Wang Biao's evolution had been swift and intoxicating. What began as a wedding-specific gift had grown into an all-consuming force. The women he'd claimed—Li Meng's shy innocence, Maria's voluptuous foreign allure, Xu Mei's fierce athleticism, Mo Huamei's refined elegance, Lin Lin's mature milky curves, Chen Yiran's stolen poise, Tang Wei's sun-kissed flexibility, Xia Ling's performative boldness now formed a devoted rotation in his life. They messaged constantly, competed for his attention, and arrived at his mansion ready to submit in whatever way he demanded. Funds from humiliated grooms kept flowing, turning his existence into one of luxury and absolute control.
But lately, the power had shifted again.
It started with small tests outside weddings: a rhyme whispered to a waitress at an anniversary dinner led to her following him to the parking lot for a quick, desperate fuck against his car. At a corporate event celebrating a couple's milestone, he'd taken the CEO's secretary in a supply closet while her boss gave a speech nearby.
The realization hit him fully one quiet evening: the hypnosis no longer required a wedding or even a matrimonial atmosphere. It worked anywhere, on anyone, as long as he spoke the rhyme with intent. The original limitation had been a seed; now the tree had outgrown its pot.
He could conquer the world.
And he would begin beyond China's borders—America, land of excess, celebrity brides, and limitless opportunity.
But first—one final test in familiar territory, to confirm the power's new breadth.
The invitation came from Liang Hao, a real-estate tycoon in his fifties. A vow renewal for his tenth anniversary with his stunning wife, Su Wan. The event was held in Liang's corporate tower: a private rooftop garden transformed into an intimate ballroom, guest list of business elite and socialites.
Su Wan was the prize: 32, sleek shoulder-length black hair, sharp intelligent eyes that commanded boardrooms, tall hourglass figure—generous D-cup breasts, long toned legs from daily Pilates, flawless porcelain skin. She moved with the confidence of someone used to being desired yet untouchable.
Wang Biao arrived as the emcee—Liang had insisted after hearing rumors. The renewal was elegant: vows refreshed under fairy lights, champagne flowing, subtle nods to their decade together.
After the formalities, guests mingled in the executive suite for private drinks—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city, long glass conference table, plush leather sofas.
Liang pulled Wang Biao aside for business talk—investments, partnerships.
Su Wan excused herself to "check her makeup."
Wang Biao followed.
No wedding energy needed now.
In the private executive restroom corridor—marble floors, dim lighting—he cornered her.
She turned, eyes narrowing. "Can I help you?"
Wang Biao's voice dropped, rhythmic and commanding.
"Vow renewal night, passion renewed,
but wife, your hidden fire has brewed.
Come with me now, feel the call—
let a stranger claim it all."
Su Wan's sharp eyes glazed instantly. Her breath hitched, body swaying toward him.
"I… what is this feeling…"
He took her hand, leading her into the empty conference room—locking the door.
The city sparkled beyond the glass walls.
"Strip. Slowly. Show me what your husband paid for."
Her hands obeyed—unbuttoning the emerald gown, letting it slide down her perfect body. Black lace lingerie underneath—bra pushing up her generous breasts, thong framing her smooth mound.
"All of it."
Bra unclasped—breasts spilling free, dark nipples already hard. Thong down—revealing shaved pussy, lips plump and glistening.
She stood naked before the city view, trembling with sudden need.
Wang Biao opened a cabinet—executive suites always had "emergency" kits for late nights. He found what he wanted: a discreet black bag of high-end toys—vibrators, plugs, restraints—kept for stressed executives.
Perfect.
"On the table. Legs up and spread."
She lay back on the glass conference table, heels on the edge, thighs parted wide—exposing everything to the city lights.
He selected a thick, curved vibrator—remote-controlled, powerful.
"Watch me prepare you."
He teased her entrance with it—slow circles, then pushing in deep.
Su Wan gasped, hips bucking.
"Ahhh… so thick… turn it on…"
He did—maximum vibration.
She screamed, body arching.
"Too much… but don't stop…"
He added a large anal plug—jeweled base, stretching her slowly.
She moaned louder.
"Fill both holes… make me your toy…"
He strapped a vibrating clamp to each nipple—tight, pulsing.
Her breasts jiggled with each convulsion.
"Clamp them harder… punish your businessman's wife…"
He selected a remote wand—pressing it to her clit while the internal vibrator and plug worked.
She came instantly—body seizing, squirting across the glass table.
He didn't let her recover.
A thick dildo—ridged, massive—joined the vibrator in her pussy, double penetration stretching her wide.
"Two in my cunt… stretch me… ruin me…"
He fucked her with it brutally while the plug vibrated in her ass.
She squirted again—harder, soaking the table.
He added restraints—silk ties from the bag—binding her wrists to table legs, spreading her fully.
Then a blindfold.
"Feel everything… no sight… just sensation…"
He used a feather tickler—teasing her oversensitive skin, then ice from the bar—tracing her nipples, clit.
She writhed, begging.
"Ice on my clit… then your cock… please…"
He alternated—ice melting on her skin, then his hot mouth sucking.
She came from temperature play alone.
Finally, he removed toys—her holes gaping, dripping.
He thrust his cock into her pussy—raw, skin on skin.
"Feel me bare… breed this elite whore…"
He pounded—missionary on the table, city watching.
Then flipped—doggy, face pressed to glass, ass high.
Slapped her clit with a small paddle from the bag.
She screamed with each strike.
"Spank my clit… make it swell…"
He did—until red and throbbing.
Then back in her ass—bare, stretching her wide.
"Raw in my ass… cum deep…"
He choked her—both hands now, controlled pressure.
She came—anal orgasm ripping through, squirting from empty pussy.
He flooded her ass—hot, thick.
Pulled out, made her clean him—mouth on cock, tasting herself.
Then final load—across her face and breasts.
By end, Su Wan wrecked—body bound, marked, leaking from every hole, toys still buzzing faintly inside.
Liang, hypnotized outside, agreed to massive funding—"for business opportunities."
Wang Biao untied her, dressing calmly.
Power confirmed: anywhere, anyone.
He booked his flight to America that night.
New world awaited.