A secret exposed under a golden sky: Li Wei confronts his hidden fetish when a celestial screen reveals his complicity in the sexual transformation of his fiancée, Mei Ling.
The afternoon sun bathed the quiet courtyard of the Righteous Sect in golden light, where the young master, Li Wei, sat on a wooden chair, enjoying a moment of peace. His mind, normally occupied with the responsibilities of leading the sect, was currently blank, simply appreciating the gentle breeze swaying the leaves of the nearby trees. However, that tranquility didn't last long. Suddenly, a golden light intensified the sky, as if the sun itself had split in two, revealing a heavenly path that stretched into infinity. Li Wei looked up, his black eyes widening in wonder. He wasn't the only one looking up; the sect disciples had stopped in their tasks, their faces reflecting the same mix of curiosity and awe.
The light wasn't just a visual phenomenon; it also carried with it a palpable energy, as if the universe itself were whispering a secret. And then, in that moment of collective silence, something unexpected happened. A screen of light formed in the air, projecting images that made Li Wei's heart stop for an instant. There, in high definition, was him, masturbating fervently, his face distorted with pleasure. But what truly took his breath away was the accompanying image: his fiancée, Mei Ling—the shy and sweet Mei Ling—was on her knees, receiving oral sex for the first time. The camera captured every detail, from her flushed cheeks to the way her hands gripped the sheets, as if afraid of falling into an abyss of pleasure.
Li Wei felt a knot in his stomach, a mixture of shame and arousal that made him look away for a moment. But the image wouldn't go away, and the whispers of the disciples around him forced him to confront what he was seeing. He remembered that day, how he had handed Mei Ling over to a sect supervisor, an older and experienced man, with the excuse that she needed to learn certain "skills" for her future as the master's wife. In reality, it had been his own perverted curiosity that had led him to allow it, the idea of Mei Ling being initiated into the pleasures of the flesh by another man, while he secretly watched.
Since that day, things had changed. The moans coming from Mei Ling's room had become frequent, and although she never spoke about it, Li Wei knew that different men visited her. The entire sect seemed to be aware of her fetish, and the disciples, far from judging it, had become accomplices. They lined up for the chance to be with Mei Ling, arranging dates where she became the center of attention. Li Wei remembered one particular night, when two disciples, both with imposing members, had taken Mei Ling to a secluded room. There, they had made her kneel, placing their erect penises in front of her face. Mei Ling, her eyes downcast and her cheeks flushed, had obeyed, taking one in each hand and rubbing them together as the men guided her with harsh words and commands.
Li Wei had watched from the shadows, her own hand moving in sync with Mei Ling's movements. She liked watching how she, so shy and reserved in public, transformed into a creature of desire in private. She liked how she drank men's semen, how her lips curved into a satisfied smile after each swallow. And she liked, even if she wouldn't admit it out loud, how men intimidated her, how they made her feel small and submissive, as if her only reason for existing was to please them.
Over time, Li Wei had allowed Mei Ling to sleep with the men of the sect, not just in secret, but right in front of him. The nights of her being tied to the bed, her buttocks exposed and red from the spanking, had become routine. The men, their hard, hot members, took her mercilessly, her moans filling the room. Mei Ling asked for more, begged for more, and Li Wei, though his heart sank at the sight of her like this, couldn't deny the arousal that consumed him.
At that moment, as the light screen continued to project the images of his shame and desire, Li Wei remembered the last time he had been with Mei Ling. It had been a particularly intense session, with three men taking turns taking her, their sweaty bodies glistening in the candlelight. Mei Ling had been at the center, her moans muffled by the penises filling her, her body trembling with each thrust. At the end, when the men had both come, one in her mouth and the other two in her belly, Mei Ling had looked straight into his eyes, a playful smile on her lips. There was a string of semen hanging from her mouth, and in that moment, Li Wei had felt something he couldn't explain: a mixture of love, shame, and desire that had taken his breath away.
Now, as the golden light of the sky faded, leaving behind only silence and the curious gazes of the disciples, Li Wei rose from his chair. The image of Mei Ling, smiling with that trickle of semen, was still etched in his mind. He knew this was not the end, but only the beginning. The depravity he had allowed, that he had fostered, had opened a door that could not be closed. And as he walked towards his room, where Mei Ling would be waiting for him, he couldn't help but wonder what else the future held. The story was far from over, and Li Wei, despite everything, was ready to see how far it would take him.
The door to her room creaked open, and there she was, Mei Ling, sitting up in bed, her black hair falling in waves over her shoulders. Her eyes met Li Wei's, and in them, he saw something that stopped him in his tracks. It wasn't just desire, nor submission, but something deeper, something he couldn't name. Mei Ling smiled, and in that smile, Li Wei saw the reflection of his own soul, dark and complicated.
Behind her, the shadow of a man moved, and Li Wei knew he wasn't alone. But in that moment, he didn't care. All that mattered was Mei Ling, and the promise of more depravity that lay before them. The story would continue, and Li Wei, his heart pounding, was ready to write the next chapter.