"Zep, is this what you want? For me to become another man's wife?" The lady asked, her voice a soft challenge.
Her hair, a cascade of silken strands, was swept into an elegant chignon, secured by a luminous green jade hairpin that caught the light. She wore a pale yellow lace dress that clung to her form like molten gold, its high slit revealing a glimpse of her toned leg, where a delicate jade anklet gleamed with understated grace.
Her large, luminous eyes sparkled with an innocent allure, yet held a depth that hinted at unspoken desires. Lips, painted the rich red of pomegranate seeds, curved into a knowing, radiant smile—captivating, almost intoxicating. The faint fragrance of lotus and sandalwood followed her, a subtle trail that lingered in the air, impossible to ignore.
Her figure was graceful, her beauty delicate yet commanding, with a snow-white complexion flushed with a tantalizing blush. There was an air of arrogance in her poise, bold and unyielding, yet softened by a flicker of longing that stirred the heart. She was foxy without seduction, a vision of heroic elegance—like a fairy descended from the heavens, both ethereal and untouchable.
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Clap! Clap! Clap!
The raw, rhythmic sound of flesh colliding reverberated through the bedroom of an elegant courtyard estate. The chamber, adorned with intricate eastern carvings and wooden furnishings, amplified the primal cadence. On a grand wooden bed draped in silken sheets, a disheveled gold-lace dress clung loosely to a stunningly pale, porcelain-like figure. The lady lay in disarray, her exquisite curves barely veiled by the delicate lace fabric.
Her swan-like neck, flushed with crimson imprints, arched lustfully, while her dark, silken tresses spilled over the bed's edge, grazing the polished wooden floor. Soft, fervent moans—each a spark of passion—escaped her lips, her flushed face radiating an intoxicating allure, as if a goddess had descended into mortal ecstasy.
"Mmm♡… Hngh♡"
Atop her loomed a massive, obese figure, his enormous bulk pressing relentlessly against her delicate frame. Her long, alabaster legs hung limply around the mountain of flesh, the pale gold gauze of her dress draped loosely at her sides. Her slender waist, cinched by the sheer, sensual fabric, was gripped tightly by two meaty hands, the sharp clap of flesh against flesh filling the room.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Her mesmerizing eyes shimmered with a haze of passion, occasionally crossing in a fleeting moment of surrender, her tongue slightly protruding as her silken hair framed a face of otherworldly beauty. Her breathtaking form trembled beneath the relentless rhythm of the mountainous man above her, her flushed cheeks glowing with a mix of desire and vulnerability.
The man reveled in the divine beauty beneath him, lost in the ecstasy of her youthful, ethereal form—pure yet defiled by his mortal desire.
To any onlooker, the scene would be jarring: a celestial fairy, radiant and divine, entangled in the raw, unyielding lust of a grotesque figure, her beauty both exalted and consumed.
"Elaine-chan, my Elaine-chan," the man gasped, his voice thick with desire. "Heh, you feel good, don't you? You're perfection."
The obese man leaned closer, his massive frame pressing harder, his grotesque length plunging deeper into her sacred core. Beneath her tightly clad waist, her jade-smooth, hairless mound yielded to the monstrous intrusion, her flat abdomen subtly swelling with each relentless thrust. Her gold gown clung to her taut curves, accentuating her divine form, now pinned beneath the mountain of flesh.
"Ahh… ♡ Ahh~ ♡"
Her delicate fingers pressed weakly against his sagging belly, her exquisite face tilted upward, eyes crossing involuntarily in a haze of overwhelm. "Haa… ♡ Stop… ♡ It's too much… too deep…" she whispered, her voice breathless and trembling.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
But her pleas were futile against his unyielding bulk, his immense body driving into her with relentless fervor. "Elaine-chan! Oh, Elaine-chan! I love you!" he panted. "Be my wife! Be mine forever! I'll fulfill you every day!"
His thick lips lunged for her crimson, alluring mouth, but she turned her head, denying his kiss. Frustrated by her resistance, he leaned back, abandoning the attempt. Instead, his meaty hand seized her delicate ankle, pulling her slender foot to his mouth as he grunted hoarsely, "Ah! Elaine-chan! So… good, so good!"
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Her fairy-beauty body shuddered violently, reaching a shattering peak, her breaths hot and ragged with pleasure. After a moment of trembling in his tight embrace, the massive fat man collapsed onto her, the luxurious wooden bed creaking loudly under their combined weight.
"What…?" she murmured, dazed, her gaze clouded. "You… finished inside…"
"Elaine-chan, be my wife, give me a—" His words were cut short. A sudden, forceful blow to his gut sent him reeling. His grotesque organ slipped from her tight warmth as he tumbled off the bed, crashing against the chamber wall and collapsing onto the wooden floor with a resounding THUD.
The fat man clutched his chest, eyes wide with terror, gazing up at the goddess before him. Her flowing hair swirled as if caught in a storm, moving without a breeze, while her long, sculpted thighs crossed with effortless grace. The gold-lace dress fluttered around her like a flickering flame, accentuating her celestial beauty.
The passion that once flushed her stunning face was gone, replaced by an icy, piercing glare. Under her gaze, the man shrank, frozen and silent, his bravado extinguished.
With graceful, deliberate strides, the goddess stepped off the bed, leaving the sultry chamber behind, her presence commanding and untouchable.
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In the front hall of the courtyard, Zephyr Zinger deftly checked a female patient's pulse, swiftly diagnosing her ailment and scribbling a remedy formula. As the woman left with her treatment, Zephyr turned to find Sun Elaine standing in the doorway. Her gold-lace dress hung askew, red kiss marks trailing down her swan-like neck, her bare feet silent on the polished floor. Her breathtaking beauty was clouded by a quiet, simmering resentment as she fixed her gaze on him.
"Oh, honey, you're back. Did it feel good?" Zephyr asked, his eyes lingering on her disheveled, alluring form, desire flickering in his gaze.
Traces of another man's essence glistened on her thighs, a silent testament to what had transpired, the yellowish-white fluid trickling from her secret place.
Sun Elaine ignored his question, her voice sharp with accusation. "Zep, you've been with another woman again, haven't you?"
Zephyr stepped closer, his hand gently tracing her flawless face. "My love, you're the only one in my heart. See, that's a patient of our clinic. Come inside quickly—someone might see you like this."
"Hmph, let them see!" she snapped, pouting like a petulant girl. "Let them know you don't cherish me, always wanting me to be with that fat Bull!"
Sinking into Zephyr's grand master chair, she carelessly parted her long, sculpted legs, revealing her flushed, hairless intimacy, still slick with the thick, yellowish-white evidence of her ordeal.