The journey was an eternity.
The heavy, dark metal chains that shackled Liu Erlong's wrists were not just a physical restraint; they were a profound, spiritual cage. Her Spirit power, usually a raging, fiery inferno that was a natural extension of her very being, was now a flickering, pathetic candle, trapped deep within her. Her immense physical strength, the power of a Spirit Saint that could shatter boulders and bend steel, was now a mere shadow of its former glory, suppressed and weakened by the loss of its spiritual fuel.
The dozen or so miles from her lonely wooden cabin to the main academy grounds, a distance she could have once crossed in a matter of minutes, was now a grueling, arduous trek. Every step was an effort. Every rustle of the leaves in the dark, silent forest seemed like a potential threat.
She moved through the trees, a solitary, determined figure, her mind a raging storm of humiliation, desperation, and a single, all-consuming, and utterly, completely, and tragically foolish hope.
'This is for Xiaogang,' she told herself, the thought a repeating, desperate mantra that was the only thing keeping her from screaming, from turning back, from simply collapsing in a heap of her own, self-inflicted despair. 'I will get the pills. I will fix my mistake. And he will forgive me. He will see how much I love him. And then… then he will finally, truly, accept me.'
She finally reached the edge of the woods that bordered the main academy. She could see the infirmary building in the distance, a simple, unassuming structure, its windows dark and silent. It was a hundred meters away.
She stopped. She took a deep, shuddering breath, the cool night air a sharp, painful sting in her lungs. She looked down at her own, proud, powerful hands, now bound in the cold, dark metal of her submission.
And then, she got on her hands and knees.
The crawl was a new, and infinitely more profound, level of degradation. The cold, damp earth of the forest floor pressed against her palms, her knees. Sharp pebbles and twigs dug into her skin. The physical pain was a dull, distant thing compared to the raging, all-consuming inferno of her humiliation.
Every inch was a surrender. Every scrape of her knees on the hard ground was a new, fresh wound to her pride.
'He is watching,' she thought, a cold, sick feeling coiling in the pit of her stomach. 'I know he is. He is somewhere in the shadows, watching this. Watching me crawl to him like a pathetic, beaten dog. And he is laughing.'
She reached the edge of the manicured lawn that surrounded the infirmary, and she did not stop. She crawled out of the shadows and into the soft, silvery light of the full moon. She was exposed. She was vulnerable.
She did not know where he was. She just crawled towards the building, her head bowed, her fiery red hair a curtain that hid the silent, shameful tears that were now streaming down her face.
And then, she saw them.
They were just… there. Standing in the shadows at the back of the infirmary, as if they had been waiting for her all along. They had been completely, utterly invisible a moment before.
She froze, her heart a frantic, terrified bird against her ribs.
It was him. Zhang Tian. And beside him, the beautiful, crimson-haired woman she had seen once before. The one who she believed was his maid when she last visited his estate.
But the woman who stood before her now was not a maid.
The last time she had seen her, the woman had been a picture of quiet, humble deference, her eyes downcast, her posture submissive. The woman who stood before her now was her complete opposite.
She stood tall and proud, her magnificent, mature curves a breathtaking silhouette against the moonlight. Her crimson eyes were not downcast; they were blazing with a cold, amused, and utterly, completely, and terrifyingly overbearing light. This was not the temperament of a servant. This was the temperament of a queen.
And Zhang Tian… he was even more handsome, more intimidating than she remembered. He just stood there, his arms crossed over his broad chest, a lazy, amused smile on his perfect lips, radiating an aura of calm, absolute, and unquestionable authority.
"You paused," his voice was a low, mocking drawl that cut through the quiet night. "Did you forget your purpose? Continue crawling, Vice-Dean. I am waiting."
She gritted her teeth, a fresh wave of hot, shameful tears stinging her eyes. With a low, guttural sound that was halfway between a sob and a snarl, she continued her slow, humiliating journey, crawling the final few meters until she was at his feet.
She did not look up. She could not. She just knelt there in the grass, a broken, powerful dragon at the feet of a calm, smiling boy.
"So," he began, his voice a tone of pure, conversational amusement, "you wish to reinstate our little deal. I must admit, I am surprised. Your little outburst in your cabin… it was quite convincing. For a moment, I almost believed you had a spine."
He looked down at her, and she could feel his gaze, a physical, tangible weight on her bowed head.
"But now you have come crawling back. Which means you must be very, very desperate. So, I will be generous. I will give you a choice."
He began to pace in front of her, his movements slow and deliberate. "Our old deal is off the table. You broke it. The price has gone up. You now have two new options. You must choose one."
He stopped and looked down at her. "Option one," he said, his voice a low, intimate purr that made her skin crawl, "is very similar to our old arrangement. There will be no penetration of your pussy with my dick. You will retain your… purity. However, the frequency of our little meetings will now be… unlimited. I can summon you whenever I wish, wherever I wish. And you will perform whatever sexual favors I demand, for as long as I demand them."
He paused, letting the weight of that sink in.
"Option two," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, "is a simpler, more… definitive arrangement. We will meet only once a week. Just as before. But… the restrictions will be lifted. I will have sex with you. I will fuck your pussy. And I will make you my own, personal slut."
He crouched down, his handsome face just inches from hers, his blue eyes gleaming with a dark, cruel light.
"So, what will it be, Liu Erlong?" he whispered, his voice a silken, venomous thread. "Will you protect your precious purity for your pathetic lover, but become my on-call whore for the rest of your life? Or will you surrender your body to me completely, and in exchange, try to have limited interaction with me? The choice is yours."
She just stared at him, her mind a screaming, white-hot vortex of disbelief and a profound, soul-shattering despair. This was not a choice. This was a sentence. A life of endless, unpredictable humiliation, or a single, definitive act of absolute, irrevocable betrayal.
Her mind raced. 'The first option… it is horrible. To be at his beck and call, to be summoned like a dog… but my body… my purity… I can still protect it for Xiaogang. He will never know. And the second option… to let this man, this arrogant, perverted monster, be the first, the only one… to take me… no. No, I cannot. It would be a betrayal of everything I am. Of everything I have ever lived for.'
The choice was a clear, and utterly, completely, and tragically foolish one.
"I… I choose the first option," she whispered, her voice a choked, broken sound.
Ah Yin, who had been a silent, amused observer throughout the entire, beautiful exchange, let out a soft, almost inaudible chuckle.
'Poor, brainless woman,' she thought, her crimson eyes gleaming with a mixture of pity and a deep, profound contempt. 'She thinks she has chosen the lesser of two evils. She does not see that both paths lead to the same destination. But the one she has chosen… it is the slower, more painful, and infinitely more amusing one. With this choice, this brainless woman has not just given him permission to torment her. But rather she has given him unlimited opportunities to break her. To make her so horny, so desperate, so utterly, completely, and mind-numbingly addicted to his touch, that she will be the one on her hands and knees, begging him, pleading with him, to fuck her precious, oh-so-sacred little pussy.'
Zhang Tian just smiled, a slow, satisfied expression. "An excellent choice," he purred. He stood up and, with a wave of his hand, a beautiful, ornate bench of crimson Blood Silver Grass grew from the ground behind him. He and Ah Yin sat down, two magnificent, powerful beings on their living throne.
He looked down at the kneeling, broken woman before him. "Well then," he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "Let us begin your first payment for this week's pills."
He leaned back, a casual, almost bored expression on his face. "Strip," he commanded. "Here and now. And then, you will satisfy my dick. Thrice. First with those magnificent tits of yours. Then with your mouth. And then… we will see."
Liu Erlong's head snapped up, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a dawning, horrified disbelief. "Here?!" she gasped. "In the open?!"
He just looked at her, his expression one of cold, unassailable authority.
She looked around, her heart hammering against her ribs. They were in the open, behind the infirmary, yes. But it was the dead of night. There was no one here. But still… the humiliation of it…
'But I have no choice,' she thought, her mind a desperate, chaotic jumble of shame and a deep, profound resignation. 'This is the price. This is for Xiaogang.'
With a deep, shuddering breath, her hands, which felt like they belonged to someone else, moved to the collar of her crimson leather dress.
The act of stripping, in the cold, open air, under the watchful, amused gazes of her two tormentors, was a new, and infinitely more profound, level of degradation. She had no idea that the entire clearing was enveloped in their silent, invisible domain, that no one, not even a god, could see what was happening here. To her, she was stripping naked in the middle of her own academy.
She pulled the tight, leather dress over her head, her movements stiff and jerky. Her magnificent, powerful, and voluptuous body was revealed to the cool night air, her pale skin a stark, beautiful contrast to the dark, shadowy trees behind her.
And as she performed her humiliating task, she was forced to watch as the two of them, the two who were the architects of her torment, engaged in their own, private, and incredibly intimate display of affection.
Zhang Tian leaned over and kissed Ah Yin, a long, slow, and deeply passionate kiss. His hand slipped inside the collar of her simple, elegant robes, his fingers finding her magnificent, heavy breast.
Ah Yin's own hands were not idle. They slipped inside his robes, her fingers tracing the hard, chiseled lines of his abs, her nails a delightful, exquisite torment against his skin. She broke the kiss and moved to his neck, her lips and teeth a wonderful, possessive brand on his skin.
They were in their own world, a world of shared, intimate passion. And she… she was just the entertainment.
She finally stood before him, completely naked, her body trembling with a mixture of cold, shame, and a strange, treacherous excitement.
He broke his kiss with Ah Yin and looked at her, his gaze a hot, possessive thing that made her skin burn.
"Come here," he commanded.
She walked to him and knelt before him once more. She pulled down his trousers, and his magnificent, erect dick sprang free, a sight that still, even now, made her breath catch in her throat.
She took it in her hands. It was hot, hard, and impossibly, brutally large.
"The tits first," he commanded.
She knew what to do this time. She took her own, magnificent, heavy breasts in her hands and squeezed them together, creating a soft, warm, and incredibly inviting valley of flesh. She lowered herself onto his dick, the thick, hard shaft sliding between her soft, full boobs, her hard, erect pink nipples brushing against its sides.
She began to move, a slow, rhythmic, and deeply humiliating to-and-fro motion, her mind a blank, white haze of shame and a dark, budding pleasure.
And as she worked, as she debased herself for the sake of her lover, her tormentor, the man who was the object of her shame, simply turned his attention back to his own, true love.
He began to kiss Ah Yin again, his hands roaming her body, their soft, happy moans a beautiful, cruel symphony that was the soundtrack to her own, personal hell.
The minutes stretched into an eternity. Five minutes. Ten. Her arms ached from holding her own heavy breasts, her knees were raw from the cold, damp ground. And still, he did not cum.
She could feel his dick, hard and unyielding between her tits. He was enjoying it, yes. She could feel the subtle tremors in his body, hear the low, appreciative groans that mingled with the soft, happy moans of the woman he held in his arms. But he was in control. He was savoring her humiliation.
'This has to end,' she thought, a fresh wave of desperate, hot tears stinging her eyes. 'I can't do this all night. I have to make him cum. I have to make this stop.'
With a resolve born of pure, unadulterated desperation, she lowered her head. Her tongue, a hesitant, shy thing, darted out and licked the swollen, purple head of his dick.
The reaction was instantaneous.
A sharp, guttural hiss was torn from Zhang Tian's throat. His body, which had been a picture of relaxed, casual dominance, suddenly went rigid. The hand that had been gently stroking Ah Yin's breast suddenly clenched, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, making her let out a small, surprised yelp.
Liu Erlong felt the shift in his energy, and a small, treacherous flicker of triumph ignited in her heart. She had found his weakness.
She licked him again, more boldly this time, her tongue tracing the crown of his cock, lapping at the slick, salty pre-cum that beaded at its tip. She continued the rhythmic motion with her magnificent tits, combining the two sensations into a new, and incredibly potent, form of torture.
It took another seven minutes. Seven long, agonizing, and incredibly, shameful, thrilling minutes. And then, with a final, guttural roar that was a mixture of his name and a raw, wordless sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, he came.
His release was a hot, thick, and incredibly copious torrent that sprayed all over her. It coated her magnificent, naked breasts, her stomach, her neck, and her face in a thick, sticky, and deeply, profoundly, and utterly, completely, and soul-crushingly humiliating layer of his seed.
He collapsed back against the bench, his chest heaving, a look of pure, sated bliss on his handsome face.
He looked at her, at the beautiful, powerful Spirit Saint who was now covered in his cum, and a slow, cruel smile touched his lips.
"Don't waste it," he commanded, his voice a low, lazy purr. "Lick it all up. Drink it. My essence is a precious, powerful thing. It would be a shame to let it go to waste."
A wave of pure, nauseating disgust washed over her. To lick his seed off her own body? To drink it? The thought was so vile, so disgusting, that she almost, almost, defied him.
But then, she thought of Xiaogang.
With a deep, shuddering breath, her hands, which felt like they belonged to someone else, moved to her own body. She used her fingers to scoop the thick, sticky fluid from her skin, and she brought them to her lips.
The taste was… not what she expected. It was not unpleasant. It was a strange, complex mixture of salt and a faint, sweet, and almost floral note. It was… strangely addicting. She found herself, to her own profound, and deeply, deeply unsettling horror, almost enjoying it.
When she had cleaned herself completely, a new, more terrifying thought entered her mind. That was only the first one. There were two more to go.
"Now," he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble, his dick already beginning to stir, to harden again, "your mouth."
She had done this once before. The memory was a fresh, raw wound in her mind. But now, there was a strange, almost resigned, sense of familiarity to it. She opened her mouth wide and, with a practiced, almost professional ease that she did not know she possessed, she took him in.
She was better this time. More experienced. She kept her teeth from touching him. She used her tongue, her lips, the very muscles of her throat to pleasure him.
And as she worked, as she debased herself for the sake of her lover, her tormentor, the man who was the object of her shame, simply turned his attention back to his own, true love.
He had already stripped Ah Yin's top, and her magnificent, heavy breasts were now bared to the cool night air. He took one of her hard, erect nipples into his mouth, his tongue and teeth a gentle, exquisite torture.
"Ahhh! Zhang Tian!" Ah Yin moaned, her voice a loud, unrestrained, and joyous sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her head snapped back, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, showing only the whites, a testament to the sheer, overwhelming bliss he was sending through her.
The sound, the sight, it was all a potent, powerful aphrodisiac for Zhang Tian. He felt his own lust, his own desire, surging to new, incredible heights.
His hands, which had been resting on Ah Yin's magnificent, curvaceous ass, moved. They found the back of Liu Erlong's head, his fingers tangling in her fiery red hair.
And then, he pushed.
He was ruthless. He was merciless. He fucked her throat with a raw, primal hunger, his large, thick dick a beautiful, brutal instrument of his will.
The deepthroat was a new, and infinitely more profound, level of torment. It was not just humiliating; it was suffocating. She couldn't breathe. She had to learn, in a matter of seconds, to time her breaths through her nose with the rhythmic, brutal up-and-down motion of his hips.
It went on for what felt like an eternity. Fifteen long, agonizing, and incredibly, shamefully, thrilling minutes. He just held her there, his prisoner, his plaything, his mind completely, utterly, and blissfully lost in the pleasure of her mouth, and the even greater pleasure of Ah Yin's magnificent tits.
He finally came, a deep, guttural roar echoing in the quiet, moonlit clearing. His release was a hot, powerful flood that shot directly down her throat, a torrent so copious she could not even taste it.
He released her head, and she collapsed to the ground, a coughing, sputtering, and sobbing mess. Tears streamed from her eyes, a mixture of pain, of shame, of a deep, profound, and utterly, completely, and soul-crushingly humiliating relief.
She looked up at him, her fiery eyes blazing with a pure, impotent hatred.
He just looked down at her, a calm, almost bored expression on his handsome face.
"I am still horny," he said simply, as if he were commenting on the weather. "And I have thought of what you will do next. You will sit on my lap. And you will make me cum with your thighs."
This was new. A different, strange, and somehow even more intimate, and more humiliating, form of submission.
She had no energy left to refuse. To fight. To even speak.
She slowly, painfully, pulled herself to her feet. She walked to him and, with a deep, shuddering breath, she sat down on his lap. She positioned his still-hard dick between her beautiful, thick, yet soft thighs, just before the entrance to her own, wet, glistening pussy, which was now aching with a deep, profound, and utterly, completely, and shamefully unmet need of its own.
She began to move, a slow, grinding, and deeply, profoundly, and utterly, completely, and heartbreakingly humiliating up-and-down motion, her own body a living, breathing instrument of his pleasure.
And as she worked, as she performed this final, soul-crushing act of her own submission, he simply turned his attention back to his true love.
He began to kiss Ah Yin again, a long, slow, and deeply passionate kiss, his hands now free to roam her magnificent, curvaceous ass, his fingers digging into the soft, firm flesh, his touch a beautiful, cruel work of possession.
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A/N: Check out my other novels like "Harem Master: Seduction System" and the "Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist" and I hope you like this story and those stories as well.
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