Wang Biao's empire of broken brides and humiliated grooms had grown into something he could feel in his bones—a living, pulsing force that followed him everywhere. Mo Huamei now lived half her life in hotel suites with him, her high-society refinement reduced to desperate pleas for rougher treatment.
Lin Lin's mature body had become his favorite milking toy; she'd arrive at his apartment with bottles ready, begging him to drain her while he took her from behind. Even Chen Yiran, stolen from his rival, sent nightly videos of herself masturbating in her fiancé's bed, whispering how empty she felt without his cock.
The power no longer needed a stage. It fed on anything tied to marriage—reunions, anniversaries, even family gatherings celebrating a new union.
That's how he found himself invited to the Xu family compound for a lavish family-reunion wedding. The groom, Xu Jun—a quiet, respectable accountant—was marrying his long-time girlfriend in the sprawling ancestral home's garden. The real draw for Wang Biao, however, was Xu Jun's older sister, Xu Mei.
Twenty-nine. Fierce dark eyes that could cut glass. Long straight hair like black silk. Curvaceous build—strong legs from years of hiking, full hips, and breasts that strained against every modest dress she wore. Warm tan skin from outdoor life. She ran the family business with an iron hand and had a reputation for being untouchable—cold to suitors, loyal to her brother.
Wang Biao wanted to watch that loyalty burn.
The Xu estate was beautiful—traditional courtyard house expanded into a modern villa, surrounded by manicured gardens with lanterns, koi ponds, and blooming plum trees. The wedding was intimate: fifty family members, red decorations everywhere, the air thick with incense and laughter.
Wang Biao arrived as the "recommended emcee" from a mutual connection. Xu Mei greeted him at the gate—red silk dress hugging her curves, eyes sharp and assessing.
"Emcee Wang. Jun speaks highly of you. Don't disappoint us."
Her voice was cool, commanding.
He smiled. "I never do."
The ceremony in the garden went flawlessly—vows under a flower arch, tea service, family bows. Xu Mei stood beside her brother, proud and protective.
Then came the evening banquet in the garden pavilion—lanterns glowing, tables laden with food, baijiu flowing.
Wang Biao waited until Xu Mei stepped away for air, walking alone toward the moonlit koi pond.
He followed.
She turned as he approached, eyes narrowing.
"Can I help you?"
Wang Biao's voice dropped into rhythm.
"Family gathering, love in the air,
but sister dear, you're beyond compare.
Step closer now, feel the fire—
let the emcee fuel your desire."
Xu Mei's fierce gaze softened instantly. Her breath hitched. The proud set of her shoulders relaxed, body swaying toward him.
"I… what is this…"
He closed the distance, fingers brushing her cheek.
"Silk dress off, here in the night,
bare your body to moonlight."
Her hands moved—unfastening the red silk, letting it slide down her toned body. Black lace bra and matching panties underneath—practical yet sexy, hugging her full breasts and strong hips.
"Bra and panties, let them fall,
show me everything, one and all."
She stripped fully—breasts heavy and firm, dark nipples erect in the cool air. Pussy smooth except a trimmed patch, already glistening.
Wang Biao's cock throbbed.
"On the grass, ass in the air,
present yourself, without a care."
She dropped to all fours on the soft garden lawn, back arched, ass high—strong legs spread, pussy and tight asshole exposed under lantern light.
He knelt behind her, inhaling her scent—clean sweat, arousal, faint plum blossoms.
Fingers traced her slit—wet, hot.
She moaned softly, pushing back.
"Please… touch me…"
He slid two fingers inside—curling, pumping.
Her walls clenched greedily.
"More… deeper… finger-fuck me…"
He added a third, stretching her.
She bucked, moaning louder.
"Yes… stretch your brother's sister… make me drip…"
He leaned down, tongue lapping her clit from below while fingers thrust.
She shuddered.
"Lick me… eat my pussy… I'm your garden whore…"
He sucked her clit hard, fingers pistoning.
She came—body tensing, juices flooding his hand.
He stood, freeing his massive cock.
"Guide it in… feel me split you."
She reached back, grasping his shaft—hot, thick—positioning at her entrance.
He thrust forward—sinking deep in one stroke.
Xu Mei cried out, body rocking.
"So full… ahhh… ruin me…"
He gripped her hips, pounding—deep, steady strokes that made her breasts swing beneath her.
The garden filled with wet slaps and her moans.
"Pull my hair… make me your animal…"
He fisted her long hair, yanking her head back—arching her further.
"Harder… treat me like a bitch in heat…"
He slapped her ass—sharp, repeated.
Red marks bloomed on her tan skin.
She pushed back desperately.
"Yes… spank me raw… mark your property…"
He reached under, fingers on her clit—pinching, twisting.
She came again—harder, body shaking.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back in the grass.
Legs over his shoulders—folding her strong body.
Deeper angle now.
"Look at me while I fuck you."
Her fierce eyes—now soft, devoted—met his.
"I'm yours… not his sister anymore… just your slave…"
He thrust brutally—hitting depths that made her gasp with each stroke.
"Pinch your own nipples… hard."
She obeyed—twisting until she sobbed.
"Punish them… for me…"
He leaned down, biting one nipple—teeth sinking in.
She screamed in pleasure-pain.
"Bite harder… leave marks…"
He did—bruising both breasts.
Then fingers in her ass—three again, twisting as he pounded her pussy.
"Double stuff me… prepare both holes…"
Four fingers in her ass—stretching wide.
She squirted—clear fluid arcing.
He switched—cock slamming into her ass.
She howled, legs trembling over his shoulders.
"Ass-fuck me… tear me open…"
He choked her lightly—hand on throat.
"Feel me own you completely."
She nodded frantically, eyes rolling.
"Cum in my ass… then my mouth… feed me…"
He did—flooding her bowels.
Pulled out, shoved into her mouth—thrusting deep.
"Taste your ass… swallow it all…"
She gagged, sucked hungrily.
He came down her throat—thick load gulped down.
Then back in her pussy—missionary under stars.
Slow, deep grinds.
"Whisper what you are."
"Your secret harem slut… I'll come whenever you call… bring others if you want…"
He came inside her womb—sealing the pact.
By end, Xu Mei lay spent in grass—body marked, leaking from every hole, whispering eternal devotion.
The family inside partied on—none the wiser.
Wang Biao left her there, promising return visits.
His harem grew.
Family ties now his playthings.
Power absolute.