I sat by the bed, gazing at Li Ying, who was half-leaning on the soft pillow. Her black hair, like ink, slid down her shoulders, covering half her face. The Queen of Spades tattoo at the corner of her eye glowed faintly in the candlelight. She had only been pregnant with Kate's twins for a few weeks, and her lower abdomen hadn't swelled yet, but I still couldn't help but reach out, gently stroking that flat skin, my fingertips softly caressing, imagining its future swollen appearance.
"Madam, who do you think this child will resemble?" I asked in a low voice, full of anticipation.
She turned her head, looked at me gently, and chuckled softly, "Fool, it's only been a few weeks, how could you tell?" Her voice was as soft as a handful of snow in winter. My heart warmed, and my palm lingered on her lower abdomen, unwilling to move.
These days, with Kate gone, Li Ying and I had a rare moment of peace, but the rumors in the martial arts world made me uneasy. According to martial arts rumors, that day at morning court, Third-rank official Li Ze stood in the hall, his face full of fury, petitioning the Emperor. He claimed his daughter was coerced and raped by a Kunlun slave, and was even extorted a hundred taels of gold. He himself, upholding righteousness above family, had drowned his daughter in a pig cage to her death. He gritted his teeth and declared, "Black Tribe people bring disaster to the country and suffering to the people, your subject requests military authority to eradicate this menace!"
Moreover, I heard that at the morning court that day, after a moment of contemplation, the Emperor actually nodded in agreement.
A month later, Kate returned. He pushed open the door, his tall figure almost obscuring half the candlelight. Beneath his black robe, authority and oppression emanated. I stood aside, watching him walk directly to the bedside. Li Ying's gaze meekly met his, carrying a few parts of submission.
She whispered, "Master, you've returned."
Kate ignored me, merely giving a cold laugh. He threw down a bundle of coarse hemp rope, the knot making a dull thud on the wooden floor. He leaned down and grabbed Li Ying's wrist, pulling her up. His tone was deep: "Little slut, have you been secretly having affairs with other men behind my back?"
Li Ying's body trembled. With lowered eyes, she softly said, "This slave has the Master's seed in her body, and is wearing a chastity lock. How could she betray Master?"
I stood in the corner, my heart pounding faster, knowing what was about to happen, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Kate skillfully wrapped the hemp rope around Li Ying's wrists, tightening it ring by ring. Faint red marks quickly appeared on her snow-white skin. He pulled forcefully; she was lifted into the air, her feet off the ground, her slender body swaying slightly in the air. She bit her lip, forcing herself not to make a sound, but her weak gaze betrayed her helplessness. Kate stood behind her, his large palm slid over her slender waist, unlocking the chastity lock. The sound of metal hitting the floor was harsh and cold. He chuckled lowly, leaned close to her ear and said, "That's good, my little slut. You know, I don't like lowly semen entering this Flower Palace that belongs solely to the Black Tribe... Oh... right, I forgot your cuckold husband's semen can't enter your Flower Palace anymore, hahahaha..."
As he spoke, his hand reached for her chest, undoing the breast lock. The thin gauze slid down, revealing the snow-white breasts beneath the Queen of Spades tattoo. Kate untied his long robe, revealing a terrifyingly thick giant penis, a full forty centimeters long, hard as iron. My throat went dry. I watched helplessly as he spread Li Ying's suspended legs and mercilessly thrust in. She trembled violently, emitting a suppressed moan, her voice mixed with pain and pleasure.
"Master..." she called softly, her tone weak as if begging for mercy, but her body involuntarily swayed to his rhythm.
That giant penis moved in and out of her body, stretching her slender waist almost to breaking point. Her plump buttocks trembled slightly in the air with each impact.
Kate's movements became more intense. Each deep thrust made Li Ying's body tense. Her breathing grew rapid, and intermittent moans spilled from her lips. The hemp rope dug deeper into her wrists, making the red marks even darker, yet she seemed immersed in this control, her eyes hazy.
Kate let out a low growl, leaned down and commanded in her ear, "The night after tomorrow, you will go kill someone. I will give you the location then. This is the Black Emperor's test for you, don't disappoint me."
His hand harshly squeezed her breast. His fingertips traced the Queen of Spades tattoo. Li Ying trembled violently. Her lower abdomen convulsed, and wetness streamed down her thighs. She hung in the air, her body tensed to the extreme, as if on the verge of collapse, yet also hovering at the edge of orgasm. At that moment, the air in the room became still, the candlelight flickered. I watched her being trained until she was almost dazed, my heart pounding like a war drum.
I stood in the corner, still panting, unable to calm my breath, yet my gaze couldn't leave Li Ying. She hung in the hemp rope, her snow-white skin covered in red marks, her plump buttocks trembling slightly, the wetness between her legs not yet dry. She hung her head low, black hair covering half her face, the Queen of Spades tattoo at the corner of her eye glowing with a lewd luster in the candlelight. Kate had already put on his long robe, gave a cold snort, and turned to leave the room, leaving me alone with her. I walked forward, trembling as I untied the ropes. She softly fell into my embrace, her warm breath misting my neck.
She lifted her eyes, looked at me weakly, and whispered, "Husband... you must tell the Emperor about this."
I froze, my heart racing. I whispered, "Madam, are you saying..."
She nodded lightly, her finger traced my palm, her voice thin as a mosquito's hum: ""This is the Black Emperor's test, and also my pledge of allegiance. I must go.""
That night, I took up my brush and dipped it in ink, writing a secret letter. The candlelight flickered, casting my hand's shadow swaying. I wrote: "Your subject's wife, Li Ying, has been instructed by Black Tribe Priest Kate to assassinate someone, suspected to be a high-ranking court official. Your subject requests your imperial decision."
The next day, the reply to the secret letter arrived.
An imperial decree came from the palace. The Emperor's tone was stern: "Wu Tao, command your wife to continue with the plan. The one to be killed is Li Ze. Only by doing so can you gain the Black Emperor's trust and ascertain their true intentions."
Li Ze was merely put forth by the Emperor on purpose. His secret agents had already thoroughly investigated Li Ze, turning him inside out. This man's crime of accumulating wealth had long earned him the death penalty. It was just right to use him as bait.
At this moment, holding the imperial decree, my palms were sweating. Li Ze, that hard-nosed man who had angrily denounced the Black Tribe, had actually become a thorn in the Black Emperor's side. I knew that if this succeeded, the Black Tribe would surely trust Li Ying, because this was Li Ying's 'name-casting deed,' and also her leverage.
As night fell, Kate pushed open the door and entered again.
He tossed down a red gauze dress, thin as a cicada's wing, and said coldly, "The night after tomorrow, there's a boat by the river outside the city. Li Ze will be there. Go kill him."
Li Ying knelt there submissively, whispering, "Master, your slave obeys."
Kate sneered, lifting her chin with a finger, leaning down to kiss her lips, brutally and dominantly...
The night after, I escorted Li Ying to the riverbank outside the city. A cold wind blew, and she, wearing that red gauze dress, her snow-white skin appearing and disappearing under the moonlight.
I whispered, "Madam, be careful."
She turned and smiled at me, her tenderness mixed with determination, then turned and walked towards the riverbank.
The large boat was brightly lit, filled with laughter and noise. Li Ze, surrounded by a group of dancers, was charmingly drunk.
The large boat by the river was brightly lit. After escorting Li Ying to the boat, I hid in the shadows.
She stepped onto the deck barefoot, her black gauze dress swaying with the wind, and her golden bells jingled, drawing sidelong glances from everyone on the boat. She blended into the dance group, her waist swaying like a snake, her snow-white legs appearing and disappearing beneath the gauze dress, her bosom rising and falling with the rhythm.
Li Ze sat charmingly drunk in the main seat, his eyes almost glued to her. He let out a coarse breath, and with a sudden pull of his large hand, dragged her from the dance group into his embrace, growling, "Little demoness, is this slutty look specifically to bewitch me? These cheap merchants, they even found such a peerless beauty, hahaha!"
Li Ying, taking advantage of the momentum, tumbled onto his lap, and softly said, "If Master likes, this slave woman is yours tonight."
Her voice was so alluring it could drip water. Her eyes, through the veil, were soul-snatching and captivating.
Li Ze's large hand roamed wildly around her waist. Through the thin gauze, he kneaded her full buttocks, grinning and saying, "You little slut, your waist is so slender I could snap it with one hand. Is down there just as enticing?"
Li Ying chuckled sweetly, her slender hand sliding over his chest, her fingertips lightly tracing his Adam's apple. She whispered, "Master, this slave woman's 'down there' is wet enough to drown someone. Would you like to try?"
She deliberately leaned close to his ear, her breath like orchids. "This slave woman likes a rough Master best. The harder you thrust, the more wanton this slave woman will scream."
Li Ze was so provoked by her words that his blood surged, and his breathing grew heavy. He growled, "Tonight, I'll fuck you until you can't get out of bed!" With a wave of his large hand, he roared, "All of you, get out!"
The dancers retreated one after another, leaving only him and Li Ying in the cabin.
Li Ze impatiently pressed Li Ying onto the soft couch. Her black gauze dress was violently torn open by him, golden bells scattering across the floor, their tinkling mixing with her soft gasps. She lay on her back beneath him, her snow-white skin gleaming with an alluring luster, her bosom rising to meet his greedy gaze. He let out a low roar, forcefully spread her legs, and thrust in without hesitation.
Li Ying's body trembled, and she let out a moan that was alluring to the bone. Her slender hands hooked around his neck, her slender waist twisting to accommodate. She whispered, "Master is so fierce, this slave woman is going to be shattered by you..."
Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her full buttocks rippled under his thrusts. Her fingertips dug red marks into his back.
Li Ze was aroused to the point of ecstasy by her movements. Sweat dripped onto her body, and he gasped, "Little slut, you really fucking know how to clench!"
Li Ying's eyes gradually deepened. Taking advantage of Li Ze being immersed in pleasure, she secretly activated "Black Emperor's Tribute"—"Turbid Essence Surging." Her fingers lightly tapped his back, and true qi seeped into his body like silk.
Li Ze suddenly shivered, a fervent look in his eyes. He growled, "I'm going to cum, it's so damn good!"
Li Ying chuckled sweetly, wrapping her legs even tighter. The true qi within her body suddenly erupted, causing him to spurt uncontrollably.
She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Master, cum, cum your life away to your slave woman..."
Li Ze's body trembled violently, ejaculating repeatedly. His complexion turned from red to pale, his breathing weakened, and finally, he slumped onto her body, dying from sexual exhaustion.
Li Ying calmly got up, her black gauze dress hanging halfway around her waist. Her golden bells chimed softly, and the corners of her lips curved slightly upward.
At this moment, the cabin door burst open. Kate stepped in, his tall figure like a mountain pressing down.
He casually threw an unconscious black-adoring bitch onto the floor. The woman was covered in Black Spade tattoos, her clothes disheveled. Kate's voice was low, "Little bitch, well done. Put her here and make it look like she drained Li Ze to death."
Li Ying knelt obediently, whispering, "Master, your slave obeys."
She dragged the woman next to Li Ze, tore open her clothes, and arranged her in a lewd posture, golden bells scattered on the floor, mixing with the scent of blood and debauchery.
She turned to Kate, and softly asked, "Is this good?"
Kate snorted coldly, leaned down and pinched her face, "Very good, my obedient slave."
The next day, I was grading the imperial princes' lessons in the manor, when the clamor of the marketplace drifted in from outside the window. Word spread throughout the streets and alleys that Li Ze had died on a boat by the river last night, rumored to have been drained of his essence by a whore, his corpse withered like a dead tree, his face hideous.
Although I was a second-rank minister, I did not attend court, only responsible for teaching the imperial princes. Yet, this news still shocked me. The Emperor was enraged and ordered a thorough investigation, while rumors ran rampant in the marketplace. Some said it was ghosts at work, some said Li Ze's debauchery brought it upon himself, and some used the opportunity to claim the Emperor's governance was too poor, provoking a warning from a great figure in the underworld.
The hand holding the vermilion brush trembled slightly. Li Ying's lewd figure from last night appeared in my mind, and a faint unease stirred in my heart. After teaching, I returned home, to the inner courtyard, where Li Ying was leaning on the couch, her black gauze dress hanging loosely on her body, revealing her snow-white shoulders and the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo on her chest.
Seeing me enter, she softly said, "Husband, it is done."
Before I could reply, Kate walked out from behind the screen, his tall figure pressing down like a mountain.
He sneered, leaned down and pinched Li Ying's chin, and whispered, "Good slave, you did beautifully. The Black Emperor is very pleased. Tonight, I'll take you to meet him."
I froze. Li Ying looked up at Kate, her eyes holding weakness and expectation, whispering, "Master, your slave thanks you for your grace."
Kate glanced at me, snorting coldly, "You come too. See how obedient your madam is."
My throat was dry, and I nodded in agreement. The twisted excitement in my heart surged up again.
As night fell, Kate led us out of the manor, heading straight for a brothel in the city. The place was outwardly noisy, the scent of powder wafting strongly. But Kate led us through the back courtyard, pushed open a hidden door, revealing a deep stone staircase. A Kunlun slave guarded the entrance, his body robust as an iron tower, his gaze sharp.
He growled, "Who goes there?"
Kate took out a black iron token, engraved with a Black Spade ♠Q pattern. The Kunlun slave glanced at it and let us pass. We followed him through winding paths, passed through a damp tunnel, and surprisingly entered deep into the Imperial Palace from beneath the brothel. The stone walls gradually widened, and a magnificent, gilded underground palace appeared before our eyes, its dome adorned with luminous pearls, shining dazzlingly.
As soon as I stepped into the underground palace, I was stunned by the sight before me. The air was filled with the scent of musk and sweat, mixed with women's moans and men's growls. At least thirty pairs of men and women were coupling under the golden light, so lewd it was suffocating. My gaze involuntarily swept over them. Those women were clearly from wealthy families, their clothes luxurious but tattered. Without exception, they all bore Black Spade ♠Q tattoos, and each had given birth to offspring for the Black Tribe.
Near the entrance, a woman in her thirties was suspended from a golden pillar, her legs spread wide. Her oval face showed a hint of weariness, yet her eyes and brows were still full of alluring charm. Her breasts were full like melons, jiggling precariously, her nipples hard like two dark red cherries, sweat trickling down the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo on her chest. The Kunlun slave beneath her was bare-chested, his penis thick as a child's arm, frighteningly black and shiny, thrusting brutally into her. She was thrust into such a frenzy that her body trembled, her brocade robe slipped, revealing a back full of kiss marks, and she screamed wantonly, "Ah... so deep... your slave woman is going to be pierced through!"
The Kunlun slave grinned, grabbed her waist, and growled, "Slut, clench tighter, I haven't had enough pleasure yet!"
Her eyes were hazy, and drool dripped from the corners of her mouth, clearly having been fucked into a dazed state.
Not far away, a woman in her early twenties knelt on the ground, her buttocks high and perky like a peach, her oval face showing a hint of youthfulness, her skin dazzlingly white. Her breasts were not large but firm and perky, her areolas pink and tender, having been squeezed bright red by the Kunlun slave behind her. The Kunlun slave stood behind her, fucking her, his penis long and curved, veins bulging, each thrust reaching deep inside, bringing out a wet, sloshing sound.
She braced herself with both hands on the ground, her nails digging into the floor tiles, screaming, "It's too thick... your slave woman can't take it... spare me!" Yet her buttocks involuntarily pushed back to accommodate him. The Kunlun slave patted her buttocks, chuckling, "Little bitch, you beg for mercy with your mouth, but down there you bite so tight!"
Her face flushed crimson, her eyes brimmed with tears, and her expression showed a hint of enjoyment amidst the pain.
Further inside, a plump woman, thirty-five or thirty-six years old, lay on her side on a soft couch. Her round face carried a mature charm, her breasts large as melons, hanging heavily on her chest, her nipples bitten red and swollen. She wore a semi-transparent gauze dress, one leg hoisted onto the Kunlun slave's shoulder. The Kunlun slave half-squatted, his penis thick and straight, its tip glistening wetly, thrusting repeatedly into her.
She panted heavily, her full buttocks jiggling with the rhythm. She moaned wantonly, "Good brother... faster... your slave woman is dying!"
The Kunlun slave growled, accelerating, sweat dripping onto her chest. He whispered, "Cheap slut, am I fucking you good or not?"
Her alluring eyes like silk, she reached out to touch her own breasts. She moaned, "Good... so good I'm flying..."
A satisfied smile hung at the corners of her mouth, her legs clenched tight, already sinking into the sea of lust.
Looking around, there were many more women in the underground palace. Some held penises in their mouths, white semen overflowing from the corners. Some were pressed against walls, their breasts flattened, moaning wantonly repeatedly. Some rode on Kunlun slaves, twisting wildly.
.........
Their Black Spade ♠Q tattoos gleamed under the golden light. Some were engraved at the base of their thighs, some branded on their buttocks, some tattooed on their lower abdomen. Each one displayed their alluring charm to the fullest, their clothes tattered yet revealing their former luxury.
I stood there, my legs somewhat weak. My ears were filled with lewd sounds of "Ah... so thick..." and "Your slave woman is being thrust to death...", and my heart pounded so fast it almost exploded.
The air was permeated with a strong musk scent, mixed with the sweet stickiness of sweat and powder. Women's moans and men's growls rose and fell, beating against my eardrums like a tide. Li Ying was right next to me, her black gauze dress hanging loosely on her body, revealing her snow-white shoulders and the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo on her chest, which glowed faintly under the light. Her breathing was shallow, yet carried a hint of trembling, clearly also stunned by the scene.
Kate walked ahead of us, his tall figure like a moving mountain. He glanced back at us, saying proudly, "Don't just stand there. This is just the tip of my Black Tribe's iceberg. This place is a paradise for cuckold fetishists and black-adoring sluts. There are more surprises inside."
We continued to follow him deeper inside. At a certain point, Kate stopped. He pointed at several women coupling in the underground palace, and quietly explained their backgrounds to us. Every sentence was like a heavy hammer hitting my heart.
He first pointed to an oval-faced woman in her early thirties. She was suspended from a golden pillar, her legs spread wide, her breasts full like melons, trembling up and down with the Kunlun slave's violent thrusts, sweat trickling down the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo on her chest, dripping onto the pillar. She screamed repeatedly, her voice hoarse yet alluring enough to drip water, "Ah... too deep... your slave woman is going to be pierced through..."
The Kunlun slave grinned, his penis thick as a child's arm, black and gleaming. He growled, "Slut, clench tighter, I haven't had enough pleasure yet!"
Her brocade robe had long slipped off, revealing a back full of kiss marks. Her eyes were hazy, and drool dripped from the corners of her mouth.
Kate said coldly, "She is the daughter of a salt merchant from Jiangnan. After marrying into a wealthy family, she became obsessed with the Black Tribe. Her husband's family lost all their wealth, and now she's left with only this slutty appearance, having offered five thousand taels of silver to the Black Tribe."
My heart jolted, and my gaze involuntarily shifted to an oval-faced woman in her twenties not far away. She knelt on the ground, her buttocks high and perky like a peach, her breasts firm and perky but squeezed bright red by the Kunlun slave behind her. His penis was long and curved, veins bulging, each thrust reaching deep inside, bringing out a wet, sloshing sound.
She cried out, "It's too thick... your slave woman can't take it..."
Yet her buttocks still pushed back to accommodate him. The Kunlun slave patted her red and swollen buttocks, chuckling, "Little bitch, you beg for mercy with your mouth, but down there you bite so tight!"
Kate said, "She is the sister of a wealthy merchant from Chang'an. She gave half of her family's fortune, three thousand taels of silver, to the Black Tribe."
What stunned me most was an eighteen-year-old pure and innocent girl. With willow-leaf eyebrows and almond eyes, her skin was tender and white like a freshly peeled lychee, her breasts not large but round and jade-like. She knelt on a soft cushion, surrounded by three Kunlun slaves. One stood in front of her, his penis thick as a pestle, jammed rigidly into her mouth, filling her small mouth completely. She whimpered in her throat, and drool dripped down her chin. Another was behind her, his penis black and gleaming, each thrust brutally entering her. She was thrust forward, screaming, "Ah... too much... your slave woman is dying..." The third half-squatted beside her, his large hand kneading her tender breasts, his penis rubbing against her thighs, growling, "Little slut, you moan so wantonly, and I haven't even gone in yet!"
Her eyes were teary, her cheeks flushed, her gaze unfocused. The Black Spade ♠Q tattoo on her lower abdomen gleamed, and red marks appeared on her tender skin.
Kate snorted, "She is the daughter of a gentry from Longxi. She offered over ten thousand taels of silver; her family was almost emptied out by her."
He turned to Li Ying, his tone flat, "The little money you earned as a Holy Prostitute in Meixiang Brothel was just enough for you to be promoted to Black Spade Fourth Concubine. In the Black Tribe's eyes, there's no difference; it's just a necessary baptism."
Li Ying lowered her head, softly saying, "Your slave understands."
Kate didn't give us much time to breathe, pulling us deeper into the underground palace. Passing through a golden curtain, the view suddenly opened up. This was actually a matchmaking venue. The lighting was soft, golden tables were laden with wine cups, and men and women moved back and forth. I looked closely: those women were all dressed in golden silk and satin, as luxurious as imperial consorts, the air filled with the scent of powder and musk. But their lower abdomens were slightly swollen, and each was accompanied by a Kunlun slave, their skin dark, their penises semi-erect and dangling, exuding an oppressive presence.
A woman in her twenties, with willow-leaf eyebrows and almond eyes, her breasts so full they stretched her gauze dress. She was leaning against a rich young master. Wetness still flowed between her legs, clearly having just been fucked by a Kunlun slave. The young master's face was full of flattery, his fingers caressing her waist, whispering, "My dear wife, your body is so fragrant. I've signed the cuckold agreement. How about you and this Black Brother do it a few more times tonight?"
She chuckled sweetly, turned her head and kissed the Kunlun slave, and whispered, "He fucked me good, and you enjoy watching, how wonderful."
Not far away, a plump woman around thirty, with a round, fleshy face and heavy, dangling breasts. She was signing a contract with another brocade-clad young master. The Kunlun slave next to her held her, his fingers fiddling between her legs. She screamed wantonly, "Ah... sign quickly, this old woman is going to be fucked to death..."
The young master's face was full of flattery, repeating, "Good wife, as long as you like it."
There was also a pair who had just caught each other's eye: an oval-faced woman of twenty-five or twenty-six, full of charm, her breasts firm and perky. She knelt on the ground, serving the Kunlun slave alongside the young master. She licked the thick black cock, making smacking sounds, while the young master buried himself between her legs, sucking. Their three breaths intertwined, a scene of unbearable debauchery.
Kate stood aside, sneering, and said to us, "Cuckold fetish isn't rare. Just like you two, 'wash' your brains a bit, and this game can be played to the end."
My heart rate quickened. Li Ying's hand, gripping mine, trembled slightly. But in her eyes, a complex glint shone. My mind was filled with the image of her wantonly moaning from being fucked last night, and that hot current burned even stronger in my lower abdomen, almost exploding. The scent of powder in the underground palace was so strong it was choking, and the golden light reflected the women's Black Spade ♠Q tattoos, each shining like a brand.
I watched a plump woman being pressed onto a golden table by a Kunlun slave, her breasts flattened. She moaned wantonly, "Husband, see how hard he is? How about we play together tonight?"
The young master nodded like a pounding garlic, his face intoxicated, "My wife speaks truly. This scent is truly captivating."
Another delicate woman, in her early twenties, with a clear, oval face. She knelt before the Kunlun slave, her breasts kneaded until they overflowed her gauze dress. She lowered her head and took the penis into her mouth, a muffled moan escaping her throat. The scholarly-looking young master beside her licked between her legs, while laughing, "Wonderful, truly wonderful. My wife serves well."
Kate watched with cold eyes, whispering, "See? This is the Black Tribe's method. Even sons of wealthy families become slaves. Don't be ashamed. Once my Black Tribe takes the Imperial Palace, you can boldly display your hobbies to the world."
My throat was dry, and my palms were completely sweaty. Li Ying lowered her head without speaking, but her fingertips lightly traced my palm, as if comforting, yet also as if teasing.
"Alright, we've seen enough. Let's keep going."
Under Kate's lead, the underground palace's passage went deeper and deeper. The air grew hotter and more humid, the luminous pearls on the walls dimmed, replaced by leaping crimson flames that made the surroundings seem like a furnace. I followed behind Kate, Li Ying's hand tightly clutching the corner of my robe. Her body beneath the gauze dress trembled slightly, and the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo on her chest flickered under the firelight, as if throbbing. Suddenly, a silvery, bell-like laughter drifted from ahead, low yet alluring enough to snatch souls. My heart clenched, and I followed the sound, seeing two familiar figures slowly emerge from a side hall. On the left was Crown Princess Su Mei, the Black Spade Saintess of the Black Seduction Cult, whose status surpassed that of a Queen of Spades. She wore a golden-red gauze robe, her waist like a willow, her breasts so full they almost burst through the thin gauze, her buttocks curved enchantingly. As she walked, the hem of her gauze dress swayed open, revealing her slender calves and a delicate golden chain on her ankle. Her Black Spade ♠Q tattoo was carved between her collarbones, glowing faintly. Her eyes and brows were naturally alluring, and a faint, knowing smile hung at the corner of her lips. On the right was Princess Xiangcheng, Li Lanxin, her oval face refined and otherworldly. She wore a water-green gauze dress that enveloped her slender yet plump figure, her breasts firm and jade-like, her waist so narrow it could be spanned by a hand. The Black Spade ♠Q tattoo between her legs appeared and disappeared, and her eyes, soft and seductive, held a hint of playfulness.
The two approached, one on each side, intimately linking arms with Li Ying. Su Mei chuckled softly, "Good sister, the Black Emperor has had us waiting here for you for a long time."
Li Lanxin covered her mouth with a light laugh, playfully scolding, "Look at your belly, it's already showing. Little sister really knows how to please Black Daddy."
Li Ying lowered her head and smiled shyly, gently stroking her lower abdomen, softly saying, "Sisters, don't tease me."
Su Mei reached out and lightly pinched her cheek, her alluring eyes like silk, "This Black Spade tattoo is truly beautiful. Little sister has accomplished a great deed, and is now a treasure in the Black Emperor's eyes. Even I'm jealous."
Li Lanxin, on the other hand, leaned close to me, her breath like orchids, "Master Wu is truly enlightened. To be able to marry a beauty like little sister, it must be a blessing cultivated in a past life, right?"
My throat was dry, and I gave two forced laughs, but my heart pounded like a war drum. My mind was filled with the vaguely visible sensual scene of the three women laughing and frolicking.
The three walked hand-in-hand, their laughter and playful shouts incessant. Su Mei pointed at Li Ying's lower abdomen, teasing, "Sister, your body is as plump and juicy as a honey peach."
Li Ying's pretty face flushed slightly. She playfully scolded, "Both of you sisters always make fun of me. My body... isn't it all for the Black Tribe?"
Hearing this, a hint of slyness flashed in Su Mei's eyes. She leaned close to Li Ying's ear and whispered, "Sister, don't forget, back at Meixiang Brothel, your lustful moans made even me get hard. My nipples hardened."
Li Lanxin laughed, trembling like a swaying branch, interjecting, "Yes, there was one night when five Earth-tier Black Tribe men fucked you so hard you couldn't get out of bed. I had to help you back to the manor the next day. Look at you now, doesn't Master Wu still dote on you just the same?"
I stood by, listening, a hot current surging through my chest, my legs subtly reacting. Li Ying lowered her head, silent, but the corners of her lips curved slightly upwards. Her fingers traced my palm gently, as if comforting me, yet also teasing.
Su Mei glanced at me, her smile seductive, "Master Wu, your wife is a rare treasure. To willingly let her carry a Black Tribe seed in her womb, your magnanimity, tsk tsk, truly admirable."
I gave two dry laughs, my mind filled with images of Li Ying screaming in pleasure from being fucked, my throat so dry it felt like it was smoking.
Passing through the last golden curtain, we entered a massive hall. The dome soared like the sky, embedded with scarlet gems. Under the firelight, the entire hall seemed bathed in blood. On the high platform in the center, a Black Tribe man, built like an iron tower, sat enthroned. He was clad in a black dragon robe, its corners embroidered with ferocious dragon patterns, exuding both majesty and lewdness. His skin was as dark as ink, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, his lips thick, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned with a playful smile. His burly figure seemed almost ready to burst his dragon robe, and the bulging outline between his legs was clearly visible even through the fabric, emitting an oppressive masculine aura.
Su Mei and Li Lanxin immediately stepped forward, kneeling. They prostrated themselves in a submissive posture, foreheads touching the ground, buttocks raised high, their gauze skirts slipping down to reveal snow-white flesh and Black Spade ♠Q tattoos between their legs.
Su Mei spoke softly, "Black Spade Saintess Su Mei, pays respects to the Black Emperor."
Li Lanxin followed closely, her voice clear, "Princess Xiangcheng, Li Lanxin, pays respects to the Black Emperor."
I stood rooted to the spot, my legs feeling somewhat weak, my gaze involuntarily fixed on the Black Emperor.
He let out a low chuckle, his voice deep as thunder, "Rise."
Li Ying stood beside me; this was her first time seeing the Black Emperor's true face. She froze for a moment, then slowly knelt, her movements utterly respectful. Her knees touched the ground, her buttocks slightly raised, hands supporting herself, head bowed low, like a tamed female animal. Her black gauze skirt slipped to her waist, revealing her snow-white lower abdomen and the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo on her chest, which glinted eerily in the firelight.
She whispered, "This woman, Li Ying, pays respects to the Black Emperor."
Her voice trembled slightly, yet carried a hint of submissive allure.
The Black Emperor looked down at her, smiling with satisfaction. He thought, "The top-ranked Ice Deer Fairy on the Ten Beauties Scroll, so respectful without even seeing me act. My Black Tribe truly produces exceptional talent."
He waved his large hand, signaling her to rise.
Li Ying slowly stood up, her gauze skirt half-hanging on her, revealing her slender waist and slightly bulging lower abdomen. She raised her head and met the Black Emperor's gaze. In that moment, the Black Emperor's eyes were as sharp as blades and as hot as blazing fire, piercing directly into her own. Standing beside her, I clearly saw her body tremble, her legs unconsciously clamping together, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson like blood. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress it, but a delicate moan still escaped her throat: "Hmm..."
Her legs trembled slightly, and indistinct wet marks seeped from beneath her gauze skirt, trailing down her snow-white thighs, leaving small damp spots on the ground.
Su Mei covered her mouth and chuckled, whispering, "Sister, you're so sensitive. Just one look from the Black Emperor made you release."
Li Lanxin also leaned in, teasing, "Sister, your body is truly born to serve the Black Tribe."
Li Ying lowered her head, silent, her ears flushed crimson with shame, yet a glimmer of satisfaction shone in her eyes.
The Black Emperor sat on the high platform, chuckling softly, "What a good Ice Deer Fairy. I like this slutty demeanor."
He waved his large hand, motioning her to come closer. Li Ying lowered her head and replied, "Yes," her steps trembling as she approached. With each sway of her hips, her gauze skirt completely slid off, revealing her gracefully curved body.
I stood there, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would explode, feeling both shame and excitement, my crotch aching from its hardness.
The Black Emperor's gaze swept over me, carrying a hint of mockery, "Wu Tao, your wife is quite good. Sending her to the Black Tribe was a wise move indeed."
I gave two dry laughs, lowering my head, not daring to meet his gaze, a twisted pleasure surging in my heart.
"Ying-ning~"
Only after a faint moan sounded did I realize that dozens of Kunlun slaves stood on both sides of the hall, all naked, their penises thick as pestles, hanging semi-erect. Their skin was oily black and shiny, radiating a bestial masculine aura.
Because the Black Emperor was so captivating, and the light was dim, I hadn't looked to the sides until then.
Now, the Black Tribe men on both sides stared at Li Ying, Su Mei, and Li Lanxin with burning gazes, occasionally emitting low growls from their throats, like a pack of predatory beasts waiting for their moment.
Below the high platform, several Black Spade Maidservants also emerged at the opportune moment, kneeling to serve the Black Tribe. Each of them wore thin gauze, their breasts full, their buttocks high and perky.
They either licked the Black Tribe men's penises or were pressed to the ground and fiercely fucked, their lustful moans rising and falling.
A melon-seed faced maidservant was held in a Black Tribe man's embrace, her legs wrapped around his waist. His penis moved in and out of her, leaving a wet sheen, and she shrieked, "Ah... too thick... this slave is going to die..."
The Black Tribe man roared, accelerating, his palm slapping her buttocks, the smacking sounds echoing through the hall.
Another delicate maidservant knelt on the ground, her mouth wrapped around a penis, emitting muffled whimpers from her throat, saliva dripping down her chin. The Black Tribe man behind her thrust fiercely into her, pushing her body forward, her breasts swaying like ripples on water.
Indeed... in the Black Emperor's domain, such a place of extreme debauchery, how could it have been so quiet just now? These lewd scenes seemed to disturb Li Ying's state of mind; her eyes were no longer calm, making it difficult for her to think rationally, keeping the Black Emperor in a position of advantage in this game.
The Black Emperor sat on the high platform, watching all of this with cold eyes, a smug smile hanging on his lips.
The hem of his dragon robe was slightly lifted, revealing his thick thighs and the bulging outline between his legs. Clearly, he too was aroused by this lewd spectacle.
I stood beside Li Ying, my nostrils filled with the intense scent, my heart pounding so fast it felt like it would explode, my palms covered in sweat.
The Black Emperor sat enthroned on his gilded, dragon-carved seat, his vast black robe spread out like an ink cloud, its edges faintly glowing crimson.
His deep voice reverberated through the hall with undeniable majesty: "Li Ying, your merits now suffice to rank you among the Black Spade Fourth Concubines. When you assassinated Li Ze and drained his Yang essence with my Black Tribe's Black Emperor's Tribute, you proved your loyalty and decisiveness. Now, you carry Black Tribe blood in your womb. As long as you bear this child, you may be promoted to Queen of Spades."
Li Ying stood in the center of the grand hall, clad in a black gauze skirt as thin as cicada wings. Its hem swayed gently with the breeze, vaguely outlining her slender figure. Her face held a complex expression, a blend of yearning for the Black Emperor's promise and a hidden worry about her unknown fate. She slowly bowed her head, her hands clasped before her chest, her voice soft yet firm: "Thank you for the Black Emperor's great favor. Li Ying is eternally grateful. To attain such an honor in this life is entirely due to the Black Emperor's cultivation."
Her tone was filled with piety, as if the Black Emperor's words were the most precious decree of her life.
The Black Emperor nodded, then his gaze suddenly shifted, and his tone became colder: "However, Li Ying, the child in your womb still requires more life essence to truly mature into a Black Tribe bloodline. For this, I command you to continue serving as a Holy Prostitute, to receive guests at Meixiang Brothel to absorb more essence. What is your intention?"
With that, the Black Emperor paused, seemingly probing Li Ying's reaction.
Li Ying was slightly startled upon hearing this. She lowered her eyelids, her long lashes casting a shadow in the candlelight, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes. She gently bit her lower lip, then after a moment, softly said, "The Black Emperor's command, Li Ying will naturally obey. It's just..." Her words stopped, as if she wanted to say more but held back.
Seeing this, the Black Emperor laughed heartily, his voice resonating like a great bell, shaking people's hearts: "I know what's on your mind, Li Ying. You've long been addicted to the Black Tribe's semen, that intensely fiery taste has already branded itself deep into your soul. While Meixiang Brothel is good, how can it compare to the military camp at the Black Tribe Headquarters? The Kunlun slaves and Second Generation Kunlun slaves there, each one is strong and virile, overflowing with essence. Their bloodline power is the true life tonic. I command you to immediately go to the military camp and serve as a military prostitute, to breed stronger descendants for my Black Tribe."
Li Ying looked up, the disappointment in her eyes instantly replaced by a fervent glow. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, her curves faintly visible beneath her gauze skirt in the candlelight.
"The Black Emperor speaks truly, Li Ying is willing to go. It's just..." She hesitated, then quietly asked, "What should be done about my child?"
The Black Emperor waved his hand, his tone a mix of impatience and confidence: "No need to worry. The Black Tribe Headquarters has a nursery, specifically established for mothers bearing Black Tribe bloodlines. You may bring Wu Hei along. The wet nurses there will meticulously care for them. You only need to focus on serving the strong men in the military camp and expanding the Black Tribe's lineage."
Upon hearing this, a relieved smile bloomed on Li Ying's face. She knelt on one knee, her skirt fanning out like flowing water, and bowed her head, saying, "Li Ying thanks the Black Emperor for his grace. I will naturally do my utmost and not fail your trust."
The Black Emperor's gaze was as dark as an abyss. He waved his hand, signaling Li Ying to step back a few paces, then spoke in a deep voice: "Li Ying, this matter is of great importance. You should go back and think it over carefully. Don't regret it once you get there. This Emperor hopes you make a decision after you are mentally prepared. If you agree to reside in the Black Tribe Headquarters, you will only be allowed your husband's visit once every six months. Unless you achieve heaven-shattering merit, your husband will not be allowed to visit early, nor will you be permitted to leave. You will spend your days in the camp, tending to my Black Tribe's strong men, becoming a semen bitch of the Black Tribe, serving our strong men."
His voice was deep and cold, as if every word carried invisible shackles, locking Li Ying's future within that primal military camp.
Li Ying stood motionless, her slender fingers unconsciously clutching the edge of her gauze skirt. She hung her head, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, concealing the struggle in her eyes. She truly liked me, the man silently waiting outside the hall. She remembered the tenderness in my eyes whenever I looked at her, and how I shielded her from wind and rain. If she were unable to see me for a long time, her heart would ache as if being torn apart, and even breathing would become difficult.
She bit her lower lip, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz: "Black Emperor... I..."
She wanted to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back, leaving only a turmoil of conflicted emotions churning within her chest.
The Black Emperor narrowed his eyes, discerning her hesitation. He let out a cold snort and turned to wave towards the back of the hall: "Come out."
As soon as his voice fell, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows. It was a woman, only twenty years old, yet breathtakingly beautiful. She wore a semi-transparent black gauze gown, its hem trailing on the ground, revealing her fair, jade-like feet. Her face was as pure as a maiden's, yet her eyes and brows held a hint of lewd charm, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, her lips blood-red and moist, a captivating smile that hinted at endless seduction. Above her left breast, a Black Spade tattoo was etched, its petals flamboyant and enchanting, making her skin appear even whiter and smoother. As she walked, her waist swayed gently, her buttocks vaguely visible, as if every step was designed to charm souls.
The Black Emperor pointed at her, calmly saying, "This woman was promoted to Queen of Spades a year ago. Let her tell her own story."
The woman chuckled softly, her voice clear as a silver bell, yet also with a somewhat hoarse sensuality: "I was originally the concubine of Wan Zhongshu, a minister in the court, named Willow Oriole. When I first entered the Black Tribe Headquarters, I also felt strange and afraid, but in just a few months, I succumbed to it and no longer wished to leave. Now, I am a noble pregnant slave and sex slave of the Black Tribe, serving pleasure day and night, willingly."
As she spoke the last words, a glint of fanaticism flashed in her eyes, and the smile on her lips became even more seductive.
The Black Emperor nodded, his tone abruptly turning cold: "Take off your clothes."
Willow Oriole did not hesitate. With a graceful pull of her slender hand, the black gauze gown slid down like flowing water, revealing her naked body. Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, her twin peaks stood firm and full, her waist so slender it could not be spanned by a hand, and her legs were long and firm. She stood barefoot on the cold stone floor, yet showed no shyness, instead holding her head high and chest out, her gaze boldly sweeping over the other women in the hall. Her demeanor was a contradiction yet harmoniously interwoven: like a pure virgin, yet also a weathered slut.
The Black Emperor raised a hand, motioning her closer: "Show them."
Willow Oriole chuckled lightly, slowly walking towards Li Ying and the other women in the hall. Then she squatted down, parting her legs without a hint of coyness. Her vulva was exposed to everyone's eyes; the black, dense pubic hair emitted a musky, fishy scent, yet also carried a strange allure. The vaginal opening was slightly parted, wet and rosy, yet its shape was surprisingly normal, not deformed by prolonged use. In the candlelight, that intimate area shimmered faintly, as if narrating her pleasure after her degradation.
Seeing the various expressions on the women's faces, the Black Emperor said coldly, "Sit up."
Willow Oriole rose, swaying her hips as she walked to the Black Emperor's front, and unhesitatingly straddled his thigh, her legs spread wide. Her lower body pressed against the Black Emperor's crotch. Even though the Black Emperor's enormous organ was hidden beneath his thick robe, she could still feel an astonishing heat and bulge. Though the penis remained unseen, it already instilled awe—as if its thick and ferocious outline, a size sufficient to make any woman both fear and desire it, could be discerned through the fabric.
At that very moment, Willow Oriole's body suddenly trembled, and transparent liquid began to squirt from her lower body, drizzling onto the Black Emperor's robe.
Her vagina convulsed violently, accompanied by low moans, and her waist twisted uncontrollably.
Immediately following, a startling scene occurred—she climaxed repeatedly, and her cervix actually prolapsed in spasms, like a greedy little mouth, directly pressing against the bulging area in the Black Emperor's crotch, as if to suck through the fabric. Her face was utterly intoxicated, tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, yet a satisfied smile lingered on her lips.
The Black Emperor let out a low chuckle, his voice tinged with pride: "See, this is the charm of my Black Tribe's penis. Any woman who tastes it once will never leave, forgetting home and duty, willing to sink."
He gently patted Willow Oriole's buttocks. She let out a coquettish gasp, but remained limp in his embrace, immersed in the afterglow.
Li Ying stood aside, witnessing all of this, her body involuntarily trembling. She felt a rush of heat in her lower abdomen, her legs grew weak, and she unconsciously reached orgasm. A damp patch was vaguely visible beneath her gauze skirt. She gritted her teeth, but could not conceal the confusion in her eyes. Princess Xiangcheng, too, was breathing rapidly, her hands clenched into fists, her fingernails almost digging into her palms. She let out a low hum, her body swaying slightly, clearly unable to withstand the impact of this lewd scene. Su Mei's eyes shone brightly, sparks flying, her thighs clamped tightly, and stifled whimpers escaped her throat.
The air in the hall grew heavier, mixed with the scent of sweat, lustful fluids, and burning candle wax. The Black Emperor's gaze swept over the women, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if enjoying the carnival he orchestrated. He stood up, and Willow Oriole slid softly to the ground, still panting incessantly.
The Black Emperor said coldly, "Li Ying, have you thought it through? If you enter the main camp, this is what it will be like. If you don't want to, I won't force you."
Li Ying panted, her eyes dazed. She looked at Willow Oriole on the ground, then remembered the Black Emperor's unseen giant penis between his legs, her heart battling between heaven and man. She liked me, but this primal temptation was like a poison eroding her rationality. She murmured weakly, "I... I'll think about it..." Her voice was faint, but full of struggle.
The Black Emperor sat enthroned, his black robe shrouding him like a night curtain, a subtle, indiscernible cold glint flashing in his eyes. He slowly spoke, his voice deep yet carrying an undeniable authority: "This matter is not insignificant, and I can understand. What I showed you just now is the Black Tribe's charm, but the pain of your separation is something you two must resolve yourselves. So, you two go back and deliberate. When you have decided, Li Ying, you are to come here alone on the evening of the same day next month, and you will enter the Black Tribe Headquarters with the next group of Queen of Spadess to receive the baptism of fate."
He waved his hand, signaling us to retreat, his gaze, however, remained fixed on Li Ying, as if weighing the depth of her soul. Finally, he added, "You are the first woman to enter my Black Tribe as a Black Spade Fourth Concubine. I hope you consider it carefully!"
We nodded, then turned to leave, when Kate emerged from the side of the hall. A playful, cynical smile was on his face. He paused, looked at me, then turned to Li Ying, saying lazily, "The cuckold agreement is temporarily suspended. However, my remaining days as your husband will not be voided. When the Black Emperor is done playing with you, I will naturally return to take over. This time, I won't go back with you."
His voice was light and teasing, yet carried a strange possessiveness. He patted my shoulder, then turned and disappeared into the shadows of the hall.
Princess Xiangcheng stood beside us, dressed in snow-white, her long hair loose, a hint of aloofness in her eyes. She silently approached Li Ying, reaching out and gently taking her wrist. Her fingers were long and cold; when they touched Li Ying, the latter trembled slightly but did not pull away.
Princess Xiangcheng's gaze was soft, yet concealed complex emotions. She whispered, "Let's go."
Her voice was light, yet seemed to carry a thousand pounds. The three of us walked out of the grand hall side-by-side, the heavy stone door slowly closing behind us with a low rumble, as if sealing off everything from this night into another world.
On the way back, the night was deep, moonlight like frost scattered on the stone path, reflecting our three figures. Li Ying and Princess Xiangcheng walked side-by-side, the two women sometimes whispering, sometimes playfully chasing each other. Li Ying chuckled as she pushed Princess Xiangcheng, who feigned anger and turned as if to catch her. Their gauze skirts fluttered as they chased, laughter like silver bells echoing in the night sky.
I followed behind them, my steps steady, but I remained silent. None of us mentioned the decision from tonight, as if deliberately avoiding the impending choice. A subtle oppression filled the air, like the calm before a storm.
It was late when we returned to the mansion. Pushing open the bedroom door, a strong scent assailed my nostrils—Kate's lingering presence. The bedding was thick with the musky smell of his semen, mingled with the lingering scent of sweat and leather.
I stood at the doorway, stunned for a moment, a medley of emotions in my heart. Tonight, I could finally sleep in this bed again as a husband, sharing a pillow with Li Ying and Princess Xiangcheng. Li Ying was the first to slip under the covers, her gauze dress sliding down to reveal her fair shoulders. She patted the spot beside her and softly said, "Sister, let's sleep together tonight."
Princess Xiangcheng then lay down, leaning against Li Ying, her long hair spread across the pillow like a tranquil painting. The three of us huddled together, our breaths intertwining in the dim candlelight.
I closed my eyes, the even breathing of the two women next to my ear. The scent beneath the covers was pungent and unfamiliar, yet carried a strange sense of familiarity. I said nothing, just quietly felt their body warmth. But in my mind, the Black Emperor's words, Kate's smile, and the unknown wildness and depravity of the Black Tribe Headquarters kept surfacing. That night, we did not sleep soundly, as if we were all battling our respective destinies in our dreams.
Half a month passed like flowing water. The three of us seemed to have reached some unspoken understanding; no one mentioned the cuckoldry game again, nor did anyone touch upon the Black Emperor's decree. During the day, we either traveled for pleasure or stayed idly in the manor, living peaceful and warm days. In the early morning, sunlight spilled onto the plum blossom tree in the backyard. Li Ying and Princess Xiangcheng sat side by side on a stone bench, holding teacups, chatting and laughing softly. Her gauze dress swayed gently in the wind, revealing slender ankles, where the Black Spade ♠Q silver ornament shimmered in the light. I stood in the distance, pretending to prune the branches, but in fact secretly glancing at their smiling faces, a heavy stone subtly pressing on my heart.
At night, the manor's lights flickered. The three of us sat around a low table, sharing a pot of warmed Pear Blossom White wine. Princess Xiangcheng leaned languidly against the soft couch, a hint of weariness in her eyes. Occasionally, she would pick up a candied fruit with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth, her lips stained with sugar, red like ripe cherries.
Li Ying sat beside me, refilling my wine glass from time to time, her fingertips lightly brushing my wrist, bringing a wave of warmth. In those moments, it was as if time stood still. We were just an ordinary couple, far from the gloom of the Black Tribe and the whirlpool of desire.
Yet, whenever night fell silent, as I lay between them, I could always hear the roar of my own heartbeat, reminding me of the approaching deadline.
Until the Black Emperor's appointed final night, the moonlight was like water, bathing the manor courtyard in silver radiance. The air was filled with a faint scent of osmanthus.
Li Ying changed into a sheer, Western-style gauze dress. The crimson-gold fabric was light as nothing, clinging to her graceful figure, outlining the full curve of her chest and the suppleness of her waist. The skirt hung low, faintly revealing that she wore nothing beneath, her long, slender legs vaguely visible through the gauze, exuding a fatal allure. Princess Xiangcheng wore a moon-white long dress, its hem embroidered with delicate patterns, making her look pure and elegant, yet still retaining her charm.
The three of us sat around in the hall. On the table lay a pot of clear wine, and three celadon cups reflected the candlelight, emitting a soft glow.
Li Ying raised her cup, smiling, and said, "Tonight, let's drink a cup and not return until we're drunk."
Her voice was soft, yet carried a hint of imperceptible resolve. Princess Xiangcheng and I exchanged a glance, then quietly raised our cups. The wine tasted crisp with a slight bitterness as it entered our mouths. After a few drinks, the atmosphere warmed. Li Ying and Princess Xiangcheng exchanged smiles, then rose and took each other's hands, stepping into the center of the hall. With their sheer dresses fluttering, they began to dance together.
Their dance was dreamlike and ethereal. Li Ying's waist was as boneless as if it were water, each turn creating ripples in the golden gauze. Her jade peaks trembled beneath the sheer fabric, vaguely revealing the outline of the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo. Princess Xiangcheng was as light as a fairy, her skirt fluttering to expose her fair calves, the Black Spade ♠Q silver ornament on her ankle jingling. The two women occasionally embraced intimately, then separated to gaze at each other, their entangled eyes seeming to spark. I sat there, my nostrils heating up, and to my embarrassment, nosebleed flowed. I wiped it away with my sleeve, yet couldn't tear my eyes away.
After the dance, the two women laughed, trembling like swaying branches, and slowly approached me, their eyes filled with teasing and provocation. I sat on the soft couch, my groin already painfully hard, my pants forming an awkward little arc. Li Ying softly hummed, then leaned down to unfasten my belt. Princess Xiangcheng assisted her, and in a few quick movements, my pants were pulled down, revealing the cold chastity lock. The clasp was tightly fastened around my penis; its metal surface was etched with fine patterns, gleaming coldly. The key, however, hung on Li Ying's ankle, reflecting the light with her Black Spade ♠Q ornament.
Li Ying lifted a bare foot and gently stepped onto my penis, her toes kneading it through the chastity lock, bringing a tingling sensation of pleasure. Princess Xiangcheng, not to be outdone, also extended her jade foot. The Black Spade ♠Q silver ornament on her ankle jingled with her movements, like a lewd melody. Their soles alternately pressed and ground, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. The lock and key clinked together, making clear ping-pong sounds. I gasped, head tilted back, fine sweat beading on my forehead, my body taut as a fully drawn bow. Pleasure surged like a tide. I let out a low roar, my penis convulsing within the lock, releasing a gush of turbid fluid that streamed onto their insteps, sticky and scalding hot.
The afterglow of orgasm left my mind blank. Li Ying, however, withdrew her foot and slowly sat beside me, her gauze dress sliding down to reveal her fair thighs and slightly swollen lower abdomen. She looked down at her hands, her voice low and calm: "This past month, I've been conflicted. I want to stay here, spend every day with you, and be an ordinary wife. But my body... it feels empty, like a bottomless pit, craving the Black Tribe's nourishment every night."
Princess Xiangcheng sat on the other side, quietly holding Li Ying's hand, her eyes filled with complex emotions. She said nothing, just leaned gently on Li Ying's shoulder, as if offering silent support.
Afterwards, Princess Xiangcheng left space for my wife and me to talk. Li Ying quietly leaned into my ear and whispered, "This time, I've entrusted myself to you. Don't answer. I trust you, but I don't trust Princess Xiangcheng."
Then, my beloved wife immediately pulled away from my ear and loudly told me how powerful the Black Tribe was, how she couldn't live without them. Her voice seemed intentionally projected to be heard by Princess Xiangcheng in the distance...
The night was as dark as ink. In the manor's bedroom, candlelight flickered, casting Li Ying's face in shifting light and shadow. She leaned against the brocade couch, her golden gauze dress slipped to her waist, revealing her fair, smooth skin and slightly swollen lower abdomen. Her gaze was gentle yet held a hint of cunning, perceiving the reluctance and struggle in my eyes.
I sat beside her, my throat tight. The moment I uttered, "I agree to you going," she let out a soft chuckle, leaned close to my ear, and exhaled a fragrance like orchids: "Husband, your cuckold fetish truly can't be hidden. The Black Tribe Headquarters are full of Black Daddies, each one as mighty as a mountain. They'll surely fuck my slutty cunt into shreds."
Her words struck my chest like a heavy hammer, and my groin shamelessly hardened.
She stretched out a finger and lightly poked my chest, continuing, "Especially that Black Emperor. I hear his penis is as thick as a child's arm, and hard as an iron pillar. Fucking with it can make one's soul scatter. By then, my ruined cunt might be unwanted by anyone. Tell me, will you still be willing to take me back?"
Her voice was as seductive as honey, carrying hints of teasing and provocation. My throat was dry, my mind filled with images of her being wantonly played with by the Black Tribe. I blurted out, "Yes! I will!" My voice was hoarse, tinged with a twisted excitement.
Li Ying covered her mouth with a light laugh, her eyes shifting, seemingly pleased with my reaction. She leaned closer, her jade peaks almost pressing against my arm, the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo glowing faintly in the candlelight.
"Good husband, you truly didn't disappoint me." She whispered, her tone full of soul-stirring allure.
Li Ying picked up an exquisite sachet from beside the pillow. The silk surface was embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in water, and tiny pearls adorned its edges. She handed the sachet to me, her fingertips lightly brushing my palm, bringing a tingling sensation.
"When you miss me, just take it out and smell it."
She said softly, her voice as gentle as spring water, "Inside is the perfume I used to wear, carrying the clean scent of osmanthus and sandalwood, and... the lustful fluid from my current slutty cunt. Mixed together, it has both the purity of the past and the charm of the present."
I took the sachet, my fingertips tracing the silk's texture. I brought it to my nose and inhaled; indeed, a faint, pure osmanthus scent filled my nostrils, but it was mixed with a hint of fishy-sweet, lewd aroma that pierced straight into my heart. My heart leaped fiercely, a mix of bitterness and excitement, as if her entire being was condensed within this small sachet.
She watched my reaction and smiled: "This trip to the Black Tribe Headquarters might take two or three years. When you smell this, and imagine me being fucked by the Black Daddies until I can't get out of bed, won't you be even more excited?"
My throat tightened. I nodded, the hand holding the sachet trembling slightly. Her figure swayed in the candlelight, a contradictory beauty of purity and degradation intertwined, making me both want to embrace her and watch her sink into that endless abyss of desire.
Li Ying rose, her gauze dress completely slipping off, revealing her naked body. She stepped onto the cold floor with bare feet and slowly walked towards me. The Black Spade ♠Q silver ornament on her ankle jingled, and the chastity lock key hanging from it swayed gently with each step, glinting coldly.
She looked down at the chastity lock between my legs, a teasing smile playing on her lips: "Husband, did you think I'd give you this key when I leave? Don't even dream about it."
She lifted her jade foot and lightly kicked my chastity lock. The metal clinked sharply. I gritted my teeth, my penis hardening a bit more within the lock, bringing a sore, tingling pain.
She leaned down, bringing her face close to mine, her breath misting my ear: "I look forward to returning next time and seeing how small your penis has become from being locked. Perhaps by then, it won't even be able to get hard, and you'll just have to watch me moan wantonly as the Black Daddies fuck me."
Her tone was lighthearted, yet conveyed an absolute sense of control. My heart pounded like a war drum, and I whispered in response, "Alright... I'll wait."
She nodded in satisfaction. As she rose, she deliberately swayed her hips, her buttocks' curve fully outlined in the candlelight. My gaze followed her, my mind filled with the scenes she had described, excitement and shame intertwined, almost making me gasp for breath.
Li Ying took out a scroll of parchment from her dressing box and slowly unrolled it. The ink on the paper was thick, emanating a faint musk scent.
She handed the paper to me, her voice calm yet possessing an undeniable authority: "This is the Cuckoldry Agreement bestowed by the Black Emperor. If you agree, sign your name, and from this day forth, our relationship will be reshaped, centered around the Black Tribe."
I took the parchment, my gaze sweeping over the terms. Every word branded itself onto my heart like a hot iron. The agreement's content was as follows: Cuckoldry Agreement Parties: Li Ying, Wu Tao Witness: Black Emperor I. Li Ying's Ownership and Obligations From this point forth, Li Ying is the sole property of the Black Tribe. Her marriage contract with Wu Tao is formally rescinded. She shall become the Black Tribe's exclusive sex slave and breeding slave. Li Ying must bear offspring for the Black Tribe, nurturing pure Black Tribe bloodlines, until the Black Emperor decrees otherwise. Li Ying must wholeheartedly satisfy the Black Tribe's sexual desires, accepting the favor of Black Tribe strongmen anytime, anywhere, without any resistance. Li Ying shall serve as a military prostitute, permanently stationed at the Black Tribe Hidden Army Camp, attending to Kunlun slaves and second-generation Kunlun slaves, extracting their vital essence to contribute to the Black Tribe's growth.
Li Ying must serve the Black Emperor daily, undergo Black Adoration brainwashing sessions, completely submit to the Black Tribe's will, and discard all external distractions. Li Ying is obligated to train Wu Tao, ensuring that he worships the Black Tribe just as she does, willingly serves them, indulges in his cuckoldry fetish, and never betrays them.
II. Li Ying's Rights Annually, Li Ying may, based on her accumulated "military service" in bearing offspring for the Black Tribe and serving strongmen, gain the opportunity to visit Wu Tao at home. Each visit shall not exceed three days. Li Ying may decide whether to accept Wu Tao's visit. If she refuses, Wu Tao shall not insist.
III. Wu Tao's Rights Wu Tao may, under the Black Tribe's guidance, visit Li Ying twice a year. Each visit requires a tribute of one thousand taels of silver as a visiting fee, to be managed by the Black Tribe. Wu Tao may lick Li Ying's slutty cunt, breasts, and other Black Tribe-exclusive sexual organs that have been used by the Black Tribe. Each time requires a payment of one hundred taels of silver as a prostitution fee, and he shall not touch other areas. Wu Tao may keep his chastity lock, receive remote training from Li Ying, and maintain his loyalty and submission to the Black Tribe.
IV. Black Tribe's Rights and Obligations The Black Tribe possesses unlimited rights over Li Ying and Wu Tao. They may amend the agreement's content at any time without requiring the consent of either party. The Black Tribe has no obligations, and their will alone shall be the highest principle.
V. Other Terms The agreement shall take effect from the date of its signing and remain valid until the Black Emperor declares its termination.
I finished reading the terms, my palms slick with cold sweat, my heart pounding almost to burst. Shame, excitement, and fear intertwined, yet I couldn't deny the twisted pleasure surging deep within me. I looked up at Li Ying; her gaze was calm and profound, as if awaiting my submission. I gritted my teeth, picked up the quill pen beside me, dipped it in ink, and signed my name on the parchment—Wu Tao.
Li Ying took the agreement, carefully inspected my signature, and nodded in satisfaction. She rolled up the paper, placed it back into her dressing box, then walked back to my side and lightly kissed my forehead.
The night deepened. Moonlight streamed onto the floor outside the window, casting our blurred shadows. Inside the bedroom, the candlelight burned brightly, and the air was filled with the sachet's aroma—the clean scent of osmanthus intertwined with the fishy sweetness of lustful fluid, like her final gift to me.
At this moment, the air in the bedroom was filled with the lingering scent of the osmanthus sachet, mixed with a hint of decadent allure. Li Ying stood before the brocade couch, slowly untying her golden gauze dress. The fabric, thin as cicada wings, slid to the floor like a flowing stream of golden water, revealing her naked, delicate body. Her back to the candlelight, her curves were vaguely outlined in the light and shadow, like a jade sculpture, yet imbued with fatal seduction. She turned around, her gaze locking onto me, a meaningful smile playing on her lips:
"Husband, before I leave, take a good look at me, memorize this body."
I held my breath, my gaze lingering on her, greedily capturing every detail from her overall form to each specific part. Her figure was still slender and graceful, her waist as delicate as a willow, without a trace of excess flesh, exquisitely proportioned, as if it could be grasped with one hand. Sunlight danced on her skin, casting an ivory-like sheen, outlining the full curve of her breasts. Her breasts were firm yet slightly drooping, carrying the charm of a mature woman. Her areolas were slightly dark, emitting a faint, fishy-sweet scent. Her nipples were hard as cherry pits, with a few drops of cloudy white breast milk seeping from their surface, slowly tracing a glistening path down her chest. On her left breast, the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo was strikingly visible, its ink deep, like Kate's brand, narrating her past of being completely possessed by the Black Tribe.
My gaze dropped, landing on her perfectly round, perky buttocks. Her butt cheeks were firm and full, rippling with flesh waves as they subtly trembled. On the right side of her buttock, an identical Black Spade ♠Q tattoo was emblazoned, mirroring the one on her chest. She turned slightly to the side, revealing her anus in the cleavage of her buttocks, slightly agape, its edges dark, like proof of being overused and unable to close completely, emanating a strong odor. My throat tightened. I continued to look down; her slutty cunt was exposed in the light, her labia thick and loose, deep black in color, glistening wetly, giving off a strong lewd scent that made one's blood surge. Her clitoris was slightly protruding, like a ripe fruit, the surrounding folds sticky with lustful fluid, shimmering in the candlelight.
Finally, my gaze returned to her face. She was no longer the youthful maiden of yesteryear. Her eyes and brows held more charm and worldliness, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes like etchings of time, yet adding to her mature allure. Below her right eye, a small Black Spade ♠Q tattoo was faintly visible, like the Black Tribe's final mark upon her soul. Her lips were full, tinted with light rouge, subtly upturned, carrying a hint of teasing and resolve. Her long hair cascaded down, black as a waterfall, reaching her waist, swaying gracefully with her slightest movements.
Li Ying stood still, letting me gaze at her freely, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. She raised her arm and lightly caressed her breasts, her fingertips catching a bit of breast milk, which she brought to her lips to lick, her movements slow and deliberate, as if intentionally enticing me.
My heart pounded like a war drum, and a sore, tingling pain shot through the chastity lock between my legs; it was so hard it felt like it would burst.
Li Ying let out a soft laugh and slowly approached, her bare feet stepping onto the cold floor, the Black Spade ♠Q silver ornament on her ankle jingling. She sat down on the brocade couch, her gaze falling upon me with teasing and mockery.
"Husband, come here."
Li Ying crooked a finger, her voice as seductive as honey. My throat tightened. I kneeled forward to her feet, lowering my head to look at her bare soles. Her feet were fair as jade, her toes slender, painted with a faint koudan polish. Veins were faintly visible on her insteps, and they emitted a faint bodily fragrance mixed with the fishy sweetness of lustful fluid. I swallowed, leaned down, and kissed her toes, my tongue touching her warm skin, bringing a wave of tingling pleasure.
"Look at how greedy you are." Li Ying covered her mouth with a light laugh, then extended her jade foot and lightly kicked my cheek. Her sole was soft, and the Black Spade ♠Q silver ornament on her ankle swayed with the movement, emitting a crisp sound.
"Lick carefully, don't miss your favorite corners." Her voice was teasing, her toes lightly brushing my lips, carrying a hint of provocation.
My face flushed. My tongue roamed between her toes, sucking on every inch of skin. Li Ying raised her other foot and stepped onto my chastity lock, her toes kneading through the metal, bringing a sore, itching pleasure.
Li Ying giggled, her sole tapping my face: "You truly are a cheap bone. No matter how tightly it's locked, it can't control your green heart."
Li Ying's soles alternately pressed and ground on my body, sometimes lightly caressing, sometimes heavily stepping. I gasped for breath, my penis convulsing within the lock. Shame and pleasure intertwined, my mind filled with images of her teasing.
The moonlight hung high. The candles in the bedroom were burning down to their lowest point, and our lewd play finally reached its end.
Li Ying rose and put on her golden gauze dress again. The sheer fabric clung to her curves, outlining the contours of her breasts and perky buttocks. She lowered her head to straighten her skirt. The Black Spade ♠Q silver ornament on her ankle glinted coldly, and the key clinked against the lock, making faint sounds.
At this moment, Princess Xiangcheng also re-entered the room, her long dress trailing on the floor.
"Husband, I'm leaving." Li Ying's voice was calm, carrying a hint of resolve. She walked to me, leaned down, and kissed my forehead. Her lips were warm, leaving a faint scent of rouge. My throat choked. I wanted to say something, but could only manage a hoarse "Alright." She smiled, then turned and walked towards the doorway, her gauze dress trailing on the ground like a golden river.
Princess Xiangcheng followed behind her, looking back at me with a flicker of complex emotion in her eyes. She lifted her skirt, her steps light, and caught up to Li Ying.
The two women walked side by side, gradually disappearing at the end of the long corridor outside the door, leaving only the lingering fragrance in the air and the sachet clutched tightly in my hand.
I don't know how long passed, but the light in the bedroom grew brighter. Outside the window, birds chirped, and the morning breeze stirred the gauze curtains, bringing a hint of coolness. I knelt beside the brocade couch, my gaze falling upon the fragments of the golden gauze skirt on the floor. Li Ying had accidentally ripped them off moments ago when taking it off. I picked up the fabric and brought it to my nose to sniff; the scent of osmanthus and vaginal fluid assailed my nostrils. I closed my eyes, my mind filled with the image of her naked, delicate body, and the decadent scenes of the impending Black Tribe Headquarters. The chastity lock gave off a cold, oppressive sensation, yet I felt a twisted satisfaction, sinking deeper into this endless abyss of cuckoldry.
Night fell; most of the lights in the manor had already been extinguished, leaving only the flickering candlelight in the bedroom, casting dancing shadows on the walls. I sat alone on the brocade couch, clutching the sachet Li Ying had left behind. The interwoven scents of osmanthus and a sweet, fishy aroma unsettled my mind. Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door. Before I could rise, the door was pushed open, and Kate strode in. He wore black armor, broad-shouldered and powerfully built, a familiar frivolous smile on his face, but his eyes gleamed with a hint of triumph.
He didn't bother with pleasantries and sat directly beside the couch, his armor clanking with a low metallic sound. "Wu Tao, you've been well, haven't you?" He slanted a look at me, his tone laced with amusement. "Li Ying safely arrived at the Black Tribe Headquarters last night. Your delicate wife is now completely indulging herself, being taken by turns by the Black Tribe strongmen until she can't get out of bed. Tsk, tsk, the Kunlun slaves' semen is as thick as honey, and each one of them pours it into her belly to nourish the fetus within her, it's simply the best tonic in the world."
As Kate spoke with growing enthusiasm, he licked his lips, his gaze circling my face, as if observing my reaction. My heart clenched, and the image of Li Ying surrounded by a group of dark-skinned strongmen flashed in my mind. Shame and excitement intertwined, and a sour, tingling pressure came from the chastity lock between my legs.
I bit down hard and whispered, "Is she… is she alright? Is she getting used to it?" My voice was hoarse, carrying an unconcealable trace of worry.
Kate laughed heartily, patting my shoulder. "Alright? She's more than alright! She's the Black Tribe's treasure now, pleasing them every night, her slutty cunt is practically fucked ragged. Don't worry, the Black Emperor himself ordered special care for her; she eats well, sleeps soundly, and the fetus is as strong as a calf."
Kate's words pierced my heart like knives. I lowered my gaze, my mind filled with Li Ying's image. Before, even when she shared a bed with Kate, it was right before my eyes. I could see her smile, hear her pant, and even feel the warmth of her skin. Though the humiliation at that time pained me, it also made me more aware that she was still by my side. But now, she was far away at the Black Tribe Headquarters, that black fortress surrounded by mountains; I couldn't even touch her shadow.
I leaned back on the couch, closing my eyes, recalling her appearance—the curves when her golden gauze skirt slipped down, the enchanting allure of the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo on her breasts, the sweet, fishy scent emanating from her slutty cunt, and her gentleness when she kissed my forehead. Only then did I realize that my love was deeper than I had ever imagined. I craved not just her body, but also her smile, her gaze, every moment she was by my side. The scent from the sachet penetrated my nostrils, stirring endless longing. My heart ached as if torn, and my throat was so choked up I could barely make a sound.
Kate seemed to notice my dejection and snorted coldly. "Missing her? It's no use missing her. Once a Black Tribe woman enters the Headquarters, she's their plaything. You cuckold slave, just obediently wait for your visit in half a year."
His words whipped at my heart, but I was powerless to retort and could only whisper, "I understand."
Kate packed up his belongings in the room and incidentally took Wu Hei from the side room, humming with satisfaction. Then he turned and left, his footsteps fading in the long corridor. The bedroom fell silent once more, leaving only the crackling of the burning candle and my erratic breathing.
I looked down at the sachet in my hand. Under the candlelight, the silk surface glowed softly. I brought it closer and sniffed again; besides the scent of osmanthus and vaginal fluid, there was also a faint smell of ink. My heart jolted, my fingertips trembled slightly. I hastily untied the sachet's drawstring. Inside, apart from a pinch of spices, there was also a folded thin piece of paper. I carefully unfolded it; the ink on the paper was delicate and graceful, clearly Li Ying's handwriting:
"Husband, the scent of this sachet can be tracked by the big yellow dog in the manor. When you come to visit me, the Black Tribe will surely blindfold you. At that time, scatter this spice on the ground. Later, hand the big yellow dog over to the Emperor, and he can find the Black Tribe Headquarters to complete the task the Emperor assigned. If you truly love me, I will wait for you; if husband chooses a cuckold life, I will accompany you in your degradation."
When I finished reading, my fingers trembled, the paper almost slipping from my grasp. Every word from Li Ying struck my heart like a heavy hammer. She had given me the choice—to let her completely sink into the Black Tribe's abyss of lust, or to help her escape the cage and regain her freedom? I closed my eyes, and the image of her naked, delicate body being freely played with by the Black Tribe strongmen appeared in my mind. Shame and pleasure surged like a tide. But then, there was her gentle gaze when she kissed my forehead; at that moment, she was as pure as if she had never been defiled.
Sex is sex, love is love. I couldn't let her be possessed solely by the Black Tribe for her entire life. She was my wife, my lover. Even if she carried the Black Tribe's offspring in her womb, even if her body was already marked with the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo, I had to bring her back. I clutched the paper tightly, my gaze becoming resolute. No matter how secretive the Black Tribe Headquarters was, I would find her, complete the Emperor's task, and rescue her from that decadent cage.
I carefully put away the paper, tied the sachet back up, and lay down, holding it to my chest…
…Half a year flowed by like water. I remained alone in the manor, missing Li Ying every day. The scent of osmanthus and the sweet, fishy aroma from the sachet in my hand had long faded, yet it remained my only solace. During this time, she sent me several letters. Her handwriting was delicate, yet every word was like a knife, filled with humiliation and disdain, comparing me to the Black Tribe strongmen as worthless.
The letter read: "Husband, your locked-up penis is probably no match for even the lowest-grade Kunlun slave. Their penises are as thick as a child's arm, hard as an iron pestle, fucking me until I moan wildly every night, my soul scattered. The day before yesterday, a Heaven-grade Kunlun slave came and almost fucked me to death; my slutty cunt was swollen for three days, and I still tremble when I walk."
She also mentioned that the fetus in her womb was maturing day by day, its movements like drums, as if the Black Tribe's bloodline was asserting its might. "Husband, you can be a 'father' again, go ahead and secretly enjoy it! This child, once born, will surely be a hundred times stronger than you."
At the end of the letter, she never failed to mock the awkwardness of my chastity lock: "No matter how tightly it's locked, it can't lock away your green heart, can it?"
As I read the letter, my fingers trembled. Shame and excitement intertwined, and the locked penis between my legs was painfully hard. My mind filled with images of her being wantonly played with by the Black Tribe. The sachet felt hot in my grasp, like her distant titillation, unsettling my mind.
One day, another letter arrived. Li Ying's tone was still frivolous, but with a hint of seriousness. She wrote: "Husband, I am now officially a Black Spade Fourth Concubine, a rank just below the Queen of Spades. But to ascend to the position of Queen, one must first serve as a military prostitute for half a year, enduring the successive 'baptisms' of the Black Tribe's hidden army. This is a necessary path for every Queen of Spades. It is said that the Black Emperor's penis is too magnificent; ordinary women, if not subjected to long-term training by regular Black Tribe members, cannot endure it at all, and a slight mistake could lead to them being fucked to death."
She described the cruelty and decadence of military prostitute life: "In the hidden army camp, Kunlun slaves and Black Tribe strongmen are like wolves and tigers, fucking relentlessly day and night. When I first arrived, I could still manage, but now my slutty cunt has been fucked loose, my labia are swollen like ripe peaches, and vaginal fluid is flowing all over the ground. Husband, tell me, can this body of mine still go back to see you?" The letter faintly carried a sweet, fishy fragrance, like her body odor emanating through the paper. As I read this, my heart pounded like a war drum; I was both worried for her plight and excited by the decadent scene, and the cold, oppressive feeling of the chastity lock made me breathless.
Li Ying's letter also detailed the daily life at the Black Tribe Headquarters, painting a picture of strict hierarchy yet boundless debauchery. During the day, the Black Tribe men were busy with training, sweating profusely, their muscles gleaming under the scorching sun. These Black Spade Concubines didn't need to wash clothes or cook meals; those were tasks for lower-ranking women. The task of the Black-Loving Bitches was to treat the wounded, bandage wounds, and wipe away blood and sweat. Some wounded men, unable to control their lust, would pull open their trousers and order them to kneel and serve. Li Ying wrote: "At first, I was shy, but now I've long grown used to it; holding their penises in my mouth, my tongue has become skilled at licking, and even swallowing semen has become an instinct."
At night, the Headquarters transformed into an abyss of desire. Black Tribe soldiers returned from training, their robust bodies exuding sweat and masculine scent, swarming in to find Black-Loving Bitches for release. Li Ying wrote: "At first, only common Black Tribe members and Kunlun slaves came to fuck me; although their penises were large, I could still handle them. But after my reputation spread, Earthly-tier Kunlun slaves also came, each with penises as thick as a horsewhip, fucking me until I couldn't get out of bed. Later, even Heaven-tier administrative personnel heard of me and came; during the day, when no one was around, they would pin me down in the tent and fuck me senseless. I would squirt milk while being fucked, breast milk pooling on the ground, my slutty cunt convulsing until it was almost numb."
She also mentioned a strange incident: "Once, I was fucked by a Heaven-grade Kunlun slave to multiple orgasms, my breasts squirting milk like a fountain, spraying all over his face. He actually laughed and said this was a gift from the Black Tribe, proving that I had completely submitted."
At this point in the letter, the ink faded, as if she had run out of strength writing it. I clutched the letter, my mind filled with images of her squirting milk while being fucked. Shame surged like a tide, yet it was mixed with a twisted satisfaction.
Late at night, I sat in my study, Li Ying's letter spread out on the table, the candlelight flickering, blurring the words. I picked up the sachet, bringing it to my nose to sniff. The osmanthus scent had long been covered by a sweet, fishy aroma, like her current degradation, obscuring her former purity. Her humiliating words echoed in my mind, each sentence like a whip lashing my heart. Yet I couldn't deny it; my body's reaction betrayed my rationality. The coldness of the chastity lock sobered me, but it also made me feel my longing for her more clearly.
I loved her, loved her smile, loved her gentleness, loved the way she used to whisper in my arms. But now, she was at the Black Tribe Headquarters, being fucked in turns by countless Kunlun slaves, the fetus in her womb growing day by day, her breasts squirting turbid white fluid, and her slutty cunt was fucked loose and ruined. Should I hate her? Or should I hate myself, immersed in this shameful pleasure of cuckoldry? I wanted to save her, to lead her out of that decadent cage, but her letters made me wonder if she had long been indulging herself, willing to sink into degradation.