Having been driven to repeated orgasms, I was experiencing the ultimate pleasure.
As the flood of semen filled me, I cried out and reached yet another, smaller climax.
Afterward, King Jing and I held each other tightly; as the waves of ecstasy subsided, my body couldn't help but spasm uncontrollably. *Thud.*
As the lingering waves of orgasm subsided, Prince Jing kicked me off the bed and onto the floor.
"You fucking slut—what right do you have to sleep in a bed? Get the hell down there."
Prince Jing looked at me with utter contempt.
"Your Highness! You've already fucked my pussy... when will you give me the antidote?"
I asked, looking at him with eager anticipation.
"Hmph! So what if I fucked your pussy? Isn't a slut's pussy just meant to be fucked by anyone? You want the antidote? Fine. Bring your wife to Fenglai Pavilion tomorrow; I'm going to fuck her hard there. I want everyone to know that you, Long Tianxiang, are my lowly dog, and your wife is just a plaything for me to fuck whenever I please."
Prince Jing spat the words out viciously.
Hearing Prince Jing's words, a surge of heat instantly rose in my groin; had I not just experienced such an intense orgasm, I surely would have lost control and succumbed to my lust.
"I understand! Tomorrow, I'll bring my wife to Fenglai Pavilion and have her serve you just like a bitch in heat! Just wait for her to stick her ass up and let you fuck her!"
I said to Prince Jing with a lewd, servile expression.
"Oh, and once you bring her to Fenglai Pavilion tomorrow, seal her cultivation base immediately. I'm going to fucking rape her in public and knock her up. Hmph! If you don't perform well tomorrow, forget about ever becoming a man again."
Prince Jing spoke with a lascivious, wicked look on his face.
Upon hearing Prince Jing's words, a vivid image flashed through my mind: my wife being raped as a result of my own scheme.
I pictured her—utterly disappointed in me—enduring Prince Jing's thrusts in agony, only to gradually lose herself beneath his massive cock and ultimately succumb to the prisoner of lust.
I imagined the look of contempt and rage in her eyes as she cast me aside with scorn and threw herself into Prince Jing's arms.
At the mere thought of such a scene, my slutty pussy grew soaking wet once more.
*Thud.*
Prince Jing kicked me out the door and said, "Remember: Fenglai Pavilion, tomorrow at noon!"
Before his words had even faded from the air, I was already darting away, leaping swiftly toward the Duke of Wu's estate.
Holding my wife's hand, we walked toward Fenglai Pavilion under the gaze of passersby.
My heart was in turmoil, for I still hadn't told my wife what was about to happen.
I knew full well that if I explained it to her, she would absolutely cooperate—submitting to Prince Jing's lewd abuse and toyings, and even joining him in tormenting me. Yet, I felt that doing it that way wouldn't be thrilling enough; it wouldn't allow me to experience the ultimate pleasure of being humiliated.
What I wanted to see was my wife feeling disappointed by my betrayal, and then genuinely wanting to toy with and humiliate me.
I didn't want mere marital sex games; I wanted the kind of scorn and abuse that came from the bottom of her heart—just like when she was ravished by Jiang Tianbiao and his men at the mountain stronghold.
Although that was what I was thinking, I knew that if I actually did it, my wife would be heartbroken—deeply, truly heartbroken.
I loved my wife from the bottom of my heart and had long since sworn never to cause her pain; the memory of her tears back at the stronghold still caused me immense anguish.
My betrayal would only make her suffer even more; even if she eventually understood my reasons, I simply couldn't bear to do it to her.
On the way there, I tried several times to tell her what was about to happen, but the words always died on my lips.
My lewd, servile nature and my love for my wife waged a constant war within me; as we drew closer to Fenglai Pavilion, my inner conflict grew more intense.
"Hubby, coming to Fenglai Pavilion in broad daylight... do you miss the days at Piaoxiang Courtyard? Do you want to try selling your body again? It's alright—we'll go together. Whatever it is, I'll be right there with you!"
My wife said this to me with a playful, charming smile.
Looking at her lovely smile, I suddenly felt utterly shameless and base.
It wasn't the lewd kind of baseness; I felt like absolute scum—willing to cause my beloved wife pain just to satisfy my own filthy desires. "Wife, I'm sorry, I... *sob*..."
I couldn't finish my sentence; my wife gently pressed her finger against my lips, silencing me.
"Husband, that's enough! You've been acting strange since this morning—I knew you were up to something naughty. If you hadn't said anything, I would have been heartbroken and miserable. But with that apology of yours, everything changes. Tell me, are you acting up again? Do you want to play the cuckold?"
My wife asked with a mischievous smirk.
I gave a slight nod, and she asked again, "Do you want to be a 'green slave'—watching me act like a slut and letting my lover humiliate you?"
I nodded gently once more. With that same wicked smile, she whispered in my ear, "I understand. Don't worry—your wife will make sure my lover humiliates you thoroughly! And as punishment for waiting this long to confess, you aren't allowed to call a halt this time. What's more, I'm going to live happily with my lover, and you'll be our servant, waiting on us hand and foot. Remember this: a slave like you has no right to say 'stop'! During this time, I'm going to toy with you just like I did back at the mountain stronghold. Do you understand?"
Seeing the slight upturn of her lips, I nodded vigorously, my heart racing with excitement at the thought of the depraved, debased life that awaited me.