The Cuckold’s Lush Estate (Fan Edition)

Looking at Ying'er's serene profile as she slept soundly, moonlight streamed through the window lattice onto her, as if she were draped in a sacred halo. Thinking of her debauched appearance as she masturbated to orgasm with the dildo earlier, and that final soft hum tinged with shy resignation, my heart still felt like it held a ball of fire, both satisfied and filled with boundless anticipation for tomorrow.

But... subconscious consent, after all, isn't as reliable as confirmation when she's fully awake. What if she woke up tomorrow and changed her mind? Wouldn't that be a hollow joy? No, I must strike while the iron is hot, and reconfirm when her consciousness is most blurry and she is most dependent on me!

I gently leaned down, my warm breath brushing her small, delicate earlobe, watching her long eyelashes tremble slightly in her sleep. I lowered my head, and with the softest touch, kissed her soft, warm lips. Those lips carried her unique sweet scent, and a hint of languor after pleasure. I gently sucked and turned, as if tasting the world's most precious nectar.

"Mmm..." In her sleep, she seemed to sense the sudden disturbance, her delicate brows furrowed, emitting a vague whimper, and her body instinctively recoiled into my embrace, like a kitten seeking warmth.

"Ying'er... my good Ying'er..." I didn't stop kissing, but moved my lips to her ear, whispering in an almost airy voice, full of bewitchment and love, "Wake up... husband has something to ask you..."

My voice seemed to carry magic, piercing through her slumber. Her long eyelashes trembled a few more times, then slowly parted into a slit. Those eyes, appearing especially hazy and moist under the candlelight, filled with the confusion and drowsiness of just waking, looked at me.

"Husband...?" Her voice was hoarse and languid, with a thick nasal tone, clearly not yet fully awake.

"Shhh..." I raised a finger to my lips, signaling her to be quiet, then continued to whisper in her ear, my warm breath brushing her sensitive earlobe, "Husband just wants to ask again... tomorrow night... tomorrow night, let Zaha... also join our game... alright? Ying'er... are you really willing?"

Hearing Zaha's name, her hazy eyes instantly cleared a little, and her body stiffened slightly. But perhaps because she had just experienced the intense orgasm brought by the dildo, the awakened craving deep within her body had not yet completely subsided; or perhaps her consciousness was blurry at this moment, and her sense of shame had not yet fully returned; or even more likely, her almost pathological dependence and obedience towards me had already seeped into her bones...

She didn't react with fear or resistance as I had imagined. She just stared blankly at me, her eyes flashing complexly a few times, as if confirming my intentions. Then, slowly, with a fatalistic helplessness and a hint of imperceptible shy anticipation, she gently nodded.

"Mm-hm..." she softly assented, her voice was still as faint as a mosquito, yet it clearly entered my ears, like heavenly music!

"Good Ying'er! Husband knew you loved husband the most!" I was so excited I almost cried out! I quickly hugged her tightly, showering her face and forehead with kisses, as if to pour all my love and excitement into her! "Rest assured, Ying'er... tomorrow... husband will definitely... make Ying'er very comfortable..." The "comfortable" in my tone, of course, contained a deeper meaning that only the two of us understood.

She didn't speak again, just buried her face in my chest, letting me kiss and embrace her. Soon, weariness swept over her again, her breathing became even and deep, and she fell back into a profound sleep.

This time, I knew she had truly agreed. The hanging heart finally completely settled, replaced by an extreme excitement and anticipation for stepping into a brand new forbidden paradise!

After confirming Ying'er was fast asleep, I cautiously loosened my arms and quietly moved to the side of the bed. Only a dim yellow candlelight remained in the bedroom, stretching my shadow long and casting it on the wall, like a restless devil.

My gaze fell on the foot of the bed—where the huge black **[Simulated Penis (Custom Black Man's Size)]** I had casually tossed aside lay. It lay there silently, its dark surface gleaming faintly with an oily sheen in the dim light, still bearing traces of the lustful fluid Ying'er had squirted during her orgasm, emitting a strange and debauched scent mixed with silicone and Ying'er's body fragrance.

My breathing involuntarily grew heavier! The excitement that had just subsided slightly due to the confirmation was ignited once more! Thinking that this behemoth, symbolizing Zaha, had just ravaged Ying'er's hot, tight slutty cunt, making her cry out in orgasm, and now... it lay here silently, covered in her lustful fluid...

A powerful impulse, mixed with jealousy, excitement, and possessiveness, surged in my heart!

I tiptoed to the side of the bed, like a thief. I picked up the dildo that still carried Ying'er's body temperature and slippery fluids. The weighty feel and the sticky lustful fluid remaining on it made me shiver!

I turned to look at the sleeping Ying'er; she lay on her side, in a serene posture, one jade foot clad in nightclothes unintentionally peeking out from the brocade quilt. That foot was small and exquisite, its skin fair as snow, the toes round and adorable, and the black spade manicure on her toenails was still clearly visible in the dim light.

An even bolder, more wicked thought instantly seized my mind!

Gripping the huge dildo, covered in Ying'er's lustful fluid, I quietly walked to the foot of the bed and squatted down. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum! Both excited and nervous!

I looked at her unguarded jade foot, feeling the warm aura and faint body scent emanating from her... I swallowed, then... slowly pulled down my underpants, revealing my pitiful little cock that had once again stiffened from excitement.

I held the enormous fake penis, a symbol of the "paramour," in one hand, feeling the damp slipperiness and scent that belonged to Ying'er. My other hand gripped my own pathetic little meat stick, my gaze fixated obsessively on Ying'er's sleeping jade feet… I began to quickly masturbate!

I imagined! Imagined Zaha's real black cock! Just like this! Soaked with Ying'er's horny fluid! Violently fucking into her body! Making her cry out! Making her beg for mercy! Making her orgasm! And I! This useless husband! Could only, like now! Secretly! Holding the paramour's (substitute)! Facing my wife's feet! Jack off!

Extreme shame! Extreme excitement! Extreme N.T.R. pleasure! It erupted within me like a volcano!

My masturbation grew faster and faster! My breathing became heavier and heavier! Illusions seemed to appear before my eyes! Ying'er's jade feet seemed to come alive! Gently scratching my glans with their black spade toenails! Gripping and rubbing my meat stick with their tender arches!

"Ying'er… Ying'er's feet…" I mumbled incoherent words, feeling like I was going mad!

Just then! A familiar, about-to-gush feeling surged over me again! This time! I did not suppress it! Nor did I ejaculate into my hand as before!

"Ah——!!"

Accompanied by a short, suppressed groan! I thrust my hips violently! And that long-accumulated, scalding semen, mixed with shame and excitement! Accurately and fiercely! Shot onto Ying'er's sleeping, unsuspecting, snow-white jade feet!

The warm, viscous semen covered her delicate skin and exquisite black spade nail art, appearing particularly lewd and defiled in the dim candlelight!

I collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, looking at my "masterpiece." My heart was filled with the emptiness after ejaculation and a… morbid satisfaction, as if I had desecrated something sacred!

I looked at the sleeping Ying'er; she seemed utterly oblivious to it all, still sleeping peacefully. A strong wave of guilt rose within me, but it was immediately replaced by even greater excitement and anticipation.

I quickly used my sleeve to wipe the semen clean from her feet, then quietly put the fake penis back in its place. After tidying my clothes, I tiptoed out of the bedroom.

Arriving at the study, I closed the door tightly. I lit the oil lamp on the desk, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the excitement brought on by my recent masturbation. Now was not the time to indulge in desire; I needed to calm down and make the most thorough preparations for the real grand drama tomorrow night.

I spread out the paper, picked up my calligraphy brush, and began to sort through my scattered, crazy thoughts, putting them down on paper one by one.

Tomorrow night's game, Zaha will officially join. So, the game rules need to be reset. How can I ensure Zaha successfully enters Ying'er's body again, while also maximizing my cuckoldry and humiliation desires? The dice commands need to be more targeted and also incorporate more randomness and "accidents."

The punishment mechanism also needs adjustment. If an unwilling command is rolled, or if one side "loses," how should they be punished? Simple hand-slapping or drinking is no longer exciting enough. Perhaps… I could introduce some props? Like making Ying'er lick Zaha's feet? Or making Zaha fondle Ying'er's slutty cunt with his fingers? Or even… making me, this "husband," lick Zaha's cock?

And those two newly redeemed items—[Charm Black Special Lust Oil]and [Ice and Fire Twofold Ointment]—how should they be used just right in the game? Should they be applied to Ying'er, making her more sensitive and desirous of Zaha's cock? Or applied to Zaha's cock, giving Ying'er a stronger sensation? Or… applied to myself? To experience the torture of ice and fire intertwined?

One lewd and exciting idea after another collided and combined in my mind… My pen flew across the paper, sketching and revising… The excitement made me sleepless.

Outside, the night deepened, but inside the study, a carefully planned, taboo and desire-filled feast was quietly brewing…

Inside the study, the candlelight flickered, reflecting my slightly glistening eyes from excitement. The afterglow of my earlier masturbation had not completely dissipated. Thinking of Ying'er's shy acquiescence and the three-person game about to unfold tomorrow night, my thoughts galloped like a wild horse, unrestrained across the forbidden wilderness.

On the spread-out paper, various humiliation and N.T.R. scenarios were densely written. A mere framework was not enough; every detail had to be finalized, every possible variable considered, to ensure this "feast" was both stimulating and under my control.

First, the dice command library needed to be expanded and adjusted. It couldn't just be simple "licking," "fondling," "kissing"; more targeted and humiliating commands had to be added. For example:

[Praise the Paramour]: The one who rolls this must describe in detail the virtues of Zaha's cock (size, hardness, endurance, etc.), and compare it with my small cock. If Ying'er rolls it, she must show intoxication and longing; if I roll it, I must show jealousy and self-abasement; if Zaha rolls it (although he might be illiterate, I or Ying'er can explain on his behalf), he must show pride and contempt for me (of course, politely on the surface).

[Footjob the Paramour]: If Ying'er rolls it, she must use her feet, coated with [Charm Black Special Lust Oil], to give Zaha a footjob. I will watch from the side and be responsible for applying [Ice and Fire Twofold Ointment] to Ying'er's slutty cunt or nipples, increasing her stimulation.

[Paramour Internal Ejaculation]: This is the highest command! If Zaha or Ying'er rolls it, Zaha must ejaculate inside Ying'er! I must watch the entire process and be responsible for the "cleanup" afterward (e.g., licking up spilled semen). If I roll it, I have one veto power but must accept double punishment.

[Slave Mark Brand]: The one who rolls this must apply a [Slave Mark Brand - Nipple/Pubic Sticker] to Ying'er. This requires new props.

Thinking of this, I re-entered my consciousness and opened the system shop. I still had plenty of points. I quickly found the new items I needed for my plan:

[Slave Mark Brand - Nipple/Pubic Sticker] (80 points): Special material stickers with a spade or Zaha's initial (optional design), to be applied to the nipples or mons pubis. Waterproof, sweatproof, not easy to fall off. Symbolizes ownership and branding, enhancing N.T.R. humiliation. (Chose spade design)

[Chastity Illusion - Variable See-Through Gauze Skirt] (350 points): Usually appears as an ordinary plain white gauze skirt. Can become translucent or fully transparent for a certain period through specific incense or special potion (requires separate exchange or crafting). Increases voyeuristic sensation and shame, suitable for creating atmosphere and "unexpected surprises" during the game.

[Entwined Silk Feet - Hollow-out Strappy High-Heeled Sandals] (150 points): White, with multiple thin straps forming the upper, ankle straps, and an extremely thin heel reaching 9 cm. Maximizes the display of the arch curve, suitable for providing multiple stimulation points during footjobs.

[Innate Charm - Lace-Edged Over-the-Knee Stockings] (60 points): Black lace material with delicate lace trim, over-the-knee length, with silicone anti-slip at the top, clinging tightly to the thigh skin, extremely alluring.

Confirm exchange!

`[System Notification: Exchange successful! [Slave Mark Brand - Nipple/Pubic Sticker (Spade Design)]×2, [Chastity Illusion - Variable See-Through Gauze Skirt]×1, [Entwined Silk Feet - Hollow-out Strappy High-Heeled Sandals]×1, [Innate Charm - Lace-Edged Over-the-Knee Stockings]×1 have been stored in system space, consuming 640 points.]`

Excellent, the props are ready. The [Chastity Illusion Gauze Skirt] requires a special potion or incense to activate; I can consider how to integrate that later. For now, the important thing is to incorporate the [Slave Mark Brand] and the new shoes and stockings into the game rules.

The rules could be set as: the party who rolls the [Slave Mark Brand] command can order the other party (or Ying'er) to apply a brand sticker, with the position optional (nipple or mons pubis). As for the new shoes and stockings, Ying'er can put them on before the game begins, making them directly part of the game scenario.

Regarding the punishment mechanism, if an unwilling command is rolled, one can choose to accept a punishment. Punishment methods could be:

Licking any part of the opponent's body (excluding Zaha, and excluding feet for me, as licking feet is a reward).Drinking a cup of specially blended "beverage" (can be replaced with ordinary wine, but the atmosphere of an "erotic" liquid should be created).Receiving the [Ice and Fire Twofold Ointment] punishment (application area and duration determined by the roller).

As for atmosphere creation… perhaps I could light an exotic, aphrodisiac-effect incense in the bedroom? Like the [Black Fascination Incense] I used before? No, that scent is too obvious, Ying'er would be wary. I can find a softer-smelling but similar-effect spice. Or… play some rhythmic, wild barbarian music? Although the effect might be limited, it's better than nothing. I can prepare all of these tomorrow.

I wrote down all the rules, prop usage methods, and punishment mechanisms on paper, refining them repeatedly to ensure logical coherence, sufficient stimulation, and that everything remained within my control. Only when the sky outside began to lighten did I finally put down my pen with satisfaction.

Looking at the densely packed, taboo and insane words on the paper, I felt an unprecedented excitement and satisfaction. I carefully folded the paper and hid it in the secret compartment of the desk.

Blowing out the oil lamp, the study plunged into darkness. I rubbed my slightly throbbing temples and got up to stretch my stiff body. Although I hadn't slept all night, my spirits were unusually high. Thinking of everything that was about to happen tonight, I had no desire to sleep.

Gently pushing open the study door, I tiptoed back to the bedroom. Ying'er was still fast asleep, her breathing even and long, with a serene expression on her face. I walked to the bedside and quietly watched her. The moonlight had receded, and the first hint of dawn cast a soft glow over her peaceful sleeping face.

I leaned down and placed an extremely light kiss on her forehead, my heart filled with tenderness and anticipation. Then, I took off my outer garment, quietly slipped under the covers, and pulled her warm, soft body into my embrace. Feeling her familiar scent and body temperature, a hint of drowsiness finally crept over me. I closed my eyes, but my mind was still rehearsing tonight's game… With this excitement and anticipation, I fell into a deep sleep.

The last rays of the setting sun painted the entire mansion in a warm golden hue. When I returned from the medical clinic, Ying'er had already dressed and was directing the maidservants in preparing dinner. She wore an lotus root purple-pink ruqun, and the [Black Spade Queen Glazed Hairpin] was neatly adorned in her hair bun, making her look elegant and demure, no different from usual.

However, as I approached, I keenly caught a fleeting glimpse of tension and shyness deep in her eyes, and a faint blush on her earlobes. She seemed to… still remember that shy, resigned "Mmm" from last night.

"Husband is back." Seeing me, she quickly came forward, a gentle smile on her face, trying to mask her inner turmoil.

"Mmm," I held her slightly cool hand, feeling a slight tremble in her fingertips, and understood. I didn't immediately bring up the game for the evening, but instead played along, chatting about mundane things, asking her what she had done today, and what dishes were prepared for dinner.

She answered one by one, her voice gentle, but her gaze was always somewhat evasive, not daring to meet mine for too long. "I didn't do much… just asked the kitchen to stew the pigeon soup husband likes… Oh, and husband mentioned wanting crab roe buns last time, so I had them prepared today as well…" She seemed to try to ease her tension by talking about food.

"Ying'er always spoils her husband the most." I smiled and lightly scraped her nose, then leaned close to her ear and whispered in a voice only we could hear, "Then… tonight's game… is Ying'er ready? Your husband is… quite looking forward to it…"

The delicate body in my arms stiffened instantly again! Her face flushed red in an instant, even her neck was dyed pink! She looked up, glaring at me with a mix of shyness and irritation, her eyes like a startled deer, filled with panic and a hint of plea: "Husband…!"

"Shhh…" I put my finger to my lips again, signaling her to be quiet, then gently pulled her into my embrace. I softly comforted her in her ear, "Don't be afraid… it's just for fun… your husband is here… everything is with your husband…" I continuously repeated words of comfort, using a gentle tone and intimate gestures, slowly dismantling her tension and fear.

She trembled slightly in my arms, and after a long while, she finally relaxed, burying her face in my chest, and responded in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Mmm… this servant… understands…" Her voice still held a strong sense of shyness and nervousness, but there was no longer any resistance, instead… it even faintly hinted at a trace of… a broken-jar-smash-it kind of anticipation?

I smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that tonight's "feast" could begin on time.

At the beginning of You Shi (5-7 PM), as dusk began to fall, I went to the backyard first. Zaha was already waiting there. Unlike in the morning when he was training, now he was wearing clean, coarse cloth shorts, kneeling perfectly straight in the center of the open courtyard, his head bowed low, his body trembling slightly from excitement and nervousness. Hearing my footsteps, he suddenly looked up, and his dark eyes instantly burst with fanatical light, which was then quickly replaced by fear, as if scalded by a branding iron, and he lowered his head again, calling out in a hoarse voice: "Master!"

I didn't tell him to get up. I just slowly walked in front of him, looking down at him. He seemed to have cleaned himself thoroughly; I could vaguely smell a clean soap aroma in the air, but that strong, wild, and sweaty body odor unique to his race still couldn't be completely masked. In fact, it became even more pronounced due to his nervousness and excitement, like a silent declaration. I could clearly see the grotesque outline beneath his coarse cloth crotch, strikingly obvious even in his kneeling posture, twitching slightly with his rapid breathing.

"It seems… you are ready." I spoke indifferently, my voice devoid of emotion, yet enough to make his whole body jolt.

"Yes! Master! This slave… this slave is ready!" He quickly replied, his voice slightly distorted from excitement, "This slave… this slave will surely… serve diligently… and satisfy… Master and Madam…"

"Serve diligently?" I chuckled softly, extended my foot, and gently lifted his chin with the tip of my shoe, forcing him to look at me, "Do you know what to do tonight?"

His eyes flickered, filled with desire, fear, and a hint of bewilderment: "This slave… this slave obeys Master's orders!"

"Remember," my voice turned cold and stern, as if laced with ice, "Tonight, you are a dog beneath Madam's skirt! A black dog who only knows how to please its mistress with that big cock! If I tell you to lick, you must lick! If I tell you to fuck, you must fuck! If Madam doesn't tell you to cum, you will hold it in even if you burst! Understand?!"

"Un… Understood! Master! This slave understands!" Zaha was scared out of his wits by the cold killing intent in my eyes. He immediately kowtowed like a pounding garlic, his voice sharp with fear, "This slave is just a dog! Everything obeys Master and Madam's commands! I would never dare to make the slightest mistake!"

"Very good." Seeing his fearful and submissive appearance, I nodded in satisfaction, withdrew my foot, and softened my tone slightly, "Remember your place. If you serve well tonight, I, your Master… will naturally not treat your big fellow unfairly… But if anything goes wrong…" My eyes turned cold again, "You know the consequences."

"Yes! Yes! This slave understands!" Zaha's voice was filled with the relief of surviving a catastrophe and an infinite longing for the "reward."

"Kneel here and await my summons." I left the last words, ignoring him, and turned to walk towards the dining room. Behind me was Zaha's suppressed, heavy breathing and the even more grotesque outline beneath his crotch.

Inside the dining room, dinner was already prepared. Ying'er had changed back into her lotus root purple-pink ruqun and was sitting quietly at the table, seemingly waiting for me. Seeing me enter, she quickly rose, a perfectly gentle smile on her face: "Husband is back." Lin'er and Ting'er stood respectfully by her side.

I nodded, sat down beside her, and took her cool, trembling hand under the table. "I kept Ying'er waiting."

"No, it was just prepared." She replied softly, but her gaze was somewhat evasive, not daring to meet mine.

The dinner process seemed peaceful. Ying'er and I chatted about trivial matters, praising the delicious dishes, and asking about her mood today. She responded to each, trying to maintain her usual gentle and virtuous demeanor. But only I knew what turbulent waves were hidden beneath her calm surface. I could see her occasionally distracted gaze, feel the slight tremor in her fingertips when she picked up food, and hear the imperceptible hint of nervousness in her feigned calm voice.

"Ying'er doesn't seem to have much appetite today?" I deliberately placed a piece of fish she usually loved into her bowl and asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No… no…" She quickly shook her head, picked up her chopsticks and put the fish into her mouth, but she didn't seem to taste it. "It's just… perhaps the weather is turning cooler, and I'm a bit tired."

"Is that so?" I smiled meaningfully, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in a voice only we could hear, "I think… Ying'er is thinking about tonight's 'game,' too nervous to eat, aren't you?"

"Husband!" She was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly flushing red, glaring at me with shame and annoyance, but her voice was extremely low, fearing the maidservants nearby might hear. In her watery eyes, amidst the petulant complaint, there was clearly an undeniable panic and… a shyness of being seen through.

I chuckled and stopped teasing her, simply holding her small hand more tightly, gently stroking the back of her hand with my thumb, conveying comfort and… an undeniable control.

After dinner, the sky had completely darkened. Lin'er and Ting'er cleared the dishes and withdrew. I suggested we take a stroll in the courtyard. Ying'er didn't refuse; she obediently put on her cloak and walked with me into the moonlit courtyard.

Tonight's moonlight was exceptionally bright, illuminating the courtyard as if it were daytime. The osmanthus scent was even stronger than in the evening, refreshing and invigorating. We walked side by side slowly, our shadows stretching long in the moonlight.

"Ying'er…" I broke the silence, my voice particularly clear in the quiet night, "Still nervous?"

Her body trembled slightly, she was silent for a moment, then softly hummed, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.

I stopped, turned, and gently pulled her into my embrace, letting her lean against my chest. "Don't be afraid… it's just for fun… just like we've done before… it's just… there's an extra 'audience,' or rather… a prop?" I deliberately downplayed Zaha's role.

"But…" she murmured softly in my arms, "This servant… this servant still feels… a bit… embarrassed…"

"I know," I gently stroked her hair, my voice so soft it could drip water, "But didn't Ying'er promise husband? For husband… she'd be willing to do anything…" I once again deployed this "trump card," at the same time gently lifting her chin with my finger, making her look into my eyes, "And… doesn't Ying'er herself… not even a little excited? Doesn't she want to know… what it feels like to be filled again… by that real 'big guy'?"

"Husband!" She pushed me away, both shy and annoyed, her cheeks burning red as she frantically looked elsewhere, "You… you're spouting nonsense again!"

Seeing her shy, contradictory expression, my heart settled, knowing that although she was nervous and afraid, the awakened desire and curiosity in her subconscious were enough to carry her through tonight's game.

I no longer pressed her, merely taking her hand again and softly saying: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. It's late, let's go back to our room… Husband has… a new surprise prepared for you."

Hearing the word "surprise," a flicker of curiosity crossed Ying'er's eyes; led by me, she half-yielded and half-resisted as she walked towards the bedroom.

Back in the bedroom, I dismissed all the servants. From the system space, I retrieved the brand new erotic outfit—the dark green [Modified High-Slit Cheongsam], the black [Innate Charm - Lace-Edged Over-the-Knee Stockings], and those crystal-clear, transparent [Entwining Silk Feet - Hollow-out Strappy High-Heeled Sandals].

"Ying'er, put this on." I handed her the clothes, my eyes full of anticipation.

Ying'er looked at the pitifully scant fabric, the boldly revealing design of the cheongsam and stockings, and those frighteningly high-heeled sandals in her hand, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson! "Hus… husband… this… this is too…"

"Hurry and change, let husband admire you properly." I urged her, leaving no room for doubt, and at the same time, walked to a nearby incense burner, lighting a small piece of [Lustful Confusion Incense] (50 points), exchanged from the system, whose scent was more subtle and elegant yet had a similar effect.

Ying'er hesitated, struggled, but ultimately couldn't resist my persistence and that faint trace of… desire to please me within her heart. She took the clothes and rustled behind the screen to change.

A moment later, the instant she emerged from behind the screen, my breath caught!

In the candlelight, she seemed reborn, transformed into a captivating, peerless enchantress! The dark green silk cheongsam perfectly outlined her plump, graceful figure, its slit, rising to her waist, subtly revealing her long, jade-like legs encased in black lace over-the-knee stockings as she moved. The exquisite lace trim of the stockings clung tightly to her fair thigh skin, exuding an ascetic temptation. And the transparent, strappy, ultra-thin high-heeled sandals on her feet accentuated her already perfect arch curve to the fullest, with ten toes adorned with black spade nail art subtly visible beneath the clear vamp, emanating a fatal attraction!

"Ying… Ying'er…" I stared, dumbfounded, my throat dry, my voice somewhat hoarse, "You… you're truly beautiful…" This was no longer a simple compliment, but a heartfelt exclamation! At this moment, she possessed both the elegant charm of a classical lady and the seductive allure of modern eroticism; this extreme contrast utterly enthralled me!

Ying'er felt utterly uncomfortable under my gaze, her cheeks so red they looked as if they could drip blood, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her dress, her eyes darting away, not daring to look at me. "Husband… this… this outfit is too… too shameful…"

"Shameful?" I stepped forward, gently lifting her chin, making her look at the undisguised infatuation and desire in my eyes, "I think it's beautiful enough to make one lose their soul! Husband now… only wants to press you beneath him, and fiercely…" I didn't continue, merely tracing every curve of her body with my burning gaze.

She went limp under my gaze, her breathing quickening.

"Alright… Ying'er, are you ready? Our game… should begin." I took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to immediately 'rectify her on the spot', and took out the dice and the fortune-telling cylinder.

Ying'er nodded nervously, her small hands tightly clenched.

"So… Zaha…" I looked at her, probing again, my tone inquiring and a little bewitching, "Should I let him come in now… and kneel beside us to watch us play? Or… should I have him wait outside the door first, and call him in only when his turn is rolled?"

Watching Ying'er's body tremble slightly from fright, and her eyes filled with humiliation and resignation, a strong wave of pity… and an even more morbid excitement welled up within me! The more she resisted, the more afraid she was, the more captivating the contrast would be later when the Black Charm Lust Oil completely ignited her body's instincts!

"Alright, alright, husband won't call him, just the two of us…" I gently soothed her, yet without question, I again lifted her jade-like feet, now covered in Black Charm Lust Oil and gleaming with an eerie luster, bringing them close to my face. That peculiar fragrance, a mix of sweet floral notes and a musky, wild scent, grew more intense, as if imbued with a magical power, directly piercing my nostrils and igniting the most primal desires deep within my heart!

Ying'er closed her eyes in resignation, her long eyelashes trembling violently like startled butterfly wings, her body taut, as if enduring immense humiliation and torment.

I took a deep breath, my gaze fixated with obsession on the exquisite jade feet before me, now glistening with lust oil, like obsidian works of art. In the candlelight, the black spade nail art seemed to come alive, shimmering with an eerie glow against the oil's sheen. The stark white skin contrasted sharply with the dark, viscous oil, creating a beauty that was profoundly decadent.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I lowered my head, extended my tongue, and, like the most devout believer kissing a sacred relic, cautiously licked the top of her foot, covered in lust oil.

"Ugh!" Ying'er's body jolted violently! She let out a suppressed cry, laced with a whimper! The icy, sticky oil, mixed with the warm, slick wetness of my tongue, created an unprecedented, strange sensation! It instantly made her body tense up!

Unlike my previous licks, this time, my tongue wasn't just feeling the delicacy of her skin; it was tasting the Black Charm Lust Oil! A peculiar taste, sweet and floral with a hint of bitterness, spread across my tongue tip, followed by an indescribable sensation of dry heat rising from the back of my tongue, as if the oil truly contained some kind of magic!

My tongue grew bolder, repeatedly licking and circling over the glistening top of her foot, drawing the viscous liquid into my mouth. Then, my tongue tip began to explore her jade-shoot-like toes. The black spade nail art appeared even more seductive against the oil's sheen; I carefully traced the outline of each spade with my tongue tip, feeling the smoothness of the nail patch and the stickiness of the lust oil.

"Mmm… ah… such… such a strange feeling… my foot… my foot is so hot… so itchy…" Ying'er's moans became intermittent, filled with confusion and an indescribable agitation! Her toes no longer just curled up as before; they began to twist and spread uncontrollably, as if craving something, yet also repelling something! Her cheeks were so red they looked as if they could drip blood, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid!

The Black Charm Lust Oil's effects were clearly beginning to kick in! It seemed to not only alter scent and touch but also act as a catalyst, directly affecting her nerve endings, amplifying her body's sensitivity, and awakening a latent, primal desire related to "blackness"!

"Ying'er, do you feel it?" I looked up, gazing at her hazy expression, both pained and seemingly starting to enjoy it, and asked in a hoarse voice, the strange taste still lingering on my tongue, "This oil… is it making your slutty feet… especially sensitive? Especially wanting… to be fiercely… ravaged?"

"Ugh… Husband… stop talking…" Her voice was tearful, yet mixed with an uncontrollable coquettishness, "This servant… this servant doesn't know… I just feel… my body is so strange… so hot… like… like ants are crawling…" She twisted her body, her legs unconsciously rubbing together, as if trying to relieve that indescribable dry heat and itchiness.

"Is that so?" I secretly rejoiced, knowing the time was ripe. I lowered my head again, and with even greater fervor and abandon, began frantically licking and sucking her jade feet, now slick with lust oil! My tongue, like a nimble snake, burrowed into her toe gaps, vigorously stirring and scraping, drawing every bit of the viscous lust oil, her own fragrant sweat, and even the arousal fluid that might have overflowed from her (possibly from earlier self-pleasure) into my mouth! My lips enveloped her rounded heel, sucking hard; my teeth even lightly nibbled at her sensitive arch!

"Ahhh—!!!" Ying'er completely lost control! She let out a series of high-pitched, wanton moans that seemed to pierce the heavens! Her voice was filled with ultimate pleasure, shame, and a… nearly collapsing madness! Her body convulsed like waves! Her legs twitched and entwined uncontrollably! Her thighs, clad in black lace over-the-knee stockings, were taut, the lace trim at the top almost digging into her flesh! Her highly arched buttocks were subtly visible beneath the dark green cheongsam! The transparent, strappy high-heeled sandals on her feet also shook violently with her movements, their heels striking the bed frame, producing suggestive sounds!

"Slutty cunt! Wanton vixen!" As I frantically licked her slutty feet, I simultaneously hurled the most vulgar and filthy insults at her! "Is having husband lick your feet this pleasurable?! More pleasurable than being fucked by that big dick?! Huh?! Slut! Look at your horny expression! Is it wet down there again?! Do you want that thick, black big dick to fiercely fuck you again?!"

"Mmm ah… ahhh… I want… I want a big dick… Husband… quickly… quickly let that black slave come in… fuck me… fiercely fuck this servant's slutty cunt… ahhh…" Under the dual stimulation of the Black Charm Lust Oil and ultimate pleasure, Ying'er completely abandoned all her reserve and shame! She cried out her deepest desires without restraint! Even beginning to actively demand Zaha's entry!

Hearing her explicit, lewd words, I felt the blood in my body about to ignite! The extreme excitement made me dizzy! I looked up, gazing at her exquisite face, twisted by lust and filled with longing, my voice trembling violently from excitement: "Good! Good! Husband will let him in now! Let him fuck you, you slut! Let you taste… what it's like to be fiercely fucked dry by a big black dick!"

I released her jade feet, which I had licked until they were slick with oil and utterly messy, and took a deep breath, trying to calm my heart that pounded wildly from extreme excitement. Then, I turned around, facing the closed bedroom door, and commanded in a deep voice, filled with authority and anticipation:

"Zaha! Get your ass in here!"

With my low summons, the closed door swung open. A tall, dark figure practically stumbled and scrambled in, then heavily prostrated himself on the floor, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, his massive body trembling violently from extreme excitement and fear, letting out heavy gasps. It was Zaha, who had been waiting for a long time!

His sudden intrusion, and the foreign scent he carried—a mix of soapberry and strong sweat—instantly shattered the bedroom's previously ambiguous and enchanting atmosphere, injecting a raw and wild tension.

Kneeling on the ground, Zaha still didn't dare to look up, but his rapid, heavy breathing already betrayed the extreme turmoil within him. Meanwhile, on the bed, Ying'er, who had been immersed in a daze of lust, jolted at the sudden intrusion; a flicker of panic and shame crossed her hazy eyes, and she subconsciously squeezed her legs together. But then, as if something occurred to her, or perhaps the Black Charm Lust Oil's effects surged again, the panic in her watery eyes was swiftly replaced by an even more intense longing and anticipation, and even… a hint of secret excitement? She subtly pushed her chest out, making the full contours, wrapped in the dark green cheongsam, even more alluring.

"Dog slave, lift your head!" I walked to Zaha, nudging his shoulder with my foot, my voice cold and devoid of emotion, as if commanding an animal, "Let Madam get a good look at your dog-face!"

Zaha jolted all over, then slowly lifted his head, trembling. When his gaze fell upon the scene on the bed—his mistress, scantily clad, with alluring eyes, exuding a strong aura of lust, and that strange scent (Black Charm Lust Oil) in the air that made his blood boil—he felt as if struck by lightning! His eyes were wide, his mouth agape, and strange "ho-ho" sounds escaped his throat; he seemed utterly stunned by the incredibly debauched sight before him!

And at the same time, the huge cock between his legs, which had already been inconveniently hard from waiting outside, suddenly twitched even more violently under the intense visual stimulation! It pushed his coarse cloth pants up like a flagpole! Its ferocious outline was clearly visible, as if it could rip through the thin fabric at any moment!

"It seems you, dog slave… are quite 'spirited,' aren't you?" I looked at his exaggerated physiological reaction, a cruel smile curving my lips, then pointed to the dark, massive simulated penis on the bed nearby, "Go, take off your pants! Let Madam see, which one does Madam prefer, this real one of yours, or that fake one!"

"Yes… yes! Master!" Zaha's brain had almost stopped thinking at this point; only the most primitive obedience and desire remained! He fumbled with his waistband, roughly tore off his troublesome pants, revealing that monstrous, terrifying black behemoth, already poised for action!

A real, black man's cock!

Nearly a foot long! Far thicker than average! Blue veins coiled and crisscrossed on its purplish-black skin, looking as ferocious as a coiling dragon! The huge glans was deep purple from extreme engorgement, its tip slightly upturned, constantly oozing thick, transparent fluid, emitting a strong, masculine, rank odor! The entire cock was hard and scorching hot like a red-hot branding iron, quivering slightly with his breathing, filled with a sense of destructive power and aggression!

I picked up the enormous simulated penis, walked to Zaha's side, and held both up side-by-side, displaying them to Ying'er on the bed. "Ying'er, take a look," my voice laced with mockery and bewitchment, "one is a lifelike fake, the other an undeniable real one… Which do you prefer? Which one can fuck your slutty cunt more comfortably?"

Ying'er's gaze was fixed intently on the two equally massive but distinctly textured "male organs"! Although the simulated penis was astonishingly large, it was ultimately cold silicone, lacking the texture of life. But Zaha's living, black giant dick radiated scorching heat, vibrant vitality, and… a primal, wild power that both terrified and enticed her! Her breathing quickened, her chest heaved violently, her legs unconsciously rubbed together, and an irrepressible emptiness and itchiness emanated from her slutty cunt, lustful fluid flowing out like a small stream, soaking the sheets beneath her!

"Mmm ah… this servant… this servant…" Her eyes were hazy, her speech slurred; she seemed incapable of giving a rational answer, her body's instincts had already made the choice for her!

"It seems… our Ying'er still prefers the real thing…" I looked at her completely lewd appearance, smiled with satisfaction, and tossed the simulated penis aside. Then, I pointed to Ying'er's jade feet, seductive like black pearls and covered in Black Charm Lust Oil, and gave Zaha a new command:

"Dog slave! Do you see Madam's slutty feet? Master has already licked them; now it's your turn! Get on your knees! Stick out your filthy tongue! Lick Madam's slutty feet clean, those covered in Black Charm Lust Oil! If you don't lick them to Madam's satisfaction, mind your dog-cock!"

"Yes! Yes! Master! This slave obeys!" To be able to lick his mistress's jade feet—for Zaha, this was an immense blessing, second only to fucking her! A more frenzied light burst forth in his eyes; he hastily crawled on his knees to the bedside, and like the most devout pilgrim, lowered his head, extended his thick, coarse tongue, and began to lick Ying'er's jade feet, which radiated a peculiar fragrance and a strong aura of lust!

Zaha's tongue was large and hot, with a rough, granular texture, completely different from my earlier licking! He almost roughly enveloped Ying'er's entire foot, his tongue forcefully scraping against the lust-oil-covered skin, producing loud "slurp, slurp" wet sounds! He seemed intent on swallowing every drop of oil, every trace of its scent! His tongue nimbly burrowed into her toe gaps, forcefully sucking and swirling, as if trying to suck her toes right off!

"Ah---!!!"

The intense stimulation of the Black Charm Lust Oil, combined with Zaha's rough and unrestrained licking, made Ying'er, already at the peak of her lust, instantly collapse! She let out a wanton moan even more shrill and lewd than when I had licked her! Her body convulsed and trembled violently as if struck by electricity!

"Mmm ah… ahhh… dog slave… lick… lick harder… yes… right there… mmm ah… so good… slutty cunt… slutty cunt is so itchy… it's going to flow wet from this black dog's licking… ahhh…" Under the assault of extreme pleasure, she completely let go of herself! All sorts of vulgar and shameless dirty talk gushed uncontrollably from her mouth! She even began to actively direct Zaha!

Hearing his mistress's "commands," Zaha became even more frenzied, as if injected with stimulants! He licked with even more effort, even more abandon! His tongue was like a high-speed grinding wheel, savagely ravaging those lust-oil-covered jade feet! He didn't even spare the transparent, strappy high-heeled sandals, licking both the vamp and the heels until they were soaking wet and glistening!

I stood by, watching this vivid and sensual "human-beast foot-licking scene," listening to Ying'er's utterly debauched moans and dirty talk, feeling as if my own cock was about to explode! The intense excitement and NTR pleasure made me almost ejaculate on the spot! But I held back! I knew this was just the "appetizer"! The real feast… was yet to come!

Zaha licked until he was drenched in sweat, his tongue almost numb, yet he still didn't dare to slacken in the slightest. Only when Ying'er's moans gradually subsided, her body no longer violently trembling, leaving only unconscious, slight spasms, and she herself lay limp on the bed as if drained of all strength, did he dare to slow his pace slightly.

"Alright, dog slave, good licking." I looked at Ying'er, almost dazed from being licked, and nodded with satisfaction, "Crawl to the foot of the bed and kneel properly, waiting to serve Madam in her game!"

"Yes! Master!" Zaha, relieved, quickly crawled to the foot of the bed and knelt properly, his massive black cock still hard as iron, its glans covered in saliva, Ying'er's foot sweat, and lust oil, emitting an even stronger rank odor.

I walked to the bedside, leaning over to look at Ying'er, who lay panting delicately in my arms, her eyes hazy, and softly asked: "Ying'er… was the 'appetizer' satisfactory? Now… isn't it your turn to… roll the dice?"

Ying'er looked at me with dazed eyes, then at Zaha, who was kneeling at the foot of the bed, exuding a dangerous, beast-like aura. She still hadn't fully recovered from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She breathed softly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. After a long moment, she nodded faintly, a hint of languor and resignation in her expression. Then, she tremblingly extended her hand and took the dice I offered her...

The game, officially began!