The audacious "training" continued, now spilling into the open air of the garden. Jian watched, his senses alight, as Mr. Davies led his wife outside, both seemingly naked, yet somehow still veiled by the thin, almost imperceptible "skin-colored mesh" Jian pretended to believe in. Mr. Davies settled himself onto her ample glutes, delighting in the subtle sway of his own backside, pressing down, grinding against the yielding form beneath him.
"This special mesh you're wearing, Mr. Davies, it must be incredibly resilient!" Jian remarked, playing the fool, his voice brimming with feigned admiration.
Mr. Davies, with a triumphant smirk, then demonstrated another "yoga" pose, pressing his wife down further, moving in slow, deliberate circles, utterly dominating her with his weight. Jian's wife, her large, rural buttocks now a vibrant red from the relentless pressure and motion, offered a strained smile as she showed Jian the "yoga" with her "boss." The sight of her glistening, reddened glutes, relentlessly worked, sent a jolt of perverse pleasure through Jian.
In a carefully orchestrated move, Jian reached out and gently kissed his wife's hand, a gesture of oblivious devotion. "You are the sweetest, most faithful wife," he murmured, his eyes wide with a manufactured innocence.
Mr. Davies, seizing the opportunity, crushed Jian's wife further beneath him, feigning a difficult yoga stretch. She became his private, yielding seat, her magnificent backside now completely flattened under his weight. Jian's internal System hummed with rewards as he observed her incredible, voluptuous form. He noted the way her glutes were superior to even those of professional adult actresses, their resilience and form making them the perfect instrument for Mr. Davies's pleasure.
"Thank you, Mr. Davies, for educating my wife so thoroughly," Jian stated, a deep, resonant satisfaction in his voice.
Mr. Davies, sensing his supposed ignorance, leaned down and kissed Jian's wife deeply, taking full advantage of the angle that hid their lips from Jian's direct view, leaving only the sight of her powerful buttocks being rigorously "trained." Jian watched, every detail a fuel to his "green" satisfaction, as her ample backside was subjected to this prolonged, intimate "torture," manipulated and molded under Mr. Davies's complete dominion. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the subtle squeak of her body shifting, the low grunts of Mr. Davies, all contributed to the intoxicating symphony of his orchestrated reality.