"Ah— ah— Master! Slave… slave— so good—!"
Zhao Xuan felt his cock had never been this massive and hard.
The knight's reactions proved it — she could barely form complete phrases, only managing single words like "Master" and "good."
Her pussy wasn't extremely tight — somewhere between Lin Jingjing and Yan Qing — but it felt like a true virgin. A trace of blood marked the white skirt beneath her, stark against the fabric.
There was pain, but not enough to be unbearable for Bai Lvdi. It didn't completely drown out the thrill of being filled by something so huge.
She was probably the quickest to recover of the three women Zhao had deflowered. After just a dozen seconds lying there catching her breath, the knight lifted her hips again, even shifting back a little on her own, craving deeper penetration.
To avoid the nipple clamps grinding against the bed, she propped herself up with her shoulders and elbows. That made her unstable — knees and elbows weren't a solid base — and under Zhao's wave-like thrusts, she looked like a bitch too aroused to stand straight.
Zhao grabbed her huge tits to brace himself — they were perfect, massive, smooth, firm. One hand couldn't even cup half of one.
When he squeezed, the softness spilled between his fingers.
Even Lin Jingjing, with a similar size, didn't have this perfect shape and feel.
A woman's body temperature is lower than a man's, and his palms on her chest could feel a subtle cool smoothness. As she heated up with arousal, his hands got rougher, kneading and reshaping her breasts like clay.
He tried to avoid the clamps, but with motion that intense, he couldn't help grazing them. His massive cock slamming into her made her golden braid, collar chain, and labeled tags swing wildly, clashing into things.
The nipple clamps sent sharp jolts of pain, and the rough fondling made her uncomfortable, but she dared not interrupt his pleasure, biting her silver teeth and enduring in silence.
Zhao didn't care much. He was at an emotional peak and barely registering her reactions. More than that, he was growing steadily more dominant and forceful with women — especially one like Bai, who'd once opposed and looked down on him, and now crawled to him begging to be fucked. He wasn't about to let that slide.
"Master… Master, please undo your slave's waist corset… Master!" Zhao wasn't sure how long he'd been pounding her when suddenly she began writhing, begging him to release her waist restraint.
Only then did he notice how extreme that corset was.
When he unhooked the metal waist guard, he found an insanely tight silk corset beneath. Bai's frame was naturally on the fuller side — not a delicate waist —, but she'd cinched herself in dramatically, barely able to take deep breaths, just rapid shallow ones.
Zhao's relentless pounding wrecked that rhythm; she was nearly suffocating from the force. Her face and lips had gone pale.
"Th… thank you, Master." Once freed, she gasped in deep breaths, color returning to her face. Seconds later, Zhao repositioned her in doggy style.
Bai knew he was working off old grievances, so she didn't dare refuse. She'd already handed over her virginity — her last chip — and had no way back. Besides, dressing up for this humiliating play today was intentional, to let him vent fully and soften his dislike.
But Zhao didn't immediately plunge back in. Her pussy, already claimed, was slightly open now, lips a little everted, as if waiting. Inside, soft pink flesh and a swollen, bright clit were exposed.
"Ah—!" Just as Bai was mentally bracing for another thrust, Zhao's fingers, slick with her wetness, began rubbing her clit.
The clit is packed with nerve endings — the visible part is only the tip, but it holds nearly all the sensitive nerves in the vulva. Around 70% of a woman's sexual pleasure comes from this spot; the inner third of the vagina has almost no nerves, just fullness.
On the edge of desire and new to this, the lewd knight couldn't handle that stimulation. Even bound, she nearly jumped off the bed, body seizing like a cat startled by a sudden pole.
With a long, high moan, her limbs gave out. She collapsed onto the bed, body taut, skin flushed pink, eyes rolled back, mouth open, tongue lolling as she panted like a bitch.
Zhao hadn't expected her to be that sensitive — just a few rubs and she was wrecked, clearly about to cum.
But he wasn't about to let her.
Just as her mind blanked and pleasure peaked, the sensation stopped.
Zhao pulled his hand back, smiling at her.
"Why… why like this… uuuh—" Denied at the peak, with residual tingles too weak to push her over, a crushing emptiness flooded her.
Speech deserted her. She couldn't describe the feeling or ask him to finish her. Emotions tangled into helpless sobs.
Zhao didn't soften. He slapped her tit hard, then yanked the thin chain on the clamps.
"Ten seconds, no crying! Ten, nine, eight, seven…" Pain snapped her out of her daze. She didn't know why she'd cried — just overwhelming frustration — and the man who gave her pleasure hated it.
By the count of three, she stopped.
Zhao repeated the motion, but this time gentler — she'd already built up tension; a little more and she'd tip over.
Surprisingly, if he stopped the instant her body tensed and turned peach-colored, she'd freeze right before climax. Unlike Lin Jingjing, who'd ride out the aftershocks, Bai stalled at the edge.
That moment — from aroused to just before orgasm — is when women shine brightest: radiant, energetic, eager.
The closer to climax, the more fun they are to play with. But once they cum, the high drops fast, and the thrill plummets.
This was the training Zhao planned for his slaves: learn to control their orgasms so he could enjoy them longer.
He even envisioned selecting talented slaves for special conditioning — bodies that'd instantly arouse from a touch, but couldn't climax without permission.
Lin Jingjing and Yan Qing were bad at this; Bai showed real talent.
Too bad she was a student — hard to keep confined. If "free-range," he couldn't crank her sensitivity too high, or everyday things like dressing would trigger arousal and wreck normal life.
Meanwhile, Bai felt like she'd died and been reborn four or five times, shuttling between pleasure's heaven and the torment of denied release.
Each time she hoped he'd keep going half a second longer, but he always nailed the cutoff point perfectly.
By now, her mind held nothing but sensation.
Looking at Zhao, she'd kneel and offer herself as a slave or whore if he'd just let her feel that bliss.
Zhao saw no need to drag it out. He checked her status — Obedience had jumped from 40 to 80, basically full compliance. Ninety was the normal cap; Lin's 100 was a special case, beyond regular "obedience."
Gold-diggers were common, but purely money-driven women like Yan Qing — Obedience only 50 — weren't trustworthy. Plenty richer men existed; today they'd follow for cash, tomorrow for more cash elsewhere.
Luckily, beneath the greed, women were also lustful. His enhancements and the system's loyalty tracking meant he didn't have to fear being cuckolded as his harem grew.