The Cuckold’s Lush Estate (Fan Edition)

I settled my mind, focusing on the work at hand. As a doctor, no matter how many filthy thoughts lurked within me, when facing patients, I had to be one hundred percent focused and responsible.

Patients streamed in all morning, mostly with common minor ailments like headaches, fevers, or indigestion. I patiently treated each one, prescribed and dispensed medicine, and occasionally encountered a few slightly trickier cases, but I was always able to find suitable treatments relying on my medical knowledge from my past life and my current understanding of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

During this time, Xiao Wu returned with some scattered news, mostly about chronic old illnesses or cases of impoverished families who couldn't afford treatment, nothing truly "difficult and complicated," nor anything that fit "special needs." I was slightly disappointed, but didn't pay too much attention, simply instructing him to continue to keep an eye out.

The notice I put up didn't seem to cause much of a stir either; the number of patients coming for consultations was similar to usual, and no special visitors came specifically for "internal and private ailments." It seemed that people still kept such matters deeply private, and even if they had such needs, they wouldn't easily seek help.

Time passed bit by bit in this calm and busy medical practice, and before I knew it, it was already afternoon. Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows on the consultation room floor. The herbal scent in the air seemed to have grown stronger.

I rubbed my slightly aching neck and picked up my teacup for a sip. Although I hadn't yet received the anticipated mission clue, looking at the orderly busyness of the clinic, and seeing patients arrive with hope and leave with gratitude, I felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

Perhaps… this calm daily routine was also a kind of balance? I couldn't always be thinking about those stimulating things, could I?

However, this thought only lasted for a moment. As soon as I recalled last night's intense black silk footjob internal ejaculation scene, as soon as I thought about the [High Heel Fascination] task scheduled for the day after tomorrow, as soon as I remembered that lewd [Erotic Dice], my heartbeat couldn't help but quicken again, and the little dick between my legs began to throb slightly.

Calmness was temporary; desire was the eternal driving force.

I put down my teacup, my gaze once again fixed on the door, secretly anticipating. Come quickly… that "opportunity" that would allow me to complete the task, gain points, and exchange for items… I was already a little impatient.

The afternoon sun streamed through the window lattice, making the dust in the consultation room clearly visible. Patients gradually thinned out, and a lazy atmosphere permeated the air. However, my heart felt as if it were being scratched by a cat's claws, agitated and restless.

I saw a few more ordinary patients, but still didn't encounter the "difficult and complicated illness" that would make my eyes light up. There was no valuable news from Xiao Wu, and the meticulously written notice was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any echo.

Was today going to pass by so uneventfully?

My fingers unconsciously tapped on the desk, and images of silk stockings, high heels, black cocks, and erotic dice began to churn uncontrollably in my mind. The exhilarating sensation of that thorough black silk footjob internal ejaculation seemed to linger in my nerve endings, making me crave more, even stronger experiences.

The [High Heel Fascination] task the day after tomorrow… just thinking about it made my blood boil! Ying'er wearing those transparent crystal shoes, her fair jade feet subtly visible, her slender calves taut, her plump buttocks even more pert from the high heels… Whether it was having her kneel and give me oral sex, or throwing her legs over my shoulders and furiously fucking her, it would be an unparalleled visual feast!

And that erotic dice… it was full of infinite possibilities! Those lewd commands, those shameful body parts… If Ying'er were to roll it herself, letting her break through her bottom line step by step in the "game," that scene… tsk tsk…

No! I can't wait any longer! When will this damned [Benevolent Healer] task be completed?! My points are still stuck at 40, and I can't exchange for that dice!

A nameless fire rose in my heart, mixed with intense desire and agitation. I even regretted why I didn't directly exchange those 5 points for the dice last night? I was going to exchange it sooner or later anyway!

"Sir, it's getting late, are you still seeing patients today?" a shop assistant asked cautiously.

I came back to my senses, looking at the gradually dimming sky outside the window. "Hmm, pack up, prepare to close." It seemed there was no hope for today. As for the task, I could only think of a solution tomorrow.

"Yes, sir."

After instructing the shop assistant, I got up and stretched my somewhat stiff body. Although a little disappointed, on second thought, I could go home early tonight, spend some quality time with Ying'er, and lay some groundwork for the day after tomorrow's plan. That wasn't bad.

Thinking of Ying'er's shy yet slightly resistant expression, and her jade feet, which had become exceptionally sensitive after being ravaged by that black cock, my little dick began to throb slightly again.

Tonight… perhaps I could take it easy, just hold her, listen to her talk, or… tentatively touch her feet again? See if her reaction during the day differs from at night?

With these thoughts, I tidied up the consultation table and prepared to return to the mansion.

The carriage traversed the streets of Chang'an as dusk gathered. The lingering glow of the setting sun cast shifting light and shadow on my face through the carriage window. The day's busyness at the clinic did not bring me any relief; instead, it added to my agitation because I had not encountered the anticipated "opportunity."

However, on the way back to the mansion, this agitation gradually gave way to an even stronger anticipation. Tonight… I would be alone with Ying'er again.

My fingers gently caressed the smooth fabric of my clothes, and her shy yet startled expression from that morning resurfaced in my mind. The pain in her feet… the body's memory was indeed still there! This was truly the best gift heaven had bestowed upon me!

This proved that my direction was correct! She wasn't completely unresponsive to that kind of stimulation; it was just that her conscious mind was still resisting, or perhaps, her shame was still at play. All I needed to do was gradually dismantle her defenses, make her fully recognize her body's desires, and make her willingly, in front of me and those black slaves, blossom into her most lewd and wanton self!

The erotic dice… I must get my hands on it quickly! The commands on it were simply tailor-made for her! Imagine, having her roll it herself, and then, based on the result, either gaspingly praise Zaha's big black cock, or shamefully hold my little wretched dick in her noble cherry lips, or, under my command, use her slutty feet, which had been fucked by the black dog, to lick my toes… Each scenario was enough to make me go wild with excitement!

And her body temperature control ability… this "superpower" couldn't be wasted! If she could actively control it, suddenly making her slutty cunt as cold as ice while being furiously pumped by the black cock… the image of "ice cunt, black dick," just thinking about it, gave me goosebumps! That extreme contrast, that eerie thrill… it would definitely make even a mighty man like Zaha experience what true "ice and fire twofold heaven" was! Then, I would order Ying'er to whisper in his ear, mocking his "impotence"… Haha!

No, I can't think about it anymore… If I keep thinking, I'm afraid I'll have to masturbate in the carriage before I even get home.

I forced myself to shift my attention to tonight's plan. The day after tomorrow was the [High Heel Fascination] task; tonight… I would take it easy, focusing on tenderness and probing.

I could start by chatting about everyday things with her, asking about her health, making her feel my "consideration." Then… when the atmosphere was right, I could casually bring up her feet and observe her reaction. If she wasn't as resistant as she was in the morning, perhaps I could try a gentle massage? Or even… use my tongue… to lightly lick her exceptionally sensitive soles?

I wanted to see what her reaction would be when I, her "husband," licked her feet while she was conscious? Would she climax as she did when the black slave licked her? Or would she resist even more due to shame? No matter the reaction, for me, it would be an unparalleled enjoyment!

The carriage slowly came to a halt.

"Master, we're home." The coachman's voice sounded from outside.

I tidied my thoughts and robes, a gentle smile returning to my face. I lifted the carriage curtain and stepped out.

At the mansion gate, the gatekeeper was already respectfully waiting.

"Master has returned."

"Hmm." I nodded, stepping into the mansion. The setting sun stretched my shadow long, and the fresh scent of flowers and plants from the courtyard drifted through the air.

I was back. My "battleground," my "paradise." Tonight, what kind of "surprise" awaited me?

I gave a slight nod to the gatekeeper but didn't immediately return to the inner chambers. Instead, I first asked, "Is Madam well at home today?"

"Reporting to Master, Madam has been in the mansion all day. She took a stroll in the garden this afternoon, then returned to her inner chambers to rest," the gatekeeper replied respectfully.

"Hmm, understood." I responded, feeling a slight ease in my heart. It seemed she had recovered well; at least, there was no outward sign of anything amiss.

I didn't go directly to her, but returned to my study first. Lighting the lamp, I spread out the account books and medical records, briefly organizing today's clinic income and some notable case files. Although my heart was restless, these daily chores still needed to be handled properly. In the pauses of recording, my mind would uncontrollably flash back to Ying'er's pair of damaged black silk jade feet stained with semen, and her humiliated expression when I demanded she grip my little dick with her toes… Each recollection made my breathing involuntarily quicken, and my lower body throb slightly.

After briefly handling the matters in the study, I stood up and, instead of going to the inner chambers, turned towards the backyard. That black dog needed another reminder to ensure he was always ready to serve me.

Night had begun to fall, and the backyard was unusually quiet. Zaha was squatting at the entrance of his small hut, lost in thought. Seeing my figure, he immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face a mixture of fear and irrepressible excitement. He knelt down with a thud: "Master!"

"Get up." My voice sounded somewhat cold in the quiet backyard.

"Thank you, Master!" He nervously stood up, head bowed, not daring to look at me.

"For the next two days, don't leave the mansion unless necessary. Be ready for orders at any time," I commanded directly.

"Yes! This humble one obeys!" Zaha's voice trembled slightly with excitement. He clearly understood my meaning!

"About last night…" I paused, watching his expression instantly tense up, and continued with satisfaction, "Although you eventually broke Madam's item, your… earlier performance was quite diligent." I deliberately paused, enjoying the wild joy that ignited in his eyes. "Remember, only by being obedient can you receive rewards. Next time, if you dare to act on your own initiative again, or break anything…" My tone suddenly sharpened, "You'll stay in the stable with those beasts!"

"This humble one wouldn't dare! This humble one would never dare again! This humble one will serve carefully! Please, Master, give this humble one another chance!" Zaha was terrified out of his wits, kneeling again, desperately kowtowing.

"Hmph, we'll see how you perform." I snorted coldly, ignoring him, and turned to leave the backyard. This dog, only with constant discipline and the occasional glimmer of hope, could he become the most obedient and "useful" tool.

Finally having dealt with these trivial matters, I walked towards the inner chambers with anticipation. What was Ying'er doing now? Was she resting, or waiting for me for dinner?

I lightened my steps and arrived at the flower hall near the bedroom. Sure enough, I saw her sitting alone on the soft couch by the window, holding a scroll, reading by the last sliver of natural light. She had changed into a soft, comfortable casual ruqun, her long hair loosely tied up, revealing her fair and graceful neck. The lingering glow of the setting sun fell upon her serene profile, outlining soft contours, beautiful as a painting.

Looking at her quiet and beautiful appearance, my heart couldn't help but soften. Last night's madness and debauchery seemed like nothing but an absurd dream. She was still that noble, dignified, and gentle wife.

But then, the thought of how her perfect jade feet had been ravaged by the black cock, and the lewd words she was forced to utter in front of me, brought forth an even stronger surge of excitement and possessiveness! I loved her current purity and beauty, but I was even more infatuated with her lewd and wanton side when she succumbed!

I took a deep breath, suppressing the rising emotions in my heart, and put on my most gentle smile as I quietly walked over.

"Ying'er."

Hearing my voice, she seemed startled, her body trembling slightly, the book in her hand nearly slipping. She looked up, and seeing me, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by reassurance and joy, and a gentle smile bloomed on her face: "Husband, you're back."

"Yes, I'm back." I sat down beside her and naturally took her hand resting on her lap. Her hand was warm and soft. "What are you reading?"

"Nothing, just a travelogue by a previous scholar." She closed the book, a little embarrassed, as if afraid I might see something I shouldn't.

"You must be tired after a long day?" I reached out my other hand and gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, my fingertips subtly grazing her sensitive earlobe.

"Hmm…" She indeed shrank her neck sensitively again, her cheeks flushing slightly, and her eyes began to dart away, unwilling to meet my gaze. "It's fine, husband, you're the one who worked hard."

"Your husband isn't tired," I gazed at her blushing cheeks and flickering eyes, and that urge to test her began to stir again, but I forcibly suppressed it. Tonight, I wouldn't rush to cross her bottom line. I leaned closer to her, whispering in her ear with profound love and longing, in a voice only we two could hear: "As long as I can come home early to see Ying'er, any hardship is worth it. A day apart feels like three autumns… Your husband was thinking of you all the time at the clinic…"

I gazed tenderly at my shy wife in my arms, feeling the warmth and slight tremble of her hand. Her reaction was even more sensitive than I expected; just a few intimate words were enough to make her cheeks flush, like a ripe apple. This ignited an even fiercer desire for playfulness and control within me.

"Silly Ying'er," I lowered my head, my lips almost touching her small, delicate, flushed earlobe, my voice softer, with a husky magnetism, "What your husband was thinking of was more than just seeing you…"

My fingers glided gently down her arm, over her delicate skin, finally resting on her soft waist, lightly pulling her closer into my embrace. "Your husband was thinking of… your smile, your pout, the lovely scent of your body…" My nose brushed against the hollow of her neck, taking a deep breath of her scent, a mixture of her body's natural fragrance and a faint floral perfume. "And… your soft body, your tender skin…"

I could feel the body in my arms stiffen instantly! Her breathing also quickened! "Hu… Husband…" Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, clearly flustered and bewildered, "What… what are you saying…"

"Heh heh," I chuckled softly, my fingers restlessly kneading her waist, "What is your husband saying, does Ying'er truly not know?" My gaze turned fervent, unabashedly sweeping over her full bosom and slender waist. "Your husband is thinking… how utterly enchanting… last night's Ying'er was…"

"Ah!" She pushed me away abruptly, as if she had been scalded. Although the force was light, her face was already so red it looked like blood might drip from it! "Hu… Husband! Don't say such things!" Her eyes darted around frantically, afraid of being overheard. That expression, so shy and anxious, was simply adorable, and it made me even more excited!

It seems she has not forgotten last night's madness! The scenes of being ravaged by the black cock, those shameful moans and words, must still be swirling deep in her mind!

I stopped provoking her with explicit words and switched to a tone of concern, gently stroking her back to help her calm down: "Alright, alright, your husband won't say it anymore. Look how flustered you are." I paused, then changed the subject, asking seemingly casually, "By the way, how does Ying'er's body feel today? Are you still tired? Especially... your feet... do they still hurt?"

As expected! At the mention of "feet," her body trembled violently again! Her face instantly turned ashen, then flushed with an even deeper blush! The panic and shame in her eyes were almost overflowing! "No... no! It doesn't hurt anymore!" She almost blurted out the answer, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible tremor and... fear?

She was scared! She was scared of me bringing up last night's events! She was scared of reliving the humiliating scene of being internally ejaculated by the black cock through black silk stockings during a footjob!

This discovery filled my heart with ecstasy! Her fear and resistance precisely proved how successful last night's training was! That memory was deeply etched into her body and soul!

"It really doesn't hurt anymore?" I feigned disbelief, my gaze probing, making as if to lift her skirt, "Let your husband see..."

"No!" She cried out, pressing down firmly on her skirt, her entire body almost shrinking into the corner of the soft couch, her eyes even welling up, looking at me with a pleading gaze, "Husband! It really doesn't hurt anymore! Please... don't look..."

Watching her on the verge of tears, looking so delicate and pitiable, my sadistic desires were greatly satisfied! So, making her recall the scenes of being ravaged by the black slave made her feel more fear and shame than directly humiliating her!

"Alright, alright, won't look, won't look." I quickly appeased her, gently pulling her into my embrace and softly said, "It's your husband's fault, for scaring Ying'er." I gently patted her back, my tone so tender as if the cruel provocateur just now wasn't me, "It seems Ying'er is truly exhausted. How about... we bathe and change first, and really relax?"

I leaned my lips close to her ear and continued in a seductive, low voice: "Let your husband... personally serve Ying'er in her bath, alright? Just like... the night before last..."

I deliberately emphasized the words "personally" and "the night before last." The night before last, I also "personally" served her in her bath, and then... that first Zaha-led foot massage occurred, which, though through trousers, was stimulating enough...

Hearing my words, Li Ying's body visibly stiffened again! She lifted her head, looking at me with complicated eyes, with shyness, dependence, panic, and a hint of... imperceptible... anticipation?

She didn't answer immediately, merely biting her lower lip, her cheeks flushed as if on fire.

I knew she was tempted.

I tightly embraced Li Ying's soft body, feeling her slight trembling and her gradually quickening heartbeat. She lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes gently fluttering like butterfly wings, biting her rosy lower lip, unwilling to speak, that look, both shy and a little helpless, made my heart itch with desire.

I knew she was struggling, hesitating. Last night's humiliation and stimulation were too intense for her, making her wary and afraid of my current intimacy. But precisely because of this, her current obedience and dependence seemed even more alluring.

I rested my chin on the fragrant crown of her head, gently rubbing, my voice growing softer, with a hint of spoiled pleading: "Please, Ying'er? Your husband has been busy all day, and wants to relax well too... Just let your husband serve you in your bath, mm?"

My breath brushed her earlobe, she sensitively flinched, and her body seemed to stiffen further. But after a few breaths, I felt her tense body gradually relax, and finally, she gave an almost imperceptible, gentle nod.

"Mm..." A response as faint as a mosquito's hum spilled from between her lips.

Success!

A surge of ecstasy ran through me! She agreed! Even though her heart was filled with fear and unease, she ultimately chose obedience! This feeling of complete control excited me more than any aphrodisiac!

"Good Ying'er!" I kissed her cheek with satisfaction, then raised my voice and ordered outside the door: "Lin'er! Ting'er! Come in!"

The two maidservants waiting outside the door immediately responded and pushed the door open.

"Go prepare hot water and scented flower-petal bathwater, the Madam is going to bathe." I commanded, my tone resuming its usual master's authority.

"Yes, Master." Lin'er and Ting'er responded in unison, the two exchanging an imperceptible glance, seemingly understanding something, their faces subtly blushing, but their movements showed no delay, turning immediately to prepare.

I stood up, then bent down, and scooped up Li Ying, who was still nestled in my embrace, her cheeks flushed as if about to drip blood.

"Ah!" She gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around my neck, burying her face in my chest, not daring to look at the two maidservants' suggestive glances.

"Let's go, my good wife," I chuckled softly, holding her plump, soft body, walking towards the bathroom filled with ambiguity and anticipation, "Let your husband... properly 'serve' you..."

In the bathroom, steam diffused, the air permeated with the rich fragrance of roses and orchids. The large bathtub was ready, filled with warm water, with fresh red petals floating on the surface. Lin'er and Ting'er had prepared everything, wisely retreated, and gently closed the door.

I gently placed Li Ying on the soft stool beside the bathtub, then squatted down and began to undress her. Her body was still somewhat stiff, her eyes darted about, not daring to meet my gaze, letting me untie her belt and pull down her *ruqun*.

Soon, her perfect naked body, like one carved from white jade, appeared before my eyes. Full breasts, a slender waist, plump and perky buttocks, long and well-proportioned legs... Every time I saw her, I marveled at the Creator's wonder, and the wicked fire in my heart burned even fiercer.

I was not in a hurry to let her enter the bathtub, but instead reached out and gently caressed her smooth, delicate skin. From her rounded, fragrant shoulders, to her perky breasts, then to her flat lower abdomen... My fingers, with a teasing intent, roamed over her sensitive skin.

"Mm..." She let out a faint moan, her body trembling slightly, and the blush on her cheeks deepened.

My hand came to the full, snowy peaks of her chest, gently cupping them, feeling their astonishing softness and elasticity. My fingertips subtly brushed over the two rosy buds at their tips, which immediately hardened as if startled.

"Hu-husband..." Her voice carried a hint of petulant complaint and pleading, seemingly trying to stop my further actions.

"Heh heh," I chuckled softly, leaned down, and lightly pecked her rosy nipple, "Ying'er's here... seems to miss your husband very much..."

"Ah! You..." She blushed crimson, wanting to push me away, but I held her firmly.

I embraced her, my lips against her ear, whispering with suggestive breath, "Don't rush... Later... your husband will properly cherish them..."

My hand continued to roam downwards, sliding past her flat lower abdomen, reaching the mysterious valley between her thighs. Through the sparse down, I could feel its wetness and warmth.

"Mmm..." She sensitively writhed a little, her legs instinctively clamping together.

"Relax, Ying'er..." I gently parted the wet flower petals with my fingers, tentatively touching the hidden flower core deep within, while softly soothing her, "Let your husband see... if this place also misses your husband..."

"Mm... ah... Husband... don't... don't touch there..." Her voice was tearful, her body trembling more violently, streams of hot fluid gushed from between her thighs, soaking my fingers.

Watching her so overcome with lust yet desperately trying to hold back, the wicked fire in my heart was completely ignited! But I knew, it wasn't time yet!

I suppressed the urge to immediately have her on the spot, straightened up, picked her up, and slowly placed her into the warm bathtub.

"Splash..." The sound of water filled the air as the warm water enveloped her body, making her sigh comfortably, and her tense body relaxed slightly.

"Come, Ying'er," I picked up a soft cloth, dampened it with hot water, my face still wearing a gentle smile, "Let your husband... properly serve you in your bath..."

But deep in my eyes, the excited gleam of an impending "hunt" flickered!

Warm steam filled the entire bathroom, candlelight flickered, casting my and Li Ying's figures onto the damp walls, intertwining into suggestive shadows. Li Ying was immersed in the warm water, floating with petals, only her rounded, fragrant shoulders and delicate collarbones visible. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes closed, tiny water droplets clinging to her long eyelashes, her rosy lips slightly parted, trembling gently with her breath, that languid and hazy appearance was practically a silent invitation.

My fingers, wet with warm water, roamed over her smooth, delicate skin like the most agile paintbrush. I meticulously cleansed every inch of her skin, yet deliberately lingered on her sensitive areas.

When the soft cloth glided over her full breasts, I would intentionally use my fingertips to gently circle her erect nipples, feeling them grow even harder under my touch. She would let out a suppressed moan, her body uncontrollably arching backward, wanting to evade, but to no avail.

When my hand reached her slender waist and smooth armpits, I would lightly tickle with my fingertips, making her giggle, yet gasp continuously, her body writhing, splashing water everywhere.

And when I came to her smooth inner thighs, my movements would become even gentler, my fingers subtly exploring upwards, nearing that mysterious valley. With every approach, I could feel her body tremble and the warmth and wetness between her thighs.

"Ying'er..." I leaned close to her, whispering in her ear, my voice hoarse with desire, "Your here... is so wet..."

"Mm... Husband... don't..." Her voice was tearful, her legs clamped tighter, her cheeks flushed as if about to drip blood, yet her body honestly leaned closer to me, as if seeking more comfort.

My gaze fell upon her jade feet immersed in the water. Fair, small, exquisitely shaped... a perfect work of art. Yet this work of art had endured such brutal treatment last night! Ravaged by that filthy black slave, countless viscous cum ejaculated deep inside by that monstrous big black cock, through torn black silk!

The moment I thought of this, my breath hitched! A powerful surge of intertwined jealousy and excitement instantly rushed to my head! I couldn't wait to confirm if these feet, after last night's "baptism," had truly become exceptionally sensitive, just as I'd expected!

I took a deep breath, a gentle smile returning to my face, and said with an unquestionable tone, "Ying'er, lift your feet, your husband will help you wash them properly."

Li Ying's body visibly stiffened! She suddenly opened her eyes, which were filled with terror and resistance! "No... no need, Husband... I can do it myself..." She frantically tried to hide her feet deeper underwater.

"Be obedient." My tone was still gentle, but my gaze held unquestionable authority.

She met my gaze, her body flinching slightly, and ultimately dared not disobey. She bit her lower lip, her eyes welling up, with endless shame and fear, slowly and tremblingly, she lifted her pair of small, jade-like feet out of the water.

I immediately extended my hands and carefully cupped them. They felt warm and slippery to the touch, their skin as fine as the best silk. But I could distinctly feel these feet trembling violently in my palms!

"Don't be afraid, Ying'er..." I gently soothed her, but my hands moved without hesitation. I picked up the cloth, dampened it with hot water, and began to meticulously wash her small feet. From her slender ankles, to her rounded heels, then to her dainty, adorable toes... I cleaned them with exceptional care, as if polishing a peerless treasure.

But my fingers, always subtly, forcefully pressed a certain acupoint on the sole of her foot, or lightly scraped her sensitive arch with a fingernail!

"Mmm!!" Every such "inadvertent" touch made Li Ying let out a short, sharp moan! Her body jolted up as if pricked by a needle, her toes curled tightly, then slightly parted due to pain and a strange pleasure! Her face utterly lost all color, her lips trembled, but she couldn't make a sound!

The reaction was too strong! Even more sensitive than last night, through the stockings!

My heart swelled with ecstasy! These feet had been completely "developed"!

I put down the cloth, and directly used my fingers to wantonly knead, press, and scratch her smooth, warm, and extraordinarily sensitive soles!

"Ah... ahh... no... Husband... please... don't touch there... itches... hurts... ah..." She completely broke down! Pleading, crying, her body violently twisting and struggling in the water, yet unable to escape my control! That wasn't just simple pain, nor mere itching, but a complex sensation of fear, shame, pain, and an indescribable pleasure all mixed together!

Watching her being toyed with in the palm of my hand, screaming hysterically amidst extreme stimulation, I felt my little cock was about to explode from hardness!

Just then, I pretended to ask casually, my tone as light as if it were an offhand remark: "Speaking of which... Ying'er, last night... when your husband saw Zaha massaging your feet, his strength seemed quite considerable... and he even used that filthy tongue to lick your toes... How did you... feel then? Was it... very 'comfortable'?"

"!!!"

The moment my words fell, Li Ying's screams abruptly stopped! She froze rigidly in the water as if under a paralysis spell! The color instantly drained from her face, turning ashen white like paper! Her pupils widened in terror, staring fixedly at me, as if she had seen something most horrifying! Her lips trembled violently, yet she couldn't utter a single word!

Fear! Extreme fear!

She hadn't expected it! That I would actually bring up that most unbearable, most humiliating scene from last night! And with such an understated tone!

Watching her so utterly stunned with fear, a cruel pleasure surged within me! This is exactly what I wanted! To peel away her facade bit by bit! To make her confront her body's degradation and desire directly!

I didn't press further, nor did I continue to toy with her feet. I knew the timing was right. Too much is as bad as too little.

I put down her feet, quickly took off my underpants, then stepped into the bathtub. The warm water immediately enveloped my body.

I gently embraced her still stiff and trembling body from behind, resting my chin in her shoulder hollow, and softly said, "There, there, don't be afraid... your husband won't ask anymore... it's all over..."

My little cock was exceptionally hard from the previous stimulation, currently pressing tightly between her plump buttocks, feeling the astonishing elasticity and softness through a layer of slippery skin.

I began to gently caress her body with my hands, kneading her full breasts, kissing her sensitive earlobes and neck, attempting to soothe her startled emotions with tenderness and physical intimacy.

She didn't resist, merely leaning weakly into my embrace, her body still slightly trembling, as if she hadn't fully recovered from the recent fright.

We embraced tightly in the water, skin against skin, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeats. Water rippled, candlelight flickered, the air permeated with a thick erotic atmosphere.

After a moment of tender intimacy, I felt her body gradually relax, and her breathing became much steadier.

"Alright, the water's getting cold, let's get out," I said softly.

"Mm..." She murmured a low response.

I stepped out of the bathtub first, then bent down and lifted her from the water. She obediently wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her head on my shoulder.

I carefully dried the water droplets from her body with a clean, soft silk cloth, every movement exceedingly gentle. Then, I carried her to the soft couch nearby, laid her down, and covered her with a thin blanket.

"Ying'er, rest for a bit. Your husband will be right back." I soothingly pressed a kiss on her forehead, then turned and exited the bathroom.

The bath was over, but tonight's "main act" had only just begun...

I carefully carried Li Ying back to the bedroom, gently placed her on the soft, wide bed, and covered her with the brocade quilt. She still seemed somewhat shaken, her eyes lost, staring at the tassels on the ceiling, like a startled fawn with nowhere to run.

Watching her pitiable appearance, an endless tenderness rose in my heart and... an even stronger sadistic desire. The more she feared, the more she depended, the more I wanted to see her completely fall into depravity before me, blossoming into that unknown lewd side.

I sat by the bed, gently holding her hand that lay outside the quilt, and softly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Ying'er, your husband is here."

She seemed to be brought back to her senses by my voice, turning her head to look at me, her eyes filled with dependence and an imperceptible hint of pleading.

My gaze involuntarily fell once more on her exquisite jade feet beneath the quilt. After the "special attention" they received in the bathroom just now, they must be even more sensitive, right?

I suppressed the urge to immediately throw off the quilt and investigate, merely stroking the back of her hand with my fingers, feigning nonchalance as I said, "Just now in the bathroom, the steam was too thick, I couldn't see clearly... Ying'er's feet, do they really not hurt anymore?"

Her body trembled imperceptibly! The blush that had only just faded from her face reappeared! Her eyes instantly grew panicked, and she instinctively tried to pull her feet back under the quilt.

"Hu-husband..." Her voice held a hint of pleading, "It really... doesn't hurt anymore..."

Although she said so with her mouth, her violent reaction revealed everything! Her feet must be incredibly sensitive now! Even a light touch could make her lose composure and scream again!

Haha! Excellent! This discovery put me in a great mood!

I didn't continue this topic, but instead changed the subject, leaning close to her ear, and whispered in a seductive tone, "Ying'er looks truly beautiful after her bath... However, your husband acquired something novel a few days ago, and I think Ying'er would look even better wearing it..."

As I spoke, with a thought, I opened the system shop. 40 points, what should I buy?

My gaze swept over the dazzling array of silk stockings and high heels. Got it! This one! Shiny white stockings! Their pearl-like luster, worn on Ying'er's snow-white, slender legs, would surely be maddeningly sexy! And pair them with... peep-toe high heels! The open-front design would not only reveal her cute, polished toes but also perfectly arch her instep, making them even more alluring!

Shiny white stockings cost 15 points, while peep-toe high heels were relatively more expensive, requiring 25 points. Exactly 40 points! Perfect!

"Redeem!" I silently chanted in my mind.

Instantly, two brand-new items appeared in my system space. I pretended to take them from the chest by the bed and brought them before Li Ying.

"Ying'er, look, these are exotic items from the Western Regions that your husband specially found for you..." I showed her the pair of shiny white silk stockings radiating a pearly luster and the exquisite white peep-toe high heels.

Li Ying looked at these two items, clearly modern in style and full of erotic suggestion, especially the daring peep-toe high heels, and her cheeks instantly flushed crimson! Her eyes were filled with shame and resistance! "Husband... this... this is too much..."

"Hush..." I gently pressed my index finger on her soft lips, stopping her mid-sentence. "Your husband thinks you'll look beautiful in them, Ying'er... Come, let your husband help you put them on, alright?" My tone was gentle, but my gaze held an undeniable persistence.

Li Ying looked at the burning desire and persistence in my eyes, knowing she couldn't refuse. She shamefully closed her eyes, nodded slightly, and turned her face away, not daring to look anymore.

Gaining her tacit consent, a wave of ecstasy surged through me! I carefully lifted the quilt, revealing her perfectly beautiful Jade Feet, which were still trembling slightly. Then, I picked up the shiny white silk stockings, like flowing moonlight, and gently, little by little, helped her put them on.

The material of the stockings was incredibly smooth, clinging tightly to her skin, shimmering with an enchanting pearly luster in the candlelight, perfectly outlining the graceful curves of her legs! The purity of white formed a stark contrast with the erotic implications inherent in the stockings themselves!

Next, came the white peep-toe high heels. The heels were very high, and the peep-toe design at the front perfectly revealed her rounded, lovely toes, whose nails, painted with bright red cochineal, appeared exceptionally seductive against the white shoe surface! I gently cupped her foot, helped her slide her silky small foot into the shoe, and then fastened the thin strap around her ankle.

When both shoes were on, I stepped back, carefully admiring my "masterpiece."

My God! So beautiful! So sexy!

Li Ying, lying on the bed wearing the shiny white silk stockings and white peep-toe high heels, her legs appeared even more slender and alluringly upturned due to the effect of the high heels! The white stockings gleamed with an alluring luster, tightly encasing her plump and rounded calves and thighs, and the peep-toe design allowed her lovely toes to peek out tantalizingly! The towering heels perfectly arched her foot's instep, forming a curve that drove me wild!

This sight made my blood surge instantly! My little cock below had long since hardened like an iron rod, its tip constantly oozing fluid! I was practically unable to control the urge to pounce on her!

Li Ying felt my burning gaze and, in shame, tried to pull her legs back under the quilt, but I held her ankles down.

"Don't move, Ying'er..." My voice became deep and hoarse with lust. "Let your husband... have a good look..."

I leaned down, pressing my lips to her silk-stockinged ankle, gently licking the smooth skin, feeling the slipperiness of the stockings and the warmth of her skin.

"Mm..." She let out a faint moan, her foot trembling slightly.

My gaze fell upon my little cock, only three inches long, yet exceptionally rigid at this moment. Then I looked at the peerless beauty before me, adorned by silk stockings and high heels, like a seductress... A powerful sense of inferiority intertwined with an even stronger desire!

I needed her! Needed her service! Needed her mouth!

"Ying'er..." I raised my head, looking at her with burning eyes. "Use your mouth... help your husband..."

Hearing this explicit request, Li Ying's face flushed even deeper crimson in an instant! She shamefully wanted to refuse, but seeing the almost pleading, lust-filled gaze in my eyes, and... my truly "pitiable" little cock between my legs, her heart softened again.

She hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded shyly.

I immediately excitedly parted her legs, bringing my hot, hard little cock to her mouth.

Li Ying closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, then slowly opened her rosy, soft cherry lips. Carefully, with a hint of pity and shame, she... completely took my three-inch-long little cock into her mouth!

"Mmm!" A wave of warm, slippery, extreme pleasure instantly enveloped my little cock! Her mouth was so warm, soft, and moist! Her tongue skillfully rolled and sucked!

My little cock was too small! She didn't even need to try hard to swallow it whole! That feeling... it was like being wrapped by a warm, tight little hole! More stimulating than any intercourse!

Her tongue was skillful (though I didn't know where she learned it), sometimes licking the glans, sometimes rolling around the shaft, sometimes lightly touching the urethral opening with its tip... Every tease made my scalp tingle with pleasure, almost making me surrender immediately!

But I knew, this wasn't enough! Just this wasn't enough to satisfy my perverted desire!

I watched her diligently serving me, watched her cheeks slightly bulge with her movements, watched her sexy figure lying on the bed in silk stockings and high heels... An even more stimulating thought surged forward!

What if... what if what was in her mouth right now wasn't my pitiable little thing, but Zaha's ferocious big black cock... or Abu's even thicker one! What a sight that would be?!

Her cherry mouth would be stretched to its limit! Her jaw might dislocate! Saliva would uncontrollably drool from the corners of her mouth! She would be thrust by that thick black cock, dry heaving constantly, her throat emitting painful yet excited whimpers! And the tip of that black cock would keep secreting a rank liquid, flowing into her throat...

Could she still casually play with it with her tongue, like she was now? She'd probably be fucked speechless by then, wouldn't she?!

This obscene fantasy scene, like the strongest aphrodisiac, instantly ignited all my desires! Intense jealousy! Intense shame! And... even more intense excitement!

"Oh... Ying'er... my good Ying'er..." I could no longer restrain myself, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. My hands gripped her hair, and my hips began to thrust uncontrollably within her warm, moist mouth!

Although my little cock couldn't give her the deep-throat sensation like a black dick, this perverted pleasure of being gently served by her while fantasizing about her being ravaged by a black dick, brought me to an extreme peak of pleasure!

"Mm... ah..." Li Ying seemed to sense my excitement; her sucking motions became more forceful, and her tongue more agile in teasing, as if she wanted to bring me to climax as quickly as possible.

Amidst this intertwining of real service and obscene fantasy, I felt a hot current rush to my head!

"Ah—! Ying'er!" I let out a short, satisfied growl, my body arching sharply! A thin yet scorching stream of semen spurted out intermittently from the tip of my pitiable little cock! All of it shot into her warm, moist mouth!

That pitiable amount of semen probably wasn't even enough to fill the gaps in her teeth... If it were Zaha or Abu... their semen could probably fill her entire mouth, perhaps even overflowing from the corners of her lips...

The afterglow of orgasm had not yet faded when a strong sense of shame and inferiority once again flooded my heart, but closely following it was an even stronger, almost pathological sense of satisfaction!

I lay limp on the bed, breathing heavily, watching Li Ying slowly raise her head. A trace of white semen still clung to the corner of her lips, her eyes bewildered and complex, as if she hadn't yet fully recovered from the service she had just performed.

As the afterglow of climax gradually receded, I felt a wave of fatigue, but even more so, a pathological sense of satisfaction. Seeing that trace of my thin, white fluid lingering at the corner of Li Ying's mouth, the flame of mockery and control in my heart ignited once more.

She seemed to have recovered slightly from her previous daze, looking at me with complex eyes—eyes that held shame, confusion, and even a hint of... imperceptible pity? Was it pity for my "pitiable" little cock?

This thought pricked my heart, then immediately transformed into an even more intense pleasure of humiliation!

I propped myself up, leaned closer to her, and gently wiped the semen from the corner of her mouth with my finger. Then, I brought my finger before her, asking softly: "Ying'er... how does this bit of your husband's taste? Should you swallow it... or spit it out?"

Li Ying's cheeks instantly flushed crimson again! She turned her head away as if startled, not daring to look at my semen-stained finger, much less answer my explicit question!

"Hm?" I deliberately dragged out my tone, wiggling my finger before her eyes. "Ying'er hasn't answered your husband yet..."

She bit her lower lip tightly, her body trembling slightly, seemingly engaged in a fierce internal struggle. After a long while, as if she had made up her mind, she turned her head, her eyes filled with a desperate shame and humiliation, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet clearly audible to me:

"Your husband's little bit... it's thin and scanty... how could it compare... compare to that black brute Zaha's thick cum... even if I swallowed it, there'd be no taste... and if I spit it out... it would just dirty the place..."

She did! She actually compared it to Zaha! And in such a direct, humiliating way!

"Hahahaha!" I could no longer hold back, bursting into laughter! This laughter was filled with satisfaction, excitement, and an extreme, perverted pleasure! "Well said! Well said, Ying'er! Truly my good wife!"

This is what I wanted to hear! I wanted to hear her personally admit my "impotence"! Acknowledge the "power" of the black dick! The humiliation brought by this comparison was, to me, simply supreme enjoyment!

"Then... in Ying'er's opinion... what should be done?" I suppressed my laughter and continued to press her.

Li Ying seemed somewhat bewildered by my reaction, paused for a moment, then shamefully turned her head away, saying in a barely audible voice: "This... this humble servant does not know... Husband, you decide yourself..." As she spoke, she suddenly opened her mouth and forcefully spat the remaining semen into the spittoon by the bed, with a distinct sound of disgust! Her action carried obvious disdain!

Good! Excellent! Even the act of spitting it out showed disdain! This was simply perfect!

The satisfaction in my heart reached its peak! Watching her look so mortified with shame and indignation, wishing she could crawl into a hole, my sense of control over her grew even stronger.

My gaze once again fell upon her Jade Feet, clad in shiny white silk stockings and white peep-toe high heels. The probing in the bathroom earlier wasn't enough... Now, having experienced the stimulation of oral sex and verbal humiliation, her body and mind should be in an even more sensitive state...

I stretched out my hand, reaching for her ankle again.

Unexpectedly, this time, although her body still trembled instinctively, she didn't resist or recoil as fiercely as before! She merely furrowed her brows slightly, watching my hand with complex eyes, and didn't pull her foot back!

There's a chance! It seems the oral sex and humiliation just now had made her, to some extent... accept this stimulation? Even... begin to enjoy it?

My heart rate sped up again! I gently grasped her silk-stockinged ankle; it felt smooth and cool to the touch. Then, my fingers, like the most devout worshipper, began to gently, tentatively... caress her unusually sensitive sole.

"Mmm..." A suppressed, trembling moan escaped her throat! Her body arched slightly, her toes instinctively curled, but soon relaxed again! Although her face still carried a blush of shame, in her eyes... there no longer seemed to be pure fear and resistance; instead, there was a hint of... bewilderment and... desire?!

She was enjoying it! She was actually enjoying my caress! Even if this caress carried the meaning of humiliation, even if this caress made her recall the scene of being ravaged by the black cock last night!

This discovery made me ecstatic! My training was finally starting to show results! She was no longer that completely resistant chaste woman; her body, her instincts, had begun to surrender to desire!

"Ying'er... do you like your husband touching your feet like this?" I continued to tease her sensitive sole and toe gaps with my fingers, whispering in her ear.

"Mm... ah... Husband... stop..." Her reply was still moans and symbolic refusal, but her body twisted more honestly; her silk-clad legs even rubbed together slightly, and her inner thighs must have been a muddy mess again!

The time was ripe!

"Ying'er..." I lifted her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes, commanding in an undeniable tone, "Use your beautiful feet... to clamp your husband's little cock... just like... last night..."

Upon hearing this, Li Ying's body suddenly trembled! Fear and shame flashed in her eyes once again! But this time, she didn't resist fiercely as before; she merely hesitated for a moment, then... slowly, with endless humiliation and a trace of excitement she herself hadn't noticed... she parted her Jade Feet, clad in shiny white silk stockings and white peep-toe high heels!

She slightly lifted her legs, her arches taut, revealing a narrow and alluring crevice, awaiting my "favor."

Excitedly, I raised my little cock, which had already engorged again, still short but exceptionally hard. Carefully, with a pilgrim-like reverence, I... sent it into that soul-captivating, bone-eroding soft sanctuary formed by shiny white silk stockings and perfect Jade Feet!

"Ah..." This time, it was my turn to let out a sigh of satisfaction!

Slippery! So slippery! The texture of the shiny white silk stockings was even smoother than last night's black silk stockings! My little cock felt almost no friction within them, only the extreme pleasure of being tightly enveloped and squeezed by her soft, delicate foot flesh! And her cute toes, exposed by the peep-toe shoes and painted with cochineal, occasionally brushed against my glans, sending waves of electric tingling numbness!

"Ying'er... clamp down... a little tighter..." I panted heavily, my hands pressing on her high-heeled ankles, and slowly began to thrust.

Li Ying closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her face covered in a deep blush, her lips unconsciously parted, emitting fragmented, discordant moans. Her feet obediently cooperated with my movements, sometimes clamping down, sometimes relaxing, each time providing me with just the right amount of stimulation!

Watching her, immersed in lust, half-reluctantly using her noble Jade Feet, clad in silk stockings and high heels, to give a footjob to her "impotent" husband... My heart was filled with an unspeakable perverted satisfaction!

This time, there was no comparison to a black dick, no humiliation of internal ejaculation; rather, it was a pure, foot fetish pleasure that struck deep into my soul, brought by the silk stockings, high heels, Jade Feet, and her half-willing, half-reluctant posture!

I felt myself about to climax again! Faster than during the oral sex!

"Ying'er... your husband... is about to... about to cum..." I panted urgently, speeding up my thrusts!

Just as I was about to reach the peak, I released her ankles, rolled off the bed, and adjusted my underpants.

"Hm?" Li Ying seemed to open her eyes in confusion, looking at me dazedly.

"Ying'er is tired; sleep in these, don't take them off," I said softly, leaning in to kiss her forehead, my tone carrying an undeniable hint. "Your husband has some matters to attend to in the study; you go to sleep first."

After saying that, I no longer looked at her eyes, which were filled with confusion and loss (perhaps even a hint of dissatisfaction?), and quickly turned to leave the bedroom.

Leaving before my desire fully erupted was to maintain an air of mystery and to better control the pace. Moreover... tonight's stimulation was already plenty; I needed some time to savor and record it.

Rushing to the study! I felt like I couldn't hold it in any longer! I had to find a place to release it immediately! Perhaps... I could use that pair of damaged black silk stockings stained with mixed semen?!

I practically stumbled into the study, locking the door behind me, then leaned against the door panel, panting heavily. The footjob that was forcibly interrupted in the bedroom earlier now left me burning with lust, my little cock aching severely, almost ready to explode!

I walked to the desk, and with trembling hands, opened the bottom drawer, taking out the locked brocade box. Opening the box, the pair of [Damaged Black Silk Stockings (Souvenir)], filled with the aura of sin and debauchery, lay quietly within.

In the candlelight, the holes fucked into the stockings by Zaha's big black cock were clearly visible, and the congealed traces of mixed semen belonging to me, Li Ying, and Zaha, emitted a complex and stimulating scent!

Just by looking at these stockings and smelling this obscene scent, my little cock hardened even more! I couldn't hold back any longer!

I tightly clutched the damaged black silk stockings, which carried endless humiliation and pleasure, in my hand. Their material still retained a hint of silkiness, but more so, the rough texture of dried semen. I brought them to my nose, taking a deep breath of that perverted scent, mingled with Ying'er's body fragrance, sweat, my semen, and... Zaha's strong, rank, seminal odor!

"Ugh ah..." I let out a suppressed moan, pulled out my three-inch-long, yet exceptionally hard little cock, and then tightly wrapped it in the damaged black silk stockings, which were stained with mixed semen!

Cold, rough, slippery... a complex and contradictory sensation instantly spread through my little cock and throughout my body!

Especially the dried semen stains lingering on the edges of the holes, belonging to Zaha, rubbing against my sensitive glans, bringing waves of electric tingling numbness and intense shame! In my mind, the utterly debauched scene from last night instantly flashed: Ying'er's fair, tender Jade Feet, clad in black silk stockings, being brutally fucked by Zaha's big black cock! Thick white cum erupted like a volcano, showering her slutty feet! She moaned wantonly and passed out! And I, hiding outside the window, trembled with excitement all over!

And just now! Ying'er, in shiny white silk stockings and white peep-toe high heels, looking so sexy and alluring! She lay beneath me, using her slutty feet, ravaged by a black dick, to service me! Her feet had become so sensitive! My little cock rubbing between her silky Jade Feet, that feeling...

"Ah... Ying'er... my good Ying'er... your feet are so slutty... so sensitive... it's different after being fucked by a black cock... Fuck... Zaha... Abu... you black dogs... just wait... someday... I'll make you all... all fuck my wife until she's broken..."

While frantically stroking my little cock, wrapped in the damaged black silk stockings, I incoherently roared the most obscene, most perverse cuckold slave declarations!

Intense shame and extreme excitement intertwined, sweeping over my sanity like a tsunami!

"Ah---!!!"

Finally, after a violent spasm, I let out a satisfied yet empty roar! A stream of white fluid, slightly thicker than any previous time (but only slightly), spurted from the tip of my little cock! All of it shot onto the utterly defiled, damaged black silk stockings! Re-wetting and covering the traces of mixed semen already on them!

After the climax, a huge sense of emptiness swept over me. I slumped in my chair, breathing heavily, looking at the damaged black silk stockings in my hand, now covered in fresh semen. My heart was filled with complex emotions. Satisfaction, excitement, emptiness, and a hint of... sorrow?

I shook my head, dispelling that untimely emotion. I am a cuckold slave! Enjoying this humiliation and pleasure is what I should do!

I carefully wiped clean the damaged black silk stockings that had once again been "polluted" by my semen (of course, only the surface, those deeper traces couldn't be wiped away), then put them back into the brocade box and locked it securely.

After calming down slightly, I opened the system interface.

[High Heel Fascination - Beginner]task... Completed!

As expected! Having Ying'er give me oral sex while wearing peep-toe high heels also counted as "non-foot sexual activity"! Although the process was a bit cunning, the system still deemed it completed!

Task Reward: System Points +20! Special Item [Foot Scanner]x1!

Excellent! 20 points! Adding the 0 points remaining from before, I now have 20 points! Although it's still not enough to buy that erotic dice (which needs 30 points), it's still a considerable gain! What's that [Foot Scanner]thing?

I checked the item description: [Foot Scanner: Can precisely scan and record the target's foot 3D data, used for customizing perfectly fitting footwear or making foot models.]

This is good! With this, I can customize all sorts of exclusive high heels for Ying'er in the future! I can even make a perfect jade foot model of hers... The thought alone excites me!

I checked the task list again; no new mandatory tasks had been issued for now, only the long-term [Benevolent Healer]was still there. It seems the system also knows I need time to digest and plan.

Now I have 20 points... I'm only 10 points away from getting the dice. Tomorrow at the clinic, I must complete a task!

After dealing with the system matters, my mood had calmed considerably, but another thought emerged—that black dog, Zaha! I was almost infuriated to death by his persistent big cock just now! I must go "discipline" him again! And while I'm at it... see if I can extract some more perverted pleasure from him!

I went to the backyard again. Zaha was still kneeling in place. Seeing me appear, he shivered in fear.

"Master…"

"Get up!" I commanded coldly, walking up to him. "Just now, I told you to cum quickly, and you couldn't do it?"

"This... This humble one deserves to die..." Zaha's face turned pale with fright. "This humble one's thing... it... it won't obey..."

"Useless!" I cursed inwardly, but a playful smile appeared on my face. "Since it's so disobedient... then tonight, let it 'calm down' properly!"

I pointed to a nearby rough, angular bluestone slab used as a footrest: "Against this stone, take that thing of yours... and stroke it out! Remember, be quick! You must cum within ten counts! If you can't..." My voice turned cold, "You won't have to serve the Madam tomorrow night!"

"Ah?!" Zaha's face instantly turned ashen upon hearing this! Not being able to serve the Madam?! To him, this was a punishment worse than death! His eyes filled with fear and despair, but even more, a madness born of being pushed to the brink!

"Yes! Master! This humble one will do it now!" He immediately untied his trousers, pulled out his black cock, which had softened somewhat due to fear and the earlier fright, and then, against the cold, rough bluestone slab, began to frantically stroke it!

His movements were extremely rough, almost masturbating in a self-harming way! The black dick rubbed against the rough stone surface, quickly becoming engorged and firm again! But he seemed to feel no pain at all, only desperately speeding up, trying to cum within those damned ten counts!

"One... two... three..." I began to count coldly.

Zaha's breathing grew heavier and heavier, his face was flushed red, and veins bulged on his forehead! His black cock was already hard as an iron rod, its tip constantly secreting mucus, leaving slippery traces on the bluestone slab! But damn it! He just couldn't cum!

"Eight... nine..." My brows furrowed. This black dog's stamina was too good, wasn't it?! He couldn't cum even with self-harming masturbation like this?! Wasn't this indirectly humiliating my "premature ejaculation"?!

"Ten!" I finished counting the last number. Zaha still hadn't cum! He desperately stopped his movements, his still firm black cock hanging limply, the mucus at its tip mixed with a trace of blood (skin torn by the stone slab?!), looking especially pathetic.

"Useless!" My heart burned with rage! There was both the annoyance of my plan being disrupted and the anger of being severely humiliated by this black dick's persistence! "You can't even do such a small thing right! What use are you to me!"

I raised my foot, intending to kick him, but then thought better of it; this dog was still useful, I couldn't really cripple him.

"Get back!" I suppressed my anger and said coldly, "Reflect well tonight! If you dare to disappoint your husband again tomorrow..."

"Yes, yes, yes! This humble one knows his mistake! Thank you, Master, for not punishing me!" Zaha ran back to his hut, crawling and scrambling, as if granted a great pardon.

Watching his pathetic retreating figure, my anger dissipated considerably, replaced by an even more twisted sense of pleasure. Although I hadn't seen his embarrassed expression as he ejaculated quickly, this "humiliation" of being unable to complete the task due to his persistence seemed even more stimulating?

With such complex feelings, I returned to the bedroom door. I didn't push the door open immediately, but quietly leaned closer to the crack, peeking inside.

Ying'er was still in the position I had left her in, lying on her side on the bed, wearing those sexy shiny white silk stockings and white peep-toe high heels. In the candlelight, her curves were exquisite, the white silk shimmered with an alluring luster, and the high heels accentuated her jade feet, making them incredibly provocative. She seemed to have fallen asleep, her breathing even, her serene sleeping face forming a strong contrast with her erotic attire.

Seeing her so unguarded, allowing me to "manipulate" her, my heart rate quickened again. Tonight... it was truly a stimulating night.

I stood at the door for a moment, calming my emotions, then gently pushed the door open and walked in. Changing into my sleepwear, I came to the bedside.

Looking at Ying'er's tranquil sleeping face, my heart was filled with pity and... the pleasure of conquest. She was still wearing those silk stockings and high heels... let her sleep like that. When she woke up tomorrow morning and saw herself in this state, what kind of humiliated reaction would she have?

I gently lifted a corner of the quilt, lay down beside her, and pulled her into my arms. Her body was warm and soft, carrying a faint fragrance.

Everything that happened tonight replayed in my mind like a movie... her shame, her fear, her submission, her moans... Zaha's big cock, the torn black silk, the mixed semen... and my pathetic small dick and the extreme pleasure gained through humiliation...

All of it made me feel incredibly satisfied and excited.

Holding my beautiful wife, who was wearing silk stockings and high heels, in my arms, I gradually drifted into dreamland, full of infinite anticipation for the future.