Outside the window, the moonlight was like frost, and the big yellow dog in the courtyard barked a few times, breaking the deep silence of the night. I stood up and pushed open the window. The cool breeze dispersed the stuffiness in the study, and the letter paper rustled faintly in the wind. I looked down at the sachet, remembering the secret hidden in her letter—the spice that could guide the big yellow dog to the Black Tribe Headquarters. My heart quickened, my fingers stroking the sachet's silk surface, as if touching her skin…
…The half-year mark was approaching. I had to prepare the tribute money and go to the Headquarters blindfolded to visit her. That would be my chance to scatter the spice, leave clues, and help the Emperor find the Black Tribe's lair. I closed my eyes, and the image of Li Ying pinned beneath Kunlun slaves flashed in my mind—her breasts squirting milk, her slutty cunt convulsing, her wanton moans… I shook my head violently, forcing myself to calm down. Sex is sex, love is love. I would save her, no matter the cost. I clutched the sachet in my palm; the candle had burned out, and in the darkness, only my heavy, resolute breathing remained.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated as I stepped into the Black Tribe's Chang'an base with a complex mix of emotions. This was my second time here, and the familiar pungent, animalistic odor assailed my nostrils, mingling with the cloying sweetness of sweat, semen, and women's moans. The base was located in a secluded manor in the suburbs, surrounded by towering walls. In the center of the bluestone-paved courtyard, a giant Black Spade ♠Q statue gleamed with an eerie luster in the morning light. The air was thick with a decadent atmosphere; naked or semi-naked Black-Loving Bitches were scattered throughout the courtyard. Some were pinned beneath Black Tribe strongmen, others kneeling on the ground, taking penises in and out of their mouths. Moans and the sounds of colliding flesh rose and fell, like a living painting of debauchery.
I stopped in a corner, my gaze drawn involuntarily. Under an old pagoda tree to the left, a voluptuous Black-Loving Bitch was sandwiched between two Kunlun slaves. Her dark hair was disheveled, and a pair of enormous breasts on her chest shook violently with each thrust, her nipples oozing turbid white breast milk, dripping onto the ground, raising a muddy, fishy smell. Her slutty cunt was fucked red and swollen, vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs, forming a sticky puddle. She wailed wildly, her voice hoarse, yet still cried out: "Black Daddy! Deeper! Fuck me until I'm ruined!"
The Kunlun slaves responded with low growls, their penises as thick as a child's arm, making wet, sliding sounds with each thrust, utterly decadent.
Not far away, another scene made my blood surge even more. A girl of fifteen or sixteen, her features still youthful, was clearly new to the Black Tribe. She wore a semi-transparent gauze skirt, kneeling before a Black Tribe strongman, clumsily licking his dark penis. The strongman grabbed her hair, forcing her to swallow deeper; the girl whimpered, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, but dared not resist. Her buttocks were lifted high, the gauze skirt slipped, revealing tender white skin, and between her buttock cleavage, a pink, tender anus was faintly visible—not yet developed, but already slightly open under the Black Tribe's training. A nearby Black-Loving Bitch laughed as she instructed her: "Your tongue needs to circle the glans, silly girl, or Black Daddy won't be happy!"
The girl blushed and worked even harder, making muffled gurgling sounds in her throat.
Further away, the performance of a Red Apricot Black-Loving Bitch was taking place. A woman draped in red gauze, her waist swaying like a snake, was surrounded by three Black Tribe strongmen. While being fucked, she smiled alluringly, actively lifting her perky buttocks to accommodate. Her slutty cunt and anus were simultaneously filled, vaginal fluid and semen mixing and flowing all over the ground. Her husband stood to the side, wearing a green hat, his eyes hazy, his hand slipped into his trousers masturbating, murmuring, "My wife is so beautiful… Black Daddy is fucking her so well…"
This scene of cuckold matchmaking made my heart pound, shame and excitement intertwined, and the cold, oppressive sensation of the chastity lock grew even stronger. Just as I was absorbed in watching, heavy footsteps sounded behind me. I looked back, and Kate approached. He was dressed in the noble attire of a Black Tribe Priest, his dark purple robe embroidered with intricate golden threads, a jade belt with a Black Spade ♠Q emblem clasped at his waist, his demeanor imposing yet not without frivolity.
He stopped beside me, glancing sideways at me, a teasing smile playing on his lips: "Wu Tao, look at how greedy your eyes are, do you miss the days when your wife was being fucked?"
My throat tightened, and I whispered, "I just… miss her."
Kate laughed heartily, patting my shoulder, the strength beneath his armor making me tremble. "Missing her? She's having a great time at the Black Tribe Headquarters!"
He lowered his voice, his tone full of boastfulness. "Li Ying is now a Black Spade Fourth Concubine, fucked until she squirts milk every night by Heaven-grade Kunlun slaves, her slutty cunt is almost fucked ragged. Tell me, with her wanton appearance, would you even recognize her?"
The image of Li Ying's naked, delicate body pinned beneath many Kunlun slaves flashed in my mind—her breasts squirting milk, her slutty cunt convulsing, her wanton moans endless. Shame surged like a tide, yet I could not deny the hardness between my legs.
Kate snorted coldly: "Alright, time's short, get ready to depart." He waved his hand, signaling me to follow, a flicker of impatience in his eyes.
Kate led me towards the depths of the courtyard. A black-armored guard handed me a black cloth, blindfolding my eyes. The world plunged into darkness, leaving only the commotion in my ears and the pungent, animalistic odor in my nostrils. I was pushed and shoved for a long distance, my boots thudding dully on the flagstones. Finally, I was helped onto a carriage. The wheels rumbled, and the carriage was filled with the smell of leather and sweat. I sat in the corner, pretending to be silent with my head bowed, but in reality, I was listening intently.
Inside the carriage, several Black Tribe strongmen were chatting idly, their voices coarse, carrying unconcealed debauchery.
"The bitches in the camp have really become more wanton recently!" a voice said. "Last night I fucked a Red Apricot Bitch, her slutty cunt was as tight as a virgin's, and she still wouldn't let go after two rounds!"
Another voice laughed and chimed in: "What's that? The day before yesterday, I found a newcomer, a sixteen-year-old young lady, her anus was just deflowered, and I fucked her until she cried for her daddy and mommy, so satisfying that I ejaculated three times!"
The conversation quickly turned to Li Ying. A low voice said: "Speaking of wantonness, Li Ying that slut is truly exceptional. She is now a Black Spade Fourth Concubine, and I heard she is fucked by Heaven-grade Kunlun slaves until she squirts milk and orgasms, breast milk spraying all over the ground. Her slutty cunt is so loose it could swallow a fist, yet it's surprisingly firm, gripping so tightly it makes one's soul fly away!"
Another voice echoed: "Exactly! Last time I went to find her during the day, she had just been fucked by an Earthly-tier Kunlun slave, her slutty cunt was still dripping with semen, and as soon as I penetrated her, she moaned wildly, begging me to go deeper. And those breasts, tsk tsk, the milk she squirted out was as sweet as honey!"
As I listened, my heart pounded like a war drum, my mind filled with images of Li Ying squirting milk while being fucked. Shame and excitement intertwined, and the oppressive feeling of the chastity lock made me breathless. I pretended to fall asleep, leaning my head against the carriage window, but my hand secretly reached into my bosom, opening the sachet. My fingertips dabbed some spice, and with the carriage's bumps, I secretly sprinkled it onto the ground outside the window. The spice was as fine as dust, scattered by the wind, carrying the scent of osmanthus and a sweet, fishy aroma, as if Li Ying's soul was guiding me.
The carriage jolted forward, and I continued to feign sleep, my fingers rubbing the sachet, ensuring the spice was sprinkled out little by little. The Black Tribe strongmen's lewd talk continued, their laughter crude, mixed with their wanton judgments of Li Ying. I forced myself to remain calm, but my heart pounded like a war drum. The scent of the spice was imperceptible, yet it was the last thread of hope for me and Li Ying. I closed my eyes, and the image of the big yellow dog sniffing the spice and leading people to the Black Tribe Headquarters appeared in my mind. The task the Emperor assigned, I had to complete it—for no other reason than to bring her home.
The discussions in the carriage gradually subsided, and the carriage stopped. I was pushed out of the carriage, the black blindfold still on, hearing only a guard whisper: "You're here, go in."
I took a deep breath, stepping forward with heavy feet, the sachet clutched in my palm, like a lone lamp guiding the way.
The night deepened, and the carriage bumped along the rugged mountain road, its wheels crunching over gravel with a low creaking sound. I sat inside the carriage, my blindfolded eyes unable to see a single ray of light, only able to catch the sounds around me with my ears. Clutching the sachet tightly in my hand, my fingertips rubbed its silk surface, secretly sprinkling the spice out little by little, letting it fall onto the ground outside the carriage.
The air inside the carriage was stuffy, mingled with the smell of leather and sweat. I forced myself to remain calm. The scent from the sachet lingered in my nostrils. The osmanthus scent intertwined with a sweet, fishy aroma, bringing to mind Li Ying's image—her smile, her delicate body, and the scenes of her being wantonly played with by the Black Tribe. I bit down hard, reminding myself of the purpose of this trip: to find her, save her, and then live in seclusion.
The carriage gradually slowed, the rhythm of its wheels growing heavy, as if climbing a steep slope. I stopped scattering the spices, my fingers clenching the sachet, my heart quickening involuntarily. The world beneath the black cloth was pitch dark, yet subtle changes in the wind reached my ears, as if entering some narrow valley. Finally, the carriage stopped, the coachman gave a low shout, the door curtain was pulled aside, and a rough hand tore away the black cloth from before my eyes.
The light was blinding; I squinted, adjusting for a moment before I could make out the scene before me. Amidst deep mountains and wild forests, a canyon like a 'crack in the sky' lay ahead, its sheer cliffs on both sides like knife-cuts, blocking out the sun. At the end of the canyon stood a rough wooden door, its panels studded with iron sheets, carved with ferocious beast-head patterns, like the entrance to a bandit stronghold. A faint, lewd scent permeated the air, cloyingly sweet and pungent, as if standing before the window of a room where pleasure had just ended. My throat tightened, the chastity lock between my legs pressed coldly, yet a twisted expectation surged in my heart—Li Ying was behind this door.
The wooden door slowly creaked open with a heavy groan, and a denser scent surged out like a tide—a mixture of rankness, sweat, and sexual fluid, drilling directly into my nostrils, almost suffocating me. This was the scent of desire, the proof of debauchery; undoubtedly, this was the Black Tribe Headquarters. I took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in my heart, and followed the Black Tribe escort forward.
Behind the door was an open valley, surrounded by mountains, concealing it from external prying eyes. Sunlight streamed down through cracks in the mountains, illuminating the scene in the valley, yet unable to disperse the lewd scent in the air.
My gaze swept around, and my heart trembled—this was no simple bandit stronghold; it was clearly a hidden military fortress, exuding strictness and power everywhere.
Stepping into the valley, earth-shaking roars assailed me, like the cries of wild beasts. I followed the sound and saw, in the distance, a massive training ground where Black Tribe soldiers faced off in two teams, their wooden staffs swinging with sharp whistling winds, their moves ruthless and precise, brimming with killing intent.
Their bodies were robust and well-built, muscles gleaming with oil in the sunlight, sweat dripping to the ground, rising as a faint white mist.
Even with just wooden staffs, their sparring evoked the brutality of a battlefield. My heart turned cold—this level of martial prowess was clearly the main force for rebellion, far beyond ordinary bandits.
Around the training ground, pavilions stood in abundance, with upturned eaves, possessing some of the grander of Roman architecture. The stone walls were carved with intricate beast patterns and Black Spade ♠Q designs, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. The streets were wide and clean, the patrolling guards' armor gleamed, their steps steady, exuding an inviolable majesty. I lowered my head and followed closely behind the escort, trying to remain inconspicuous, but my mind was racing, secretly noting down the terrain and layout, preparing for future actions.
The escort was a taciturn Black Tribe man, nearly two meters tall, with shoulders as broad as mountains, his muscles bulging beneath his armor, exuding a masculine oppressive aura.
He glanced at me, his voice low: "Let's go, I'll take you to see her."
He led me through the training ground, past several pavilions, towards a domed building. The building was low and spacious, its roof arched, inlaid with colorful glazed tiles, sparkling brilliantly in the sunlight. A wooden plaque hung before the door, carved with the three characters "Recovery Ward", the script vigorous, carrying a hint of solemnity.
The man stopped, saying indifferently, "This is where the 'Black-Loving Sluts' usually care for the Black Tribe. The injured, the sick, and even strong men overwhelmed by lust come here to vent. Your wife is currently inside."
His tone held a hint of mockery, his gaze lingering on me, as if deriding my chastity lock. My throat tightened, my heart pounding as if it would burst—Li Ying, I was finally going to see her.
I lowered my head and sniffed the sachet, confirming the spices were all scattered, and the 'big yellow dog' clue was left. The wooden door of the Recovery Ward was right before me, a faint yellow light escaping through the crack, mingled with low moans and the sounds of bodies colliding. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped into this abyss of debauchery. The cloyingly sweet scent in the air intensified, like the lingering aftermath of countless acts of pleasure, making my blood surge.
As the wooden door opened, a potent scent assailed me, a bitter tang of herbs mingled with the cloying sweetness of debauchery, as if medicinal soup and sweat were colliding in the air. I stepped into the circular building, dim yellow light spilling from the dome, illuminating the spacious hall. Rows of individual rooms met my gaze, their wooden partitions carved with Black Spade ♠Q patterns, door curtains half-drawn, vaguely revealing low moans and the sounds of bodies colliding. My heart trembled; for a moment, I felt as if I had traveled back to a hospital of a later era, the private rooms orderly, women moving back and forth, carrying medicine trays, their steps light yet carrying a hint of allure. These women wore outfits similar to later-era nurse uniforms, white fabric clinging tightly to their bodies, outlining the curves of their breasts and buttocks. I squinted, and upon closer inspection, an unusual thought arose in my mind—there must be a transmigrator among the Black Tribe, just like me. Such attire, clearly bearing traces of a later era, yet transformed into a lewd appearance, could certainly not have been designed by an ordinary mountain tribe. I lowered my head, clutching the sachet tightly, suppressing the doubt in my heart, and continued to scan, trying to find Li Ying's whereabouts.
As I observed more closely, I realized that although these women's outfits were called nurse uniforms, they were more like erotic lingerie, daringly designed to make one's blood surge. The white fabric was as thin as cicada wings, semi-transparent, clinging tightly to their skin, their nipples vaguely visible beneath, the outlines of their areolas clearly discernible under the light. Their collars were cut so low they almost slipped to their cleavage, exposing large areas of pale, smooth chest, marked here and there with Black Spade ♠Q tattoos, like exclusive Black Tribe insignia. The hemlines were absurdly short, barely covering their buttocks; with a slight bend, their plump buttocks and the hidden parts of their inner thighs would be revealed. Some women didn't even wear underwear, and faint wet traces were visible between their buttock cleavage, emitting a cloyingly sweet scent.
Black leather belts cinched their waists, from which hung small medicine bottles and cloths, jingling with each step. Their sleeves were cut into bell shapes, their edges embroidered with delicate black patterns, highlighting their slender and seductive arms. On their feet, they wore soft black boots reaching their calves, likewise adorned with Black Spade ♠Q metal buckles, emitting crisp clinking sounds as they walked. The entire ensemble carried both the simplicity of a later era and the lewd aesthetic of the Black Tribe, as if specifically designed for provocation and service. I swallowed, a cold oppressive sensation from the chastity lock between my legs, my heart, however, pounding as if it would burst.
In the hall, women carrying herbal trays moved in and out of the private rooms; some had flushed faces, a satisfied smile on their lips, their skirts slightly disheveled, as if having just experienced a bout of pleasure; others were disheveled, their nurse uniforms unbuttoned, revealing breasts covered in white seminal fluid, their steps somewhat unsteady. Inside the rooms, sounds of copulation rose and fell, utterly undisguised, as if this were the norm in the Recovery Ward.
From behind a half-drawn curtain, a woman's wanton moan emerged: "Good brother, fuck me hard! This slutty pussy of yours is going to be fucked to ruin!" Her voice was high-pitched and alluring, mixed with the creaking of the bed frame, as if welcoming a Kunlun slave's fierce thrusting. In another room, a man's low growl was rough and bold: "Little slut, suck my dick for me! Lick it clean, I'll be fucking your ass later!" Before his words faded, there was a wet, slick sucking sound, accompanied by the woman's low whimpers, so lewd it made one blush. I stood in the center of the hall, my ears filled with these sounds, the cloyingly sweet scent in the air growing even thicker, like the lingering aftermath of countless acts of pleasure. I lowered my head, avoiding the gazes of those women, but I couldn't stop the images from forming in my mind—was Li Ying also in one of these rooms, enduring the same manipulation? I gritted my teeth, reminding myself to stay calm; this trip was to save her, not to drown in this abyss of desire.
The Black Tribe man who had escorted me stood to the side, his gaze lingering on me, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He whispered, "Your wife, she's now a Black Spade Fourth Concubine, of noble status. If not for the fetus in her belly, she would have long ascended to the throne of Queen of Spades. Now, only Heavenly-Tier Black Tribe members are qualified to fuck her. If you want to see her, you have to go to the third floor."
He pointed to the wooden staircase at the end of the hall; it spiraled upwards, leading to higher floors.
"The first floor is the Kunlun slaves' recovery area, the second floor houses Earthly-Tier Black Tribe members, and the third floor is the exclusive area for Heavenly-Tier Black Tribe members."
He paused, his tone laced with mockery, "You, cuckold slave, be careful going up. Don't let the Heavenly-Tier strong men's penises scare your legs weak."
My throat tightened; I responded in a low voice, "Take me."
Yet, complex emotions surged within me—Li Ying's noble status both relieved and worried me more. Monopolized by Heavenly-Tier Black Tribe members, had she already been fucked senseless, forgetting my existence?
I clutched the sachet tightly, forcing myself to remain calm, and followed the man towards the wooden staircase. The stairs creaked, each step feeling like it trod upon my heart. The lewd sounds from the hall faded, but the air still permeated with the scent of herbs and cloying sweetness. I took a deep breath, my gaze resolute—no matter what she had endured on the third floor, I would take her out of this debauched cage.
The wooden staircase was narrow and steep, the light dim, casting blurred shadows of me and the man. On the walls flanking the stairs were carved Black Spade ♠Q bas-reliefs, their patterns intricate, gleaming coldly, as if watching every person ascending. My steps were heavy, with each stride, my heart quickened by another beat. The sachet was clutched in my palm, its silk surface already damp with sweat, the scent of osmanthus mixed with the cloying sweetness, evoking Li Ying's image—her delicate body, her moans, and the scene described in her letter, of being fucked till she squirted milk by Heavenly-Tier Black Tribe members.
The second-floor corridor flashed by; I glimpsed several open doorways, where Earthly-Tier Black Tribe members, stripped to the waist, their muscles bulging, were fiercely thrusting into the 'Black-Loving Sluts' beneath them, the bed frames shaking almost to collapse. The women's wanton cries intertwined with the men's low growls, the air thick with pungent sweat and sexual fluid. I quickly averted my gaze, quickening my pace, following the man straight to the third floor.
The entrance to the third floor was a black iron door, inlaid with a massive Black Spade ♠Q emblem, its gilded surface flashing with a chilling light. The man stopped, turned to look at me: "Go in, she's inside."
His tone was deeply meaningful, as if anticipating my reaction. I swallowed, pushed open the iron door, and stepped into the domain of the Heavenly-Tier Black Tribe. The cloyingly sweet scent in the air grew denser, mixed with a faint sandalwood fragrance, as if Li Ying's presence was calling me. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding like a war drum, and stepped forward, ready to face the unknown reunion.
The iron door on the third floor slowly closed behind me, emitting a low metallic thud, as if sealing off everything outside. I stepped into the corridor; the carpet beneath my feet was soft and thick, embroidered with intricate Black Spade ♠Q patterns, making almost no sound as I walked. On both sides of the corridor were carved wooden doors, each inlaid with a brass plaque, engraved with the names and titles of Heavenly-Tier Black Tribe members, the script vigorous, exuding an inviolable majesty. The rooms were spacious and luxurious, their door panels carved with birds and beasts, gilded frames flashing with a cold light in the candlelight, clearly the manner of nobility. I scanned my surroundings, noticing many empty rooms, their curtains tightly drawn, the air filled with a faint scent of dust. Evidently, these Heavenly-Tier Black Tribe members were not injured, yet their rooms were still prepared for them, showcasing their supreme status. I clutched the sachet, my heart quickening slightly, Li Ying's image appearing in my mind—now a noble Black Spade Fourth Concubine, was she also in such a luxurious room, enduring the manipulation of Heavenly-Tier Black Tribe members? The cold oppressive sensation of the chastity lock brought me back to my senses. I took a deep breath and continued forward.
The air on the third floor was distinctly different from downstairs; the lewd, cloyingly sweet scent was masked by a faint, tranquil floral fragrance, like a mix of sandalwood and jasmine, exuding a touch of elegance. In the corridor, sounds of lewd moaning still rose and fell, but far less intensely than on the first and second floors, appearing intermittent and restrained, as if the Heavenly-Tier Black Tribe members had moved beyond crude pleasures, seeking more refined enjoyments. My heart stirred, associating this with the disciplined army on the training ground—these Heavenly-Tier Kunlun slaves, I feared, had long been dreaming of a successful rebellion, of entering the imperial city, transforming into high officials and nobles, and living a life of luxury.
From one room, a woman's low moans drifted out, alluring yet somewhat restrained, as if she were deliberately suppressing her pleasure. The man's low growl was steady and powerful, his rhythm slow, exuding the composure of one in control. I paused for a moment, my gaze sweeping over the Black Spade ♠Q pattern on the door curtain, a complex emotion stirring within me—was Li Ying also in such a room, catering to the desires of some Heavenly-Tier Black Tribe member? I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to look away, and continued forward, the lewd moans fading in my ears, only the floral scent lingering in my nostrils.
The Kunlun slave who had guided me was of a lower rank; as soon as we reached the third floor, I proceeded alone, as he had no authority to enter.
My footsteps echoed in the silent corridor. As I passed a room, its curtain was half-drawn, and clear sounds of copulation emanated from within: a woman's delicate panting, mixed with a few lines of teasing, lewd talk. My heart trembled; I inexplicably stopped, gently pulled aside the curtain, and cast my gaze into the room.
In the center of the room, a woman lay naked, riding a Kunlun slave in a wanton posture. She was roughly in the prime of her youth, yet her face was breathtakingly beautiful, like a celestial fairy descended to earth. Her skin was as fair as mutton-fat jade, gleaming softly, her eyes as pure as spring water, yet exuding a captivating allure, as if every frown and smile could enchant one's soul. Her figure was slender yet curvaceous, her waist as delicate as a willow, a pair of jade breasts full and pert, their nipples as pink as flower buds, subtly trembling and emitting a fatal temptation. Her buttocks were round and firm, their curves smooth, like a masterpiece meticulously sculpted by heaven.
A tear mole at the corner of the woman's eye, which should have added a touch of pitiful charm, was instead covered by a Black Spade ♠Q tattoo, its ink deep and dark, making her appear even more enchanting and seductive. On her left breast, another Black Spade ♠Q tattoo was conspicuously visible, like an exclusive Black Tribe mark, forming a bizarre contrast with her pure demeanor. Around her ankle, a third Black Spade ♠Q tattoo was wrapped with a silver chain, clinking with her movements, outlining her well-proportioned legs. I held my breath, a thought flashing through my mind—it was absolutely impossible for such a perfect natural beauty to exist in later eras, yet the three tattoos on her body spoke of her debauchery within the Black Tribe.
The woman sat astride the Kunlun slave, her slender waist swaying gracefully, her buttocks rising and falling, creating ripples of flesh, emitting wet, slapping sounds. The Kunlun slave lay supine on the brocade couch, his body robust, muscles knotted, his crotch's penis massive like an iron pestle, so thick it almost stretched the woman's vagina into a thin membrane, its surface glistening with sexual fluid. Her hands braced against the man's chest, her nails digging into his skin, leaving red marks, her mouth constantly spilling lewd words: "Good brother, your big dick really knows how to fuck, my slutty pussy is going to be pierced through by you!"
Her voice was alluring to the bone, with a hint of provocation, and a touch of genuine pleasure.
The Kunlun slave let out a low growl, his hands clamping her waist, thrusting upwards forcefully, each thrust going deep, making the woman's delicate body tremble wildly, her breasts bouncing up and down, a few drops of milky white fluid seeping from her nipples, sliding down onto the man's chest. He gasped for breath, his forehead beaded with sweat, gritting his teeth: "Little slut, gripping so tight, I'm going to cum!"
The woman, however, giggled, her buttocks twisting faster, her vaginal walls contracting wildly, as if to squeeze out all the man's essence: "Cum then, cum for your slave, your slave wants all your semen!"
The copulation grew more intense, the brocade couch creaking as if it would fall apart at any moment. The woman's wanton cries grew higher pitched, her body suddenly stiffened, her vagina convulsively squirting a stream of sexual fluid, soaking the man's crotch. The Kunlun slave, however, couldn't withstand this extreme semen extraction; a low growl escaped his throat, his penis throbbed violently, ejaculating a thick, milky white fluid, pouring directly into the woman's uterus. She giggled, leaned down to kiss the man's lips, her buttocks gently grinding, as if savoring the afterglow of orgasm.
As the two separated, the woman slowly rose, the Kunlun slave's penis sliding out, bringing with it a mixture of semen and sexual fluid that flowed onto the brocade couch, emitting a potent, cloyingly sweet scent. My gaze involuntarily fell to her crotch, astonished to find that her vagina was still pink and tight, her labia slightly parted, glistening with moisture, yet without any trace of looseness. My heart trembled—she had given birth three times for the Black Tribe, endured such a monstrous penis for so long, yet could still maintain such a condition; it was simply unbelievable.
The woman noticed my gaze, turned to look at me, a hint of playful amusement flashing in her eyes, as if my peeping didn't bother her at all. She rose and draped a thin veil over herself, her bare feet treading on the carpet, the silver chain on her ankle jingling, her steps carrying a lazy allure. I was about to turn and leave when I suddenly heard a familiar call from afar—it was Li Ying's voice, low yet urgent, seemingly coming from the end of the corridor. My heart pounded violently; I no longer cared to look at the woman, and hastily strode forward.
I had barely taken a few steps when the Kunlun slave's low voice came from behind me: "Wu Xu, your alluring skill is growing stronger." I suddenly stopped, my heart trembling—Wu Xu? Was that woman the renowned Wu Meiniang? Her beauty and seductive arts were indeed worthy of their fame, but why was she in the Black Tribe Headquarters, willingly debauched here? My mind was in a mess, but I had no time to ponder; Li Ying's call came again, with a hint of trembling, as if she were enduring some fierce manipulation.
I took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in my heart, and quickened my pace, rushing towards the source of the sound. At the end of the corridor, a carved wooden door was half-open, its curtain embroidered with a massive Black Spade ♠Q, shimmering with golden light. I pushed aside the door curtain; the floral scent in the air was replaced by a strong, lewd aroma, moans clearly audible. My heart pounded like a war drum; I cast my gaze into the room, preparing to face my reunion with Li Ying.
The lavish wooden door at the end of the corridor was within reach, its curtain embroidered with a glittering Black Spade ♠Q, seemingly the supreme symbol of the Black Tribe. Li Ying's moans came from within the room, alluring and urgent, mixed with the slapping sounds of bodies colliding, drilling directly into my ears. I stood before the door, my fingers clenching the sachet, my heart pounding like a war drum, almost bursting. Half a year's longing surged like a tide: her smiling face, the tenderness when she kissed my forehead, her delicate body as her golden gauze skirt slipped away—all repeatedly surfaced in my mind. I loved her, loved her to my very bones, even if she had already been possessed by the Black Tribe, even if her body was no longer pure, I still wanted to hold her in my arms, to feel her warmth.
But at the same time, another twisted anticipation festered in my heart—what kind of person had the Black Tribe trained her into? The letter described her being fucked repeatedly by Kunlun slaves, her breasts squirting milk, her loose slutty cunt—had she completely degenerated into a lewd Charm Black Bitch? I imagined the scene of her being pressed beneath a Heavenly-Tier Black Tribe man, moaning wantonly as she accommodated his giant penis. The chastity lock between my legs sent a numbing pain, shame and excitement intertwined. I gritted my teeth, confronting my true feelings—what I loved was this ruined slut, fucked ragged by other men. Her degradation tormented me, yet also captivated me.
I took a deep breath, my fingertips trembling as I touched the door curtain, preparing to greet the woman who was both familiar and strange. I gently parted the curtain, and a corner of the scene came into view. The sight inside the room made me hold my breath.
On the wide brocade bed, Li Ying was riding a Heavenly-Tier Kunlun slave in the "Goddess Riding Lotus" position, her hips undulating, swallowing and releasing the man's penis, making wet squelching sounds. She wore a special maternity nurse uniform; the sheer white fabric clung to her delicate body, so lewd it made one's blood surge. Her collar was low, revealing her full breasts. Her nipples had already turned black, and two Black Spade ♠Q-shaped golden ornaments hung from them, jingling with her movements. Her lower abdomen was swollen with the curve of a seven-month pregnancy. The nurse uniform was specially cut with a hollow design at the belly, revealing her fair skin and the faint stirring of the fetus.
Li Ying's face was still beautiful and moving, but now carried a touch of lewd charm. Her dark hair was spread out, sweat-dampened strands clinging to her cheeks, outlining the fine lines at her eye corners and the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo. Her lips were painted dark, slightly parted, letting out delicate gasps. Her eyes were full of the flames of desire, as if she had long since succumbed to this endless pleasure. Her waist was slightly fleshier than before, but this only enhanced her mature charm. Her curves were exquisite, exuding a fatal allure. With one hand, she held her swollen abdomen, steadying herself. With the other, she held herbs, applying them to the Kunlun slave's shoulder wound, her movements gentle yet somewhat provocative.
"General, how is this slave's nursing skill?"
Her voice was as sweet as honey, with a hint of playfulness, yet her hips continued to writhe, swallowing and releasing his penis without missing a beat.
The Black Tribe man lay on his back, muscles bulging, chest broad, panting heavily. "Good! Very good! Your slutty cunt gripped me so tight my soul nearly flew out!"
He grinned, his eyes full of satisfaction, clearly full of praise for Li Ying's service. I stood behind the curtain, my heart twisting like a knife, yet unable to tear my gaze away. My mind was filled with images of her being fucked by Black Tribe men, the oppressive feeling of the chastity lock nearly suffocating me.
Li Ying's buttocks were full and perky, creating waves of flesh with each rise and fall. The Black Spade ♠Q tattoo on her right hip gleamed with an inky luster in the candlelight, like proof of her complete submission. Her labia were plump and dark, slightly parted, enveloping the Kunlun slave's penis. A dense thicket of black pubic hair surrounded them, wet with arousal fluid, as if proof of countless times being fucked. At their point of union, white foam surged and arousal fluid splattered, running down her inner thighs and leaving a wet stain on the brocade bed, emitting a strong, sweetish, fishy scent.
The Kunlun slave's penis was thick as a child's arm, dark and shiny, coated with a layer of Li Ying's arousal fluid, gleaming with a crystalline wetness. Each thrust went deep, stretching her vaginal walls until they subtly bulged, making wet, squelching sounds. His testicles were as large as goose eggs, their taut skin glistening with oil, gently swaying with the rhythm of his thrusts, as if brimming with thick semen. His abdominal and pectoral muscles glistened with sweat, each muscle bulging powerfully, exuding a masculine sense of oppression.
Li Ying's movements were astonishingly fast. Her perky buttocks writhed wildly, like a semen-extracting machine, her vaginal walls constantly contracting, making the Kunlun slave groan repeatedly. Her breasts bounced up and down, the Black Spade ♠Q ornaments on her nipples jingling. Breast milk sprayed out uncontrollably, soaking her chest and dripping onto the man, creating milky white ripples. With one hand, she held her lower abdomen, protecting the fetus, while with the other, she continued to apply herbs to the man, her fingertips stained with green ointment, her movements gentle yet provocative.
She panted and moaned wantonly: "General, fuck hard! This slave's slutty cunt is going to be fucked ruined by you!"
Her voice was shrill and piercing, making my blood surge.
The Kunlun slave gritted his teeth, his hands gripping her waist, thrusting upwards with force, the penetration so fast its rhythm was almost indistinguishable. Squelching sounds echoed through the room. Arousal fluid and breast milk splattered, and the air was filled with a strong, sweetish, fishy scent. The brocade bed creaked as if it would fall apart at any moment. Li Ying's wanton moans and the man's low groans intertwined, forming a lewd painting. I stood behind the curtain, my throat dry, my heart pounding as if to burst. Shame and excitement intertwined, my mind filled with images of her degraded state.
I looked at Li Ying, my mind in chaos. Her delicate body was wantonly fucked by the Kunlun slave, breast milk gushing, slutty cunt twitching, wanton moans piercing my eardrums. Yet her face remained so beautiful, though her eyes held a strangeness I had never seen before.
Was she still my beloved? Or had she been trained by the Black Tribe into a Charm Black Bitch who only knew how to chase desire?
I remembered her tenderness when she used to kiss me, and the secret of the sachet she hid in her letter—she let me choose: save her, or let her fall.
My love had never changed, but her current appearance made my heart ache almost to suffocation.
The candlelight in the room flickered, casting a gleam on Li Ying's delicate body. Breast milk and arousal fluid intertwined on the brocade bed, emitting a strong, sweetish, fishy scent. The Kunlun slave's thrusts grew more violent, and Li Ying's wanton moans became increasingly shrill, as if she was about to reach climax. Her lower abdomen trembled slightly, the fetal movement clearly visible. The hollow design of the nurse uniform exposed all of this.
I stood behind the curtain, my heart pounding like a war drum, my fingers touching the edge of the curtain, ready to take a step. The fragrance of flowers and wood in the air was completely overridden by the lewd scent. Everything in the room was like an abyss of desire, devouring all rationality. My gaze was fixed on Li Ying, my mind filled with her image—her former purity, her current degradation, and the hope hidden in the sachet. I took a deep breath, pushed aside a corner of the curtain, and was about to call out her name...
On the brocade bed, Li Ying's delicate body writhed like a snake, her graceful waist arching provocatively. Her perky buttocks rose and fell, swallowing and releasing the Heavenly-Tier Kunlun slave's penis, making wet squelching sounds. Her movements became more intense, her vaginal walls contracting wildly, as if to extract all the man's essence. The Kunlun slave groaned, his muscles taut, his massive testicles bouncing violently. His penis plunged deep into her uterus, ejaculating a thick stream of semen. The hot fluid rushed deep inside, yet not a single drop flowed out; it was all absorbed by her swollen lower abdomen, as if the fetus was greedily devouring nourishment. In the candlelight, her lower abdomen trembled slightly, the fetal movement even more pronounced, emanating a strange vitality.
The Black Tribe man gasped for breath, sweat glistening on his bulging pectoral muscles, his eyes filled with satisfaction and awe. He murmured, "Li Ying, you truly are exceptionally gifted. When you first arrived, ordinary Kunlun slaves fucked you in turns, and you would climax repeatedly in mere moments, your True Qi plucked and replenished until you were almost exhausted. Later, you could even match an Earthly-Tier Kunlun slave, wrestling with them all night. Now, even I, a Heavenly-Tier brute, can't resist your semen extraction, and you even pluck True Qi from me!"
He paused, his gaze burning. "Such power is truly worthy of a Queen of Spades. Only a cauldron and breeding slave like you can endure the Black Emperor's giant penis without being fucked to death by him!"
Li Ying let out a soft laugh, leaning down to kiss his chest. The Black Spade ♠Q golden ornaments on her nipples jingled as breast milk flowed down, leaving milky white traces. She murmured, "General, you flatter me. This slave merely does her best to serve." Her tone was as alluring as honey, yet a flicker of pride showed in her eyes, as if she was quite self-satisfied with her transformation.
The Black Tribe man suddenly changed the subject, his gaze shifting to the curtain, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Li Ying, your husband is here." He jutted his chin towards me. "Wu Tao, come in, don't hide." My heart jolted. I was surprised he had already noticed me, but I took a deep breath anyway, pushed aside the curtain, and stepped into the room. The candlelight flickered, casting a gleam on Li Ying's delicate body. She stopped moving, turned to look at me, and a complex emotion flickered in her eyes, a mix of shyness and provocation.
The Black Tribe man rose from the brocade bed, his penis sliding out of Li Ying's body, drawing out a stream of arousal fluid that pooled on the bed, emitting a strong, sweetish, fishy scent. He stood naked, his muscular body glistening under the light. He openly appraised me, smiling. "You must be Li Ying's husband, the cuckold slave Wu Tao. I've heard about you for a long time; seeing you today, you truly live up to your reputation." His tone held a hint of mockery, yet it also seemed genuine. "You made a wise decision, letting Li Ying come to the Black Tribe Headquarters. Her vagina was born for a giant penis; the deeper it goes, the tighter it gets, giving us unparalleled pleasure, and that same pleasure can make her feel close to death from bliss. If it weren't for your decision, she would never have experienced this ultimate pleasure!"
My throat was dry. I murmured, "Thank you very much, then." His praise pierced my heart like a knife, yet it also aroused a twisted sense of satisfaction. My gaze involuntarily fell upon Li Ying. She lowered her head, adjusting her nurse uniform. Her swollen lower abdomen and heavy, sagging breasts were subtly visible beneath the sheer fabric, exuding a mature, lewd charm. I gritted my teeth, suppressing the complex emotions in my heart, my mind filled with the secret in her letter—she let me choose, and I had already made my decision.
The Black Tribe man donned a black robe, covering his naked body, and said indifferently, "I am a substitute Black Tribe Priest; there's no need to mention my name. Since this is your reunion, I won't disturb you further." He glanced at me, a meaningful smile flashing in his eyes. "Wu Tao, cherish this opportunity." With that, he strode out of the room. The wooden door closed behind him with a low thud, and the room instantly fell into silence, save for the crackling of the candlelight and Li Ying's slightly hurried breathing.
I stood rooted to the spot, my gaze fixed on Li Ying, my heart pounding as if to burst. The air was thick with the sweetish, fishy scent of arousal fluid and breast milk, mixed with the faint osmanthus fragrance on her body, stirring my endless longing. The Kunlun slave's words echoed in my mind. His praise shamed me, yet it also made me understand my heart more clearly—I loved her. No matter what she had become, I had to take her away from this abyss of desire.
Li Ying slowly rose. The sheer fabric of her nurse uniform slipped from her shoulders, revealing her fair skin and the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo. Her breasts hung heavy, the golden ornaments on her nipples glimmering. She walked towards me, her steps light yet somewhat unsteady, as if the afterglow of orgasm had not yet faded. Her lower abdomen was highly swollen, pushing forward, the fetal movement clearly visible, like another life asserting its presence. My gaze swept over her delicate body: the fleshiness at her waist, her dark lips, her lustful eyes—she was no longer the woman she once was, yet she was still my beloved.
We looked at each other in silence, complex emotions congealing in the air. Finally, she threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly. Her swollen lower abdomen pressed against my chest, warm and heavy. I lowered my head, inhaling the osmanthus scent in her hair, mixed with the sweetish, fishy smell of arousal fluid, stirring the longing of half a year. Her massive breasts pressed against me, soft and warm. Breast milk seeped out, soaking my lapel, bringing a wet, sticky sensation. My heart surged. My hands wrapped around her waist, my fingertips touching her sweat-dampened skin, trembling as if electrocuted.
"Madam…" I whispered, my throat choked, almost unable to speak.
She looked up, tears glistening in her eyes, yet a gentle smile curved her lips. "Husband, you've finally come." Her voice was still so beautiful, but now a little hoarse, as if worn by countless acts of pleasure. I lowered my head to kiss her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin, my mind filled with her image—her former purity, her current degradation, and the hope hidden in the sachet. I hugged her tightly, as if afraid she would disappear the next second, my resolve strengthening.
The candlelight in the room flickered, casting a soft glow on Li Ying's delicate body. The arousal fluid and breast milk on the brocade bed glistened under the light, and the air was filled with a strong, sweetish, fishy scent. Her nurse uniform was half-open, revealing her swollen lower abdomen and heavy, sagging breasts—like the results of the Black Tribe's training, yet also possessing a hint of maternal sanctity. I helped her sit down, my fingertips caressing her wrist.
I held Li Ying's hand, murmuring, "Madam, no matter what you are now, I will take you away." She froze for a moment, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes—like emotion, yet also hesitation.
She lowered her head, caressing her lower abdomen. The fetal movement made a smile tug at her lips. "Husband, do you know, this child…" Before she could finish, I interrupted, "I don't care. I only care about you."
The room fell silent. The candlelight burned out, and darkness swallowed everything, leaving only our heavy, warm breaths. At this moment, I pulled out a packet of osmanthus cake from my embrace. The paper wrapper still carried the faint fragrance of the manor. I handed it to her, whispering, "Madam, the conditions here aren't as good as home. You must have suffered a lot of grievances. This is your favorite osmanthus cake; I brought it specially for you."
Li Ying took the osmanthus cake, tasted a bit, and a charming smile bloomed on her face like a spring flower. A faint smile curved her lips, painted with dark lipstick.
She rose and sat on the edge of the brocade bed. The sheer fabric of her nurse uniform slipped from her shoulders, revealing the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo, which gleamed with an inky luster. "Husband, you're still so kind. Your concubine finds this place quite good, and… your concubine is starting to get used to it here. The Debauchery Arena's training has made my body extremely sensitive, and my ability to endure fucking has also improved. Kate's in-house training for over a year had already made me addicted to sex. And the time spent as a Holy Prostitute at the Meixiang Brothel further increased my acceptance of group fucking."
As she spoke, a flame of desire ignited in her eyes. Her fingertips lightly caressed her lower abdomen, the fetal movement subtly rising and falling beneath her palm, as if responding to her words. "Now, I love making love too much."
Her tone was as gentle as water, yet held an undeniable frankness, as if she had long accepted her degradation. I stood before her, my heart pounding like a war drum, my mind filled with images of her being repeatedly fucked by Black Tribe men. The cold, oppressive feeling of the chastity lock made me gasp for breath, yet it also stirred a twisted excitement.
As soon as Li Ying finished speaking, a blush spread across her cheeks, as if she felt shy about her naked confession. She lowered her head and bit her lip. Her dark lipstick glistened wetly in the moonlight, but a hint of playfulness entered her eyes. She stood up and slowly approached me, her swollen lower abdomen pressing against my waist, her breasts heavy against my chest. The Black Spade ♠Q golden ornaments on her nipples felt cold against my skin, sending a jolt of pleasurable numbness.
I swallowed, my heart pounding as if to burst. I murmured, "Madam, I… I just love how lewd you are. The more black-green hats you put on me, the happier I am." My words trembled slightly, yet they were sincere, so blunt that even I felt ashamed. Li Ying froze for a moment, then let out a soft giggle, a hazy charm flashing in her eyes, as if she understood my inner thoughts. She extended a slender hand, her fingertips gently caressing my cheek. Her nails, painted black, traced a line across my chin, bringing a slight, painful stimulation.
"Husband, you truly are deeply devoted." Her voice was low and gentle, with a hint of teasing. The next second, she abruptly pushed me down, pinning me onto the brocade bed.
The brocade bed still carried the sweetish, fishy scent of arousal fluid and breast milk. The wet, sticky sensation permeated my clothes and seeped into my skin. Li Ying straddled me, her swollen lower abdomen pressing against my waist. The fetal movement was clearly perceptible, like another life teasing me.
Her dark hair was spread out, sweat-dampened strands clinging to her cheeks. Her eyes were full of the flames of desire, and a mischievous smile curved her lips. "Husband, you like me like this, don't you?"
Her tone was as sweet as honey, yet held a hint of strictness, as if testing my limits. I nodded, my throat dry. A numbing pain shot through me from the chastity lock between my legs, yet the fires of lust had already ignited in my heart.
Li Ying leaned down, her dark lips close to my ear, her breath fragrant as orchids. Her voice was alluring, like silk gliding over skin: "Husband, for the past half year, have you been a good boy at home, missing me?"
Her fingertips slid to my chest, tracing light circles. Her nails scraped against my clothes, causing a tingly itch. I gasped, answering truthfully, "Yes… I thought of you day and night."
She chuckled, her fingertips moving down to the edge of the chastity lock, her tone suddenly stern. "How did you think of me? Explain clearly!"
I swallowed, my heart pounding as if to burst. I murmured, "I thought of you being fucked by the Black Tribe… your slutty cunt stretched open by giant penises, breast milk gushing, wanton moans echoing through the camp…" My voice grew softer and softer. Shame washed over me like a tide, yet I couldn't hide my body's honesty.
A flicker of satisfaction crossed Li Ying's eyes, and a smile played on her lips. "Which Black Tribe man? Hmm?" Her tone was gentle yet demanding, her fingertips lightly tapping the chastity lock, producing a crisp metallic sound, as if tapping directly on my heart.
I gritted my teeth, murmuring, "I haven't seen any other Black Tribe men… only Kate and Zaha." I paused, her letter's description surfacing in my mind, and continued, "Your little hole was fucked so wide by them it can't close, even without anything inserted, there's a black hole the size of a thumb…"
Li Ying let out a giggle, her eyes full of playfulness. Her finger suddenly pressed down on the chastity lock, her tone stern. "Husband, have you secretly unlocked this lock?"
She had trained me until I was burning with lust, already so lowly that I had lost all bottom lines. I gasped, "No… I've worn it constantly, never dared to unlock it…"
She nodded in satisfaction, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes, but her tone grew even more demanding. "Most importantly—have you been soaking in the hot springs every night? Until your testicles feel numb?"
Her fingers slid between my legs, gently caressing, as if checking my loyalty. I nodded, my voice trembling. "Yes… I soak every night…"
As I spoke, memories flooded my mind like a tide. It was during a spring outing last year. I accompanied Li Ying boating on the lake. Sunlight dappled on her golden gauze skirt, outlining her graceful figure. Osmanthus cakes were arranged at the bow of the boat. She smiled like a flower, leaning close to my ear to ask, "Husband, what does a man's lower part fear?"
I casually replied, "Heat. Soaking in hot springs for a long time can deactivate testicles, and then you'll have no offspring…"
She let out a giggle then, a flash of mischief in her eyes, but I didn't pay it any mind. It wasn't until the night before she left home that she wrapped her arms around my neck, her voice sweet yet commanding: "Husband, since you'll never fuck another woman anyway, why don't you let me completely cripple you? Soak in hot springs every night until your testicles feel numb, wear the chastity lock, and don't you dare unlock it!"
At the time, I only took her words as a jest and laughed as I agreed, never expecting she had already laid the groundwork. Now, her question pierced my heart like a knife. I whispered, "Madam, I did everything you said…"
Hearing this, a flicker of tenderness flashed in her eyes. She leaned down and kissed my lips, her tongue carrying the sweet scent of osmanthus cake. She softly said, "Good husband, you're truly obedient."
The next second, her tone suddenly turned stern, and her fingertips fiercely pinched my chin: "You must be obedient and listen in the future too, understand?"
Li Ying's kiss deepened further, her tongue stirring in my mouth, bringing a decadent, sticky wetness. Her fingers slid to my neck, lightly caressing it. Her black-nail-polished nails grazed my skin, bringing a faintly painful pleasure. The nurse uniform's thin gauze had long since fallen, revealing her sagging huge breasts. The Black Spade ♠Q gold ornament on her nipples glinted coldly in the moonlight. Breast milk seeped out, dripping onto my chest, a warm, wet sensation.
She lifted her head, her eyes full of lust, her voice gentle yet commanding: "Husband, you like me being this lewd, don't you?"
I nodded, my throat dry and hoarse, the fires of lust already blazing in my heart. She giggled, her fingers sliding to the chastity lock, lightly tapping it. Her tone was stern: "Then continue being my cuckold slave, watching me get fucked rotten by the Black Tribe, okay?"
Her gaze was like a knife, piercing my heart, yet it held a gentle allure that I couldn't resist. I panted, whispering, "Okay… I'll listen to everything you say…"
Li Ying smiled with satisfaction, leaned down, and bit my earlobe, her teeth lightly grinding, bringing a tingling pain. Her voice was low and alluring: "Husband, don't worry, the Black Tribe's giant penises will drive me to ecstasy, but my heart will always have a corner for you."
Her words were like honey, yet also like poison, making my heart surge with emotion, yet also wishing I were dead. I held her tight, feeling her sweat-damp body. My mind was filled with her depravity and gentleness, and my resolve grew even stronger—I would take her away, no matter how alluring this abyss of desire.
Li Ying leaned against me, her black hair cascading, sweat-damp hair tips clinging to her cheeks, her eyes full of wanton amusement. She slowly lifted her ankle; the silver chain on it jingled. A delicate key hung on the chain, faintly shimmering in the moonlight. She gripped the key, her black-nail-polished fingertips lightly swaying it, her voice as alluring as honey: "Husband, do you want me to help you unlock this chastity lock?"
I swallowed, my heart pounding almost to bursting. The chastity lock between my legs was cold and heavy, compressing me, making my blood surge. I whispered, "Madam, I beg you… please unlock it for me."
She giggled, a hint of playfulness flashing in her eyes. Her fingertips slid to my chin, lightly lifting it, forcing me to meet her gaze: "Your plea isn't sincere enough. Again, lowly slave."
Her tone was gentle yet stern, like a queen looking down upon her subject. I gritted my teeth, consumed by lust, and whispered, "Madam, I beg you, I beg you to unlock my lock, let me… let me serve you."
Li Ying nodded with satisfaction, leaned closer, her dark lips almost touching my ear. Her breath was fragrant as orchids: "Good husband, so obedient. Then I'll reward you this once."
She got up and straddled me. The key twirled in her fingertips, slowly entering the chastity lock's keyhole. With a click, the metallic restraint loosened, and the cold oppressive feeling dissipated, replaced by a tingling numbness of liberation. I panted heavily, my mind filled with her delicate body, the fires of lust burning like raging flames.
Li Ying lowered her head, her slender hand gripping my freed penis. Her fingertips lightly caressed it, only to find it limp and unresponsive. She paused, then giggled, her eyes full of playfulness, a cunning smile playing on her lips: "Husband, what's wrong? Can't you get hard?"
Her voice was as sweet as honey, yet held a hint of mockery. Her fingertips drew circles on my penis, her black-nail-polished nails lightly grazing it, bringing a faint stinging sensation. My cheeks burned hot, shame washing over me like a tide. I whispered, "Madam, I… I…"
She interrupted me, leaning closer, her breasts heavily pressing against my chest. Breast milk seeped out, soaking my clothes, bringing a wet, sticky sensation. "Husband, don't be shy, tell me, did you soak too long in the hot spring and become useless?"
Her tone was gentle yet playful, but her eyes glinted with severity. I nodded, my throat dry and hoarse: "Yes… I soak every night, just as you said…"
She smiled with satisfaction, her fingers sliding to my testicles, lightly kneading them, as if examining a toy: "Tsk tsk, poor husband. Compared to the Black Tribe, your little thing is truly far inferior. Their penises are thick as a child's arm, hard as an iron pestle. They can fuck for half the night, driving me to ecstasy every time. And you? I'm afraid you can't even make me itch, can you?"
I panted heavily, shame and excitement intertwined, whispering, "Yes… I can't compare to them…"
Li Ying giggled, a flicker of tenderness flashing in her eyes, but her tone suddenly turned cold: "Husband, imagine the future. I'll be fucked by the Black Tribe's giant penises, having continuous orgasms, my womb filled with semen, giving birth to one Black Tribe child after another. And you? You can only watch from the side, unable to get hard, obediently being my cuckold slave, providing for us, mother and child. Isn't that very stimulating?"
Her fingers fiercely pinched my chin, forcing me to meet her lewd gaze. I nodded, my voice trembling: "Yes… it's very stimulating…"
She feigned grievance, her lips slightly pouted, but her eyes were full of laughter: "Husband, tell me, I'm so beautiful, and my vagina is so tight and can clench so well, why should I stick with a useless man like you? If it weren't for pitying you, the Black Tribe strongmen would have fucked me until I forgot you!"
Her words pierced my heart like a knife, yet they also ignited my twisted pleasure.
I whispered, "Madam, I… I'm willing to be your cuckold slave, as long as you're happy…"
She smiled with satisfaction, leaned down and kissed my lips, her tongue carrying the sweet scent of osmanthus cake. She softly said, "Good husband, be obedient, and I'll make you even happier."
Li Ying sat up straight, her swelling lower abdomen glowing softly in the moonlight. Her fingers slid to my crotch, lightly caressing it, her black-nail-polished nails grazing my skin, bringing a tingling pleasure. Her gaze was gentle yet lewd, like pity, yet like a queen in control of everything. She whispered, "Husband, do you know why I want to make you completely unable to get an erection or procreate?"
I shook my head, my throat dry, my mind a blur. I whispered, "Madam, I don't know…"
She giggled, her fingers gripping my penis, lightly kneading it, as if toying with a useless toy. Her voice was soft and alluring like silk, with a hint of a sigh: "Not letting you get an erection is because there's no need. Your penis, to me, is like scratching an itch, far inferior to even a tiny bit of the Black Tribe's giant penises. Their penises can drive me to orgasm to the point of unconsciousness, my womb filled with semen, driving me to ecstasy every time. And you? I'm afraid you can't even make me wet, can you?"
She paused, a flicker of tenderness flashing in her eyes. Her fingers slid to my testicles, lightly caressing them, as if to soothe: "Not letting you have reproductive function is because I need a sense of security. Husband, if you could still procreate, I'm afraid you might have other ideas, leave me, and find other women. But if that thought is cut off, you will wholeheartedly be my cuckold slave, safely providing for me and the Black Tribe children."
Her fingers slid to my abdomen, lightly drawing circles. Her voice was low and firm: "For example, Wu Hei, my child. You will cherish him as your own, because you can no longer produce your own bloodline. There will only be them."
My heart trembled. Her swelling lower abdomen appeared in my mind, the fetal movement seeming to mock my impotence.