands of hair from her cheek behind her ear. My fingertips brushed her warm, delicate skin, causing her to shiver slightly. "You look much better, it seems you've rested well these past few days."

"It's all because husband takes such good care of me." She leaned gently against my shoulder, like a docile kitten. "It's just... sometimes husband is a little too mischievous..." She seemed to recall the shameful scenes from earlier in the day when I had pressed her to lick my feet, and even forcefully pulled back her foreskin for a handjob. Her cheeks couldn't help but flush crimson again, her tone full of playful reproach, but her eyes sparkled, clearly not truly angry.

"Mischievous?" I feigned grievance. "Husband is showing his love for Ying'er, wanting to be close to Ying'er." As I spoke, my hand naughtily slipped into her loose sleepwear, gently cupping her soft, full breasts, feeling their astonishing elasticity and warmth.

"Mm..." She let out a soft moan, her body softening. She didn't stop my actions; instead, she adjusted to a more comfortable position, resting her head on my lap and looking up at me, her eyes hazy and tender. "Husband is always like this... only knows how to bully this humble servant..."

"Then does Ying'er like being bullied by her husband?" I lowered my head and pecked her lips, my finger circling her sensitive areola.

"Hmph..." She playfully scoffed, turning her head away, but her lips couldn't help but curl upwards. "Husband always knows this humble servant... can't resist you..."

This was her tacit agreement. I secretly smiled, knowing the time was ripe. I didn't immediately proceed with the next intimate action. Instead, I pretended to suddenly remember something and pulled out a few items from my embrace (in reality, from the System Space), spreading them on the bed.

In the candlelight, several items emitting strange glows and modern auras appeared before Ying'er.

One was the [Modified High-Slit Cheongsam (Silk)]. The dark green silk fabric shimmered with a luxurious luster in the candlelight, and its high slit, almost reaching the waist, along with its perfectly body-hugging cut, exuded an ultimate allure. Beside it was a pair of black silk stockings as thin as cicada wings, with a fine mesh (open-crotch fishnet stockings), and a pair of extremely high-heeled shoes with completely transparent uppers, as clear and sparkling as crystal: the [Transparent High Heels].

Ying'er's gaze was first drawn to this never-before-seen, bold yet magnificent outfit, her eyes flashing with astonishment and curiosity. But when her eyes fell on the last two items, the blush on her face instantly deepened, and her breathing became somewhat rapid!

It was an extremely realistic dildo! Of enormous size, grotesque in shape, and a dark black color, just like Zaha's real one! Simply lying there, it exuded a strong, heart-pounding sense of aggression!

This [Simulated Penis (Custom Black Man's Size)] was specifically chosen to match Zaha's size! It formed a tragic and utterly despairing contrast with my pitiful "three-inch stub."

And next to it was a small, exquisite jade ring—the [Sperm-Lock Jade Ring (Adjustable)], cool and smooth to the touch.

"Hu... Husband... Th-these are..." Ying'er's voice trembled slightly, her eyes flickering with surprise and uncertainty as she looked at the items on the bed, especially that huge black fake cock, as if she had seen a monstrous beast.

"New toys I've prepared for Ying'er." I picked up the dark green cheongsam and held it up against her body, my eyes filled with appreciation and anticipation. "Look at this dress, isn't it beautiful? Paired with these black stockings and crystal shoes, worn by Ying'er, you'll be incomparably gorgeous!"

Ying'er looked at the painfully scantily clad, shockingly high-slit cheongsam, her cheeks so red they seemed to bleed. She shyly lowered her head: "Th-this... how can I wear this out?"

"Wear it for your husband in the room," I coaxed, then picked up the huge black fake penis and handed it to her, deliberately speaking in a light, teasing tone, "And this... Ying'er, take a look. This size... how does it compare to that black fellow Zaha's real one? Doesn't it look similar?"

"Ah!" Ying'er recoiled as if scalded, pulling her hand back abruptly, her face full of shame, anger, and terror. "Husband! You... what are you doing with that! Quickly... quickly put it away!" She seemed to recall the terrifying experience of being deflowered by Zaha, and a hint of tears even welled up in her eyes.

"Don't be scared, don't be scared," I quickly put the dildo down and gently soothed her, though secretly thrilled by her strong reaction—this meant Zaha's big cock had left a sufficiently deep impression on her! "Husband isn't going to use it right now... It's just... I was thinking that after Ying'er was deflowered, that place must be much looser now... Husband's little thing might not be able to satisfy you anymore... So... I prepared a 'substitute' first... to let Ying'er... slowly get used to it..."

My words were filled with self-deprecation and "consideration," yet they precisely hit home. Ying'er listened, and the shame and indignation on her face gradually faded, replaced by an indescribably complex emotion. She secretly glanced at the huge dildo, then looked at me, eventually just lowering her head and gently biting her lip, saying nothing, effectively assenting to my "arrangement."

Seeing that she no longer resisted, I felt more confident. I picked up the [Sperm-Lock Jade Ring], shook it in front of her, and chuckled, "And this, I heard it's a treasure from the Western Regions. Wearing it can make a man last longer... Ying'er, why don't you put it on for husband and try? See if... it can make husband hold out a little longer..."

Ying'er looked at the jade ring, then at me, seeming to understand my intention. She let out a soft chuckle, a laugh mixed with helplessness, indulgence, pity, and a subtle, almost imperceptible sense of superiority born from her intimate knowledge of her husband's sexual capabilities.

"Alright, alright, I'll do as you wish." She took the jade ring, playfully glaring at me. "But let's be clear first, if... if it's still like before... you're not allowed to blame this humble servant..." She clearly held no hope for the effect of my "treasure," her words full of teasing and comforting "disclaimers."

"Don't worry, don't worry, this time it will definitely be different!" I confidently patted my chest (though I had no idea if it would be), then lowered my pants and erected my still three-inch-long little dick.

Ying'er looked at my little thing, which formed a tragic contrast with the dildo from earlier, and the smile in her eyes deepened. She picked up the cool, smooth jade ring and, with meticulous care, almost as if playing with a toy, slipped it onto the base of my cock, gently adjusting the tightness.

The cold touch of the jade ring made me shiver involuntarily; a strange sense of restraint came from the base.

"Alright, husband," she raised her head, a cunning glint in her eyes, "Now... let your humble servant 'inspect' the effect of this treasure." With that, she once again extended those slender jade hands, using those familiar two fingers that could make me feel like I was in heaven and hell, pinching my foreskin, ready to begin a new round of "testing"...

Ying'er watched the cold jade ring on the base of her husband's reddened small cock. The small jade ring and the disproportionate cock formed a somewhat comical yet erotic contrast. A cunning glint flashed in her eyes. She leaned down gently, close to my ear, her breath like orchids: "Husband, your humble servant is about to begin 'inspecting' now, alright? You must hold on tight~"

Without waiting for my response, her slender jade fingers with black nail polish skillfully pulled back my foreskin again, using those two fingers that haunted my dreams, and began a new round of teasing.

Perhaps it was the slight feeling of restraint from the sperm-locking ring, or perhaps it was psychological effect, this time, the sensation seemed even more intense than before! The fully exposed, tender pink glans trembled uncontrollably under her fingers' kneading, and every light caress brought unbearable pleasure.

However, this illusion of "endurance" did not last long. Ying'er clearly understood my "weakness." Her fingers sometimes brushed as lightly as feathers, and at other times precisely pressed my most sensitive glans coronal sulcus, combining fast and slow, with appropriate release. After just a few dozen strokes, the familiar, impending sensation surged forth again!

"No... I can't... Ying'er... I'm... I'm going to cum..." I pleaded, panting heavily and with a crying tone.

"Oh? So fast?" Ying'er raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise, yet the movements of her hand suddenly accelerated. Her loving eyes gleamed with playful mockery. "It seems this 'treasure' is useless, after all, husband is still so easily worn out~"

Under her loving mockery and the last few vigorous strokes, "Ah—!" accompanied by a short, shameful groan, a thin stream of semen spurted out again, most of it landing on her fair hand and between her fingers. The sperm-locking ring was declared ineffective.

"Hehehe..." Ying'er looked at the pathetic white cum on her hand, and let out a charming, bell-like giggle. She extended the tip of her tongue and, as if savoring a delicacy, licked clean my semen, which carried the mark of my shame. Then she raised her moist eyes to me, her gaze filled with pity and a hint of triumphant satisfaction. "Husband, you little thing, you're truly pitiful and cute~ Cumming so fast, even the jade ring couldn't save you."

I lowered my head in shame, yet in my heart, a morbid satisfaction surged due to her comforting humiliation.

She helped me wipe myself clean, and gently pressed a kiss on my forehead, but then did not leave immediately. Instead, she slowly stood up and walked to the study desk nearby.

In the candlelight, her figure appeared exceptionally seductive. The dark green silk cheongsam tightly hugged her curvaceous figure. The high slit on the side fully exposed her slender jade legs, clad in black open-crotch fishnet stockings; the mysterious delta was faintly visible beneath the fishnet. What made one's blood boil most was the pair of completely transparent high-heeled sandals, which enveloped her jade feet, painted with black spade nail art, like crystal, clearly revealing the curve of each toe and the texture of every inch of her skin.

As if she felt this wasn't enough, she slowly raised one jade foot, still in the crystal shoe, and placed it on the nearby low stool! This movement made the cheongsam's slit even higher, almost allowing a glimpse of the scenery at the base of her thigh, and made her artistic jade feet and sexy sandals even more strikingly present before my eyes.

"Husband..." she turned her head and beckoned me with her finger, a smile on her face that blended arrogance, mockery, and fatal seduction, "Just now, your humble servant served you to your pleasure... now... it's your turn to 'serve' your humble servant's feet..."

My breathing instantly quickened! My foot fetish desire was ignited again! I almost crawled to her on all fours, looking up, mesmerized by her lofty, queen-like posture, and her jade feet in crystal shoes, exuding fatal temptation in the candlelight!

"Ying'er... my good Ying'er... husband... husband is here..." My voice trembled, like the most humble bootlicker.

"Mm..." She nodded in satisfaction, and using the tip of the crystal shoe on the stool, she gently hooked my chin, her eyes filled with condescending amusement. "Husband's little cock... can't even get into your humble servant's slutty cunt... let alone make your humble servant feel pleasure..." She paused, her gaze falling on the narrow gap formed by the transparent sandals and the fair soles of her feet below. A cruel smile curved her lips. "But then... perhaps it's just... perfect for fucking your humble servant's shoe gap?"

Her words exploded in my mind like thunder! Using my impotent little cock... to fuck the gap of her high-heeled sandals?! This was simply... ultimate humiliation! And also... ultimate temptation!

"Come, husband," she commanded, slightly adjusting the angle of her foot, making the gap between the crystal shoe and her sole even more apparent. "Let your humble servant see... if you little thing... can fill your humble servant's shoe gap..."

I trembled all over with excitement! I quickly grabbed my little cock, which had just cum and was still a bit flaccid, aimed it at the gap between her fragrant jade feet and the cold crystal shoe, and carefully, with a pilgrimage-like piety... I pushed it in!

The gap was even narrower and colder than I imagined! My little cock squeezed in with difficulty. The sensitive glans at the tip felt the cold, hard touch of the crystal shoe above, and the delicate softness of her sole below! This marvelous sensation, a duality of ice and fire, hardness and softness intertwined, instantly brought an unspeakably intense stimulation!

"Mm..." Ying'er seemed to be stimulated by this unusual sensation as well; a satisfied sigh escaped her throat, and her toes slightly curled.

I began to thrust slowly, with shame and excitement, within that narrow gap! Every friction was as if I was using my impotent cock to offer the most humble respect to her lofty, high-heeled jade feet, symbolizing female charm and power!

"Hehehe... Husband, this little thing... it really is quite suitable for fucking shoe gaps..." Ying'er looked at my lewd and humble appearance and once again let out a charming giggle, full of mockery and satisfaction.

Under this ultimate humiliation and intense foot fetish stimulation, my inherently sensitive little cock was once again overwhelmed! After only a few thrusts, a thin stream of semen spurted out again, wetting her sole and the inside of the crystal shoe...

I collapsed helplessly onto the floor, gasping for breath, my heart filled with post-ejaculation emptiness and post-humiliation satisfaction.

Ying'er frowned in disgust, put her foot down from the low stool, and gently nudged me with her other foot: "So dirty... why don't you quickly lick it clean for your humble servant?"

"Yes... Yes! Madam!" I quickly got up, like the most loyal bootlicker, cupped her crystal-shod jade foot, stained with my semen, and extended my tongue, beginning to lick meticulously...

...

After enjoying the "foot-licking service," Ying'er also seemed somewhat dispirited. She sat back on the edge of the bed, watching me take out the enormous black [Simulated Penis].

In the candlelight, the fake cock appeared even more grotesque and terrifying. Its dark color, engorged blue veins, immense size... all reminded her of the painful memory of being deflowered by the real black cock last night. Her face turned even paler, and her eyes were filled with resistance and fear.

"Ying'er... don't be afraid..." I gently comforted her, extending the fake cock towards her. "Just look... touch... feel it... husband... won't force you..."

She hesitated, her eyes flickering. Ultimately, it seemed curiosity and her compliance to me overcame her fear. She tremblingly reached out and lightly touched the cold, hard (compared to a real cock) silicone surface with her fingertips.

As if shocked by electricity, she quickly withdrew her hand, as if it were something burning hot.

"See... it's not that scary actually..." I continued to coax patiently. "It's just an inanimate object... compared to Zaha's real thing that moves, gets hot, and thrusts... it's far inferior..." I deliberately mentioned Zaha, observing her reaction.

As expected, at the mention of Zaha, her body trembled again, but the fear in her eyes seemed to lessen, replaced by a more complex emotion, as if comparing the different sensations brought by the two.

"How about... touching it again?" I extended the fake cock to her again.

This time, her hesitation was even shorter. She took a deep breath, as if making a decision, reaching out, she gripped the thick, long fake cock somewhat stiffly.

The feeling in her hand was heavy, with the unique elastic texture of silicone. She observed it carefully, her fingers repeatedly caressing the simulated blue veins and the massive glans. The expression on her face gradually changed from initial fear to curiosity, shame, and even... a hint of imperceptible excitement?

"How does it... feel?" I asked cautiously.

"So... so big..." she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. "Much... much bigger than husband's..." She instinctively made the comparison again, and her cheeks immediately flushed.

"Then... how about... trying it with your mouth?" I proposed, pushing my luck.

Ying'er suddenly raised her head, looking at me in disbelief, then turned her face away in shame and indignation: "Husband! How... how could you..."

"Just a try..." I continued to entice. "Feel... what it's like to have such a big thing... fill your mouth... it's certainly different from husband's little thing..."

Under my persistent coaxing and continuous inducement, Ying'er finally succumbed. She closed her eyes, as if going to an execution ground. Trembling, she parted her cherry lips, and slowly took the enormous, cold fake glans... into her mouth...

The immense size instantly filled her mouth, making her breathing difficult. The cold, hard touch was completely different from the warm softness of a real cock, bringing a strange and shameful sensation. She awkwardly tried to suck and spit, but couldn't go deeper due to the size. She could only lick the large glans with her tongue, making "tsk tsk" wet sounds.

Watching her lewd appearance, mouth stretched by the fake cock, saliva streaming, I was so excited I felt like I was about to explode!

After holding it in her mouth for a while, feeling that she seemed to have adapted a bit, I took the fake cock out of her mouth. It was already covered in her saliva.

"Now... how about... trying it below?" I pointed to the mysterious triangle between her legs, my voice full of enticement.

Ying'er's body trembled violently! The color drained from her face! "No... I can't! Husband! There... there it will be ruined!" She shook her head desperately, her eyes filled with extreme fear! Clearly, the shadow of being deflowered by the real cock still lingered!

"It's alright, Ying'er," I patiently soothed. "This is fake, it won't move, and it's not that hard... besides... your place has already been stretched open by Zaha... it can definitely accommodate it... just try... alright? Husband wants to see..."

I started to badger her again, constantly describing the "wonderful" sensation of having her slutty cunt filled by the giant fake cock, continuously emphasizing "just a try," and constantly expressing my "desire" for her body...

Finally, under my repeated assault, Ying'er's already fragile defenses completely collapsed. She closed her eyes, two lines of clear tears streaming down her face. In a trembling voice, a tone mixed with despair, resignation, and a hint of giving up entirely, she said: "Alright... then... I'll comply with husband... but... but you must be gentle..."

My heart was ecstatic! I quickly helped her lie down, spread apart her long legs, clad in fishnet stockings, picked up the enormous black fake cock, now covered in her saliva and appearing even more obscene, and aimed it at the entrance of her slutty cunt, which had just recently healed, and was now slightly moist from tension and shame!

Unlike inserting a real cock, this time, my heart was filled with the excitement of total control!

"Ying'er... relax... open up a little..." I gently guided. Then, gripping the fake cock, I slowly, with a sense of exploration... pushed it inward!

Perhaps it was because she was mentally prepared, or perhaps the membrane had indeed been stretched open, this time, although the entry still met with some resistance and discomfort, it wasn't as painful as imagined. The massive glans pushed open the slippery cunt flesh, slowly, inch by inch, sinking into the warm, tight vaginal canal!

"Mm..." Ying'er let out a suppressed groan; her body tensed, but she didn't struggle violently like last time.

I didn't thrust immediately, but let the huge fake cock rest quietly inside her for a moment, allowing her to feel the strange fullness of being completely stretched and stuffed.

"How does it... feel?" I asked softly.

She didn't answer, only keeping her eyes tightly closed, her brows slightly furrowed, her body trembling slightly, seemingly trying to adapt to this unprecedented sensation.

After a while, her breathing gradually calmed down a bit, and her tense body also relaxed slightly. My heart stirred, and I began to thrust slowly, tentatively!

The cold, smooth, massive silicone cock slowly moved in and out of her warm, slippery, tight vaginal canal... This sensation... was entirely different from the friction of a real cock! It lacked the warmth and elasticity of flesh-on-flesh, but instead offered a more direct, more brutal feeling of fullness and a foreign object!

"Mm... ah..." Ying'er began to emit faint, distorted moans! Her brows sometimes furrowed, seemingly still uncomfortable, and at other times, they relaxed, her eyes sparkling with a dazed yet strange light! Clearly, this sensation of being forcefully filled and rubbed by the massive fake cock, though strange, also brought intense stimulation!

Seeing her lewd appearance, simultaneously painful and pleasurable, shameful and desirous, I could no longer hold back! I quickened the speed and intensity of my thrusts!

"Squish... squish..." In the silent bedroom, only the obscene wet sounds of the fake cock rapidly thrusting in and out of her wet cunt remained!

"Ah ah... mm... too... too big... mm ah... going... going to be fucked broken... ah... husband... what... what is this thing... so... so strange... mm... inside... inside it's both swollen and numb..." Ying'er was completely overwhelmed by this unprecedented stimulation! Her words became incoherent again! While crying out that it was too big and she'd be ruined, her body instinctively accommodated my movements! Her plump buttocks swayed up and down with the thrusts, and the lustful fluid in her slutty cunt also increased, making the huge fake cock even more slippery!

"Husband... you scoundrel... mm ah... you just love... love using this kind of... thick and big thing... to torment your humble servant... wuwu... is your humble servant's slutty cunt... is it... is it going to be fucked into... the shape of a black slave... ah ah..." Under the impact of pleasure, she began to utter lewd words uncontrollably! She even actively mentioned the black slave!

Hearing her words, I became even more excited, as if injected with chicken blood! My movements became even wilder! Forcefully, with the enormous fake cock, I fucked dry her already messy slutty cunt!

"Ah—! I'm... I'm going... mm ah... I can't... husband... your humble servant... your humble servant is going to climax... ah ah ah—!!!"

Accompanied by a sharp and satisfied wanton moan! Ying'er's body suddenly arched! She reached climax! Her slutty cunt contracted violently, convulsing! tightly gripping the huge fake cock! Streams of lustful fluid gushed out like a tide!

Watching her lewd appearance, climaxing repeatedly and gushing with lustful fluid under the fake cock's fucking, I felt like I was about to cum again myself! But I forcibly held back! Now was not the time for me to cum!

I slowly reduced my speed, and pulled the huge fake cock out of her still slightly twitching slutty cunt. It was covered in the lustful fluid she had spurted during her climax, glistening and emitting an obscene aura.

Ying'er lay sprawled on the bed, panting heavily, her eyes unfocused, her face still flushed with the afterglow of climax. She looked at the fake cock in my hand, her gaze complex. There was shame, and a lingering fear, but more... it seemed to be a post-satisfaction languor and... a hint of lingering taste for this intense pleasure?

I put the fake cock aside, climbed onto the bed and gently pulled her into my arms, softly kissing away the beads of sweat on her forehead. "Ying'er... how do you feel? Was it comfortable?"

She didn't speak, only buried her face in my embrace, and let out a soft, nasal hum, like she was being coy, or perhaps acquiescing.

We quietly embraced, enjoying this tender moment after climax. The madness and shame from earlier seemed to have vanished, leaving only our warm bodies and intertwined heartbeats.

After a while, I carried her to the bathroom to clean up again. This time, her body was no longer stiff and full of pain like before, but had become soft and compliant. After cleaning, I carried her back to bed and settled her, watching her fall into a deep, satisfied sleep.

After confirming she was fast asleep, I quietly got up, put on my outer garment, and went to the study alone.

In the dead of night, only the flickering candlelight and my shadow remained in the study. I sat before the desk, took out paper and brush, and began to deduce and prepare for the next step of my plan.

Tonight's test was very successful. Ying'er's acceptance of the fake cock far exceeded expectations. She even climaxed under its stimulation and uttered those lewd words... This indicates that her body and mind have begun to adapt to, and even crave, the sensation of being filled and fucked dry by a huge cock!

So... it's time... for the real big one... to make its appearance again!

Perhaps... we can play the dice game again? Or... design an even more stimulating, more humiliating scene? For instance... having Ying'er actively seduce Zaha? Or... having Zaha "accidentally" witness Ying'er masturbating with the fake cock?

Various obscene and stimulating thoughts churned in my mind. The brush in my hand rapidly sketched on the paper... A larger, darker, and even more exciting "Zhenguan Green Estate" plan was gradually taking shape...