The Zhenguan Green Estate in the afternoon was bathed in the warm summer sun, the air permeated with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus and the moist scent of the lake. The giggling of women came from afar, charming and lighthearted, like pearls dropping onto a jade plate, breaking the tranquility of the estate. The gaze passed through the carved window lattices, swept over the blooming peonies and herbaceous peonies in the courtyard, and wound around the wind chimes hanging on the vermilion red porch, the chimes jingling, emitting clear sounds. The bluestone path snaked forward, bamboo groves on either side swaying with the wind, casting dappled light and shadow. Finally, the gaze stopped at a beautiful, scenic secret realm—a clear lake, its surface shimmering with ripples, surrounded by weeping willows and blooming lotus flowers, crystal clear water droplets dotting the lotus leaves, like a fairyland.
In the lake water, three women were frolicking, water splashing everywhere, their laughter echoing like silver bells. Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er's figures shimmered in and out of view in the watery light, their sheer gauze dresses soaked and clinging to their delicate bodies, outlining their graceful forms. The summer sun shone on the lake surface, making their skin glow softly, as if they were fairies stepping out of a painting.
Li Ying stood in the center of the lake, the water reaching her waist. Her sheer long dress, soaked through, was almost transparent, its light green hem floating on the water like an open water lily. Her black hair was wet with water, clinging to her fair, smooth shoulders. Sweat and water droplets mingled, sliding over her collarbone and dripping onto her pendulous massive breasts. Her breasts were full and heavy, their dark nipples faintly visible beneath the sheer gauze. The spade Q gold ornament on her nipples gleamed coldly in the sunlight, a brand of her past with the black race. Her lower abdomen was now flat, her post-childbirth skin still firm, yet bearing a few subtle stretch marks. The spade Q tattoos on her abdomen and inner thighs were glaringly conspicuous, as if narrating her degradation and rebirth. She bent down, cupped a handful of water, and splashed it towards Zhen Jing, giggling, her eyes full of lively light, showing less of her usual seductiveness and more of a pure joy. Her movements made her plump labia faintly visible beneath the sheer gauze, the wet fabric outlining the contours of her private parts, carrying a hint of provocation. She twisted her body, water splashing around her, her sheer skirt swirling up to reveal her long, slender thighs and the curve of her buttocks, sunlight dancing on her, as if draping her in a layer of golden gauze.
Zhen Jing stood beside Li Ying, water ripples gently lapping at her waist. She wore a light pink sheer long dress, which, soaked through, clung tightly to her delicate body, outlining her slender waist and full bosom. Her breasts were firm and soft, nipples slightly protruding beneath the sheer gauze, less exaggerated than Li Ying's, but with more elegance. Her lower abdomen was flat, her skin like jade, with only a small, delicate spade Q tattoo in the center of her abdomen, like the sole trace of her brief encounter with the black race. Her black hair was tied into a loose bun, a few wet strands clinging to her cheeks, making her gentle face appear even softer.
Zhen Jing smiled as she dodged Li Ying's splashing water, her slender hand gently blocking, water splashing through her fingers like scattered pearls. Her movements were light and graceful, her eyes holding a gentle smile, yet subtly revealing a hint of resilience, like the composure maintained after enduring trials. She softly chided, "Sister Ying, spare me!"
Her voice was sweet and carried a touch of coquetry, making Li Ying laugh even harder. Her sheer skirt floated in the water, revealing her long, slender legs, faint shadows of water plants vaguely visible at her ankles. In the sunlight, her figure was like a painting.
Lin'er stood a little further away, eighteen years old, petite and agile, like a swimming fish in the lake. She wore a light blue sheer short dress, its hem reaching only her thighs. Soaked by the water, the dress clung tightly to her skin, outlining her youthful yet graceful figure. Her bosom was small and perky, nipples faintly visible beneath the sheer gauze, carrying a maiden's shyness. Her lower abdomen was as flat as a maiden's, traces of childbirth almost imperceptible, her skin as fair as porcelain. A small spade Q tattoo faintly appeared at her ankle, like an embellishment from her brief encounter with the black race, adding a touch of playfulness.
Lin'er giggled, cupping large handfuls of water and splashing them forcefully towards Li Ying and Zhen Jing, her eyes full of lively light. She jumped, water splashing around her, her soaked black hair shaking off crystal clear water droplets in the sunlight, like scattered starlight. Her movements were as swift as a swallow, her sheer short dress lifting to reveal her slender calves and rounded buttocks, sunlight dancing on her, as if draping her in a halo. She called out, "Sister Ying, Sister Jing, take this!" Her voice was clear as a bell, carrying the innocence and carefree spirit of a young girl.
The lake water churned with layers of waves amidst the trio's frolicking, water splashing like pearls, sunlight refracting into myriad colors. Li Ying laughed and retaliated, cupping water in her hands and splashing it towards Lin'er. Water scattered between her massive breasts, the soaked sheer fabric outlining her plump labia and spade Q tattoo, carrying a hint of lewd beauty. Zhen Jing chuckled and joined the fray, her slender hand gently splashing, water ripples softly but precisely striking Lin'er. Her delicate body swayed in the water beneath the light pink sheer gauze, elegant and agile. Lin'er, unwilling to be outdone, leaped up suddenly, sending up a large splash of water that drenched Li Ying and Zhen Jing. The trio's laughter intertwined, echoing across the lakeside.
Lotus leaves swayed in the water ripples, willow branches hung low, brushing the lake surface, as if accompanying their joy. The lake water was cool, carrying the freshness of summer. The trio's sheer dresses floated in the water, almost transparent when wet, outlining their distinctive figures. Sunlight spilled onto the lake, reflecting a blend of water light and human figures, like a fairyland on earth. Their laughter grew louder. Lin'er, in a moment of carelessness, slipped, water splashing everywhere, causing Li Ying and Zhen Jing to double over with laughter. The lakeside merriment unfolded like a painting.
The camera slowly pulled back, the frolicking sounds by the lake gradually softened, as if blending into the summer breeze. The view shifted to an ancient willow by the lake, its branches hanging low, casting deep shade. Beneath the tree lay I—Wu Tao.
A book lay open covering my face, its pages gently rustling in the breeze. I was in a deep sleep, my chest gently rising and falling with my breathing, a satisfied smile on my lips, as if immersed in a peaceful dream.
By the summer lake, the sunlight was scorching, the lake water rippled with subtle glints in the breeze. The fresh scent of lotus mixed with the sweet richness of osmanthus, lingering in the air of the Zhenguan Green Estate. Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er had frolicked to their heart's content, panting softly, their soaked sheer gauze dresses clinging tightly to their delicate bodies, outlining graceful curves, carrying a lewd temptation. They stepped on the lakeside grass, their bare feet treading on the soft earth, water droplets sliding from their hair, dripping onto their fair, smooth skin, refracting into colorful light.
The trio walked smilingly towards the large willow tree by the lake. Beneath its shade, a wooden table was set, on which a fruit platter held fresh red cherries, crystal-clear grapes, and sliced watermelon, vibrant in color and exuding the sweet fragrance of summer. Li Ying was the first to reach out, picking up a cherry. The cherry-red fruit rolled between her dark lips, juice slipping down the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her pendulous massive breasts. Beneath the soaked light green sheer gauze, her dark nipples and spade Q tattoo faintly appeared.
Since beloved wife Li Ying's return, she had fallen in love with deep red rouge. At this moment, she giggled, licking away the juice from the corner of her mouth, her eyes gleaming with lively light—that was the feeling of freedom. She said coquettishly, "This cherry is so sweet. If husband were awake, I'd definitely feed him a bite."
Zhen Jing smiled as she took a bunch of grapes, her light pink sheer gauze dress clinging to her slender waist, the spade Q tattoo on her abdomen faintly gleaming in the sunlight. She put a grape into her mouth, its juice bursting between her lips. The sweet, rich taste made her squint, and she said softly, "Sister Ying, husband is still asleep, don't wake him up." Lin'er, meanwhile, playfully grabbed a slice of watermelon, juice dripping down her slender hand. Her light blue sheer short dress lifted, revealing the spade Q tattoo at her ankle, her petite figure as agile as a swallow in the sunlight. She took a bite of watermelon, red juice sliding down her chin to her chest, soaking the sheer gauze and outlining her small B-cup breasts, nipples slightly protruding beneath the fabric, carrying a maiden's youthful shyness and provocation.
The trio sat around the stone stools under the shade of the tree. A cool breeze swept past, bringing the refreshing coolness of the lake and the fresh scent of the grass. Seeing me lying on the grass under the willow tree, a book open covering my face, breathing steadily, a satisfied smile on my lips, as if immersed in a peaceful dream. Lin'er glanced at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She crept closer, reaching out to take the book from my face, ready to playfully startle me awake. She chuckled softly, her buttocks beneath the sheer short dress swaying slightly, the spade Q tattoo at her ankle casting a faint shadow on the grass.
Li Ying was quick-witted, gently patting Lin'er's hand, chiding, "Little rascal, husband was exhausted last night, let him sleep a bit longer." Her voice was soft and gentle. The soaked sheer gauze clung tightly to her massive breasts, her dark nipples and the spade Q tattoo on her abdomen particularly conspicuous in the sunlight. She lowered her head and gently stroked her lower abdomen. The flat skin bore a few subtle stretch marks, only noticeable upon close inspection.
Lin'er stuck out her tongue, playfully squeezing next to Li Ying. Her slender hand slyly pinched Li Ying's breast, and she laughed coquettishly, "Sister Ying, did you drain husband dry last night? Look at him, sleeping like a dead pig!"
Since I had taken Lin'er and Ting'er into my chambers, they now referred to each other as sisters. All four women regarded Li Ying as their head, with daily management entrusted entirely to Ting'er, waiting for Li Ying's decision on anything uncertain.
Li Ying let out a shy hum, raised her hand to lightly tap Lin'er's forehead, feigning anger, "Little girl, you have no filter!" Her movements caused the sheer skirt to lift, revealing the spade Q tattoo at her inner thigh and her plump labia. The wet fabric outlined the contours of her private parts, carrying a hint of lewd temptation. Zhen Jing, nearby, covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her delicate body under the light pink sheer gauze leaning slightly forward. She said gently, "Sister Ying is the most formidable. After every night of service, husband is weak for several days."
Hearing this, Li Ying innocently blinked her eyes, her slender hand gently caressing her massive breasts. Beneath the soaked sheer gauze, her dark nipples slightly trembled, as if responding to her touch. She said coquettishly, "Don't blame me, husband is too weak. He can never last long."
Her tone carried a hint of teasing, yet her eyes shone with gentle light. Lin'er, unwilling to be outdone, giggled and slyly reached out to attack Zhen Jing's bosom, her slender fingers pinching Zhen Jing's nipple, teasing, "Yes, yes, yes, after Brother Zaha and Sister Ying sleep for a night, it's Sister Ying who can't get down; unlike husband, who always gets so drained he can't get up!"
Zhen Jing let out a soft cry, her cheeks flushed. She playfully slapped Lin'er's hand away, her breasts gently swaying beneath the sheer dress, the spade Q tattoo on her abdomen faintly gleaming in the sunlight. She chided, "Lin'er, you little girl, you're getting more and more disrespectful!"
Despite her words, she chuckled and leaned closer to Lin'er, her slender hand sliding to Lin'er's waist, gently tickling her, making Lin'er giggle uncontrollably. Lin'er's sheer short dress lifted, revealing her slender calves and the spade Q tattoo at her ankle. While dodging, she retaliated, reaching out to pinch Li Ying's thigh, touching her plump labia, and laughed coquettishly, "Brother Zaha really loves Sister Ying's spot here!"
Li Ying hummed softly, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes. She clamped her legs together, the outline of her labia beneath the sheer gauze becoming even more pronounced.
She playfully slapped Lin'er's hand, saying coquettishly, "Little rascal, daring to tease your sister!"
Her movements made her massive breasts jiggle, the spade Q gold ornaments jingling, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. The trio dissolved into laughter, their actions towards each other bold and intimate, slender hands roaming over each other's breasts and waists, carrying the frolic and teasing between women. The air was filled with a joyful and lewd atmosphere.
Amidst their laughter, Zhen Jing suddenly became a little serious. Her slender hand gently caressed her lower abdomen, the spade Q tattoo on her abdomen faintly visible in the sunlight. She whispered, "Sister Ying, Lin'er, now that husband's penis is less than three centimeters, how do you… have intercourse with him?" Her tone carried a hint of curiosity and awkwardness, her cheeks flushed, her delicate body under the light pink sheer gauze leaning slightly forward, as if anticipating an answer.
Hearing this, Li Ying giggled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her slender hand slid to her lower abdomen, gently stroking it, her voice soft and alluring: "I learned the Black Emperor Tribute Technique before. Although husband's penis is small, when sucked, it can still satisfy me. That feeling of a small loach rolling in a river, how to describe it~~~~ it's a very stimulating feeling. Anyway, a giant dragon stirring is one kind of pleasure, but a small loach surging is also a psychological stimulation."
She paused, clamping her legs together, the outline of her labia beneath the sheer gauze becoming even more pronounced, as if recalling some enchanting scenes. "Every time I made husband tremble by sucking, I felt… he loved me even more."
Her tone carried a hint of provocation, yet her eyes were full of tenderness.
Lin'er pouted, a flicker of disgust mixed with a strange liking in her eyes. She stood up, her bare feet treading on the grass, her light blue sheer short dress lifting to reveal the spade Q tattoo at her ankle. She said coquettishly, "How can husband's penis compare to Brother Zaha's? It's so thick and long, every time it makes me…"
She stopped mid-sentence, her cheeks flushed. She giggled, clamping her legs together, her slender hand unconsciously kneading her small breasts, nipples protruding beneath the sheer gauze. "However, husband likes me to use my feet. Every time I step on him, he gets incredibly excited and cums quickly!"
Hearing this, Zhen Jing's cheeks flushed even deeper. Her slender hand gently caressed her breasts, her nipples beneath the light pink sheer gauze trembling slightly. She said awkwardly, "I… I use titfuck to make husband cum. His penis is too small, I can barely feel it between my breasts. Every time I have to squeeze hard to make him…"
She stopped mid-sentence, lowering her head and chuckling softly, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes. "However, when he cums, his eyes look especially satisfied, as if he really enjoys it."
Li Ying giggled, reaching out to pinch Zhen Jing's breast, and said coquettishly, "Jing'er, your breasts have certainly grown quite a bit under Brother Zaha's play!"
Her slender fingers gently kneaded, causing Zhen Jing to let out a soft cry, her cheeks turning red like ripe cherries. Lin'er, unwilling to be outdone, slyly slapped Li Ying's buttocks. Her plump labia beneath the sheer gauze trembled slightly, and she teased, "Sister Ying's buttocks are the best! Brother Zaha always says they have the best elasticity when fucking!"
The trio dissolved into laughter again, their actions towards each other growing bolder. Li Ying clamped her legs together, her slender hand unconsciously kneading her massive breasts, her dark nipples protruding beneath the sheer gauze, her eyes gleaming with arousal. Zhen Jing lightly bit her lip, her slender hand sliding to her waist, as if suppressing her body's restlessness. Lin'er playfully hopped to Li Ying's side, her bare feet treading on the grass, her slender hand slyly attacking Zhen Jing's labia, causing her to cry out in surprise. The trio's laughter echoed under the shade of the tree, carrying a lewd delight.
Sunlight spilled under the tree's shade, casting soft shadows of the trio on the grass. Their soaked sheer gauze dresses outlined their delicate bodies, imbued with the fervor of summer and lewd provocation. Their relationship was intimate, their teasing and touching carrying deep trust and unspoken understanding.
Li Ying looked at Zhen Jing and Lin'er, her eyes full of tenderness. She whispered, "The three of us sisters have been through so much. To be able to laugh and frolic like this now is truly a blessing."
Zhen Jing nodded, her slender hand clasping Li Ying's. She said softly, "Sister Ying, with you and Lin'er here, I fear nothing."
Lin'er giggled, squeezing between the two. Her slender arms circled their waists, and she said coquettishly, "Yes! With the three of us serving him, no matter how high husband's green hat is, he'll die happy!"
Suddenly, a heavy footsteps came from afar, breaking the tranquility of the lakeside. Kait appeared at the end of the path, his upper body bare, his dark skin gleaming with oil in the sunlight, muscle lines distinct as if carved by a knife. Sweat droplets slid down his broad chest, dripping onto the bluestone slab with faint sizzling sounds. He carried several bundles of firewood and a heavy sack of grain on his shoulder, his steps steady, a hint of unintentional wildness in his eyes. Loose cloth trousers hung loosely at his waist, his thick thighs vaguely visible beneath the pant legs, exuding a primitive masculine aura.
Li Ying's laughter abruptly ceased, a lewd gleam flashing in her eyes. Her dark lips slightly pursed, as if she had caught scent of a certain temptation. Zhen Jing lowered her head and lightly bit her lip, her delicate body under the light pink sheer gauze leaning slightly forward, the spade Q tattoo on her abdomen faintly gleaming in the sunlight, a flush of shyness rising on her cheeks. Lin'er, meanwhile, playfully squinted her eyes, her slender hand unconsciously kneading her small breasts. Her light blue sheer short dress lifted, revealing the spade Q tattoo at her ankle, her eyes full of slyness and anticipation. The gazes of the three women met in the air, as if by telepathy. Their lips simultaneously curled into a lewd smile, carrying a mix of shyness and excitement.
Li Ying gently patted Zhen Jing's thigh, whispering, "Sisters, it seems we can 'have our meal' now~~~"
Her voice was soft and low, and beneath the soaked sheer gauze, her dark nipples slightly trembled, the outline of her plump labia becoming even more pronounced. Zhen Jing giggled, her slender hand sliding to Lin'er's waist, gently tickling her, causing Lin'er to let out a coquettish cry. Lin'er, unwilling to be outdone, stood up, her bare feet treading on the grass, and said coquettishly, "Come on, let's go see!"
The three women exchanged smiles and rose in unison, their sheer gauze dresses fluttering in the breeze. The wet fabric clung tightly to their delicate bodies, outlining the curves of their breasts and buttocks, like three blooming lustful flowers.
They quietly followed Kait, their bare feet stepping on the bluestone path, making faint patting sounds. The end of the path was a corner, where a secluded bamboo grove blocked the view. Bamboo leaves rustled, concealing their footsteps. A moment later, from around the corner came a low panting and charming moaning. Lewd sounds echoed through the bamboo grove, mixed with the rustling of clothes and the faint thud of bodies colliding. Sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting dappled spots of light, illuminating an enchanting scene. The air was filled with a hot wave of lust.
Lying under the willow tree, I was disturbed by the lewd sounds. My body subtly trembled, and my lower body unconsciously stiffened, bringing a familiar surge of pleasure. I slowly lifted the book from my face. The sunlight was dazzling, falling on my coarse cloth gown, bringing a warmth. The paper wrapper from a osmanthus cake lay scattered beside me. The sweet fragrance mingled with the moist scent of the lake, making me squint my eyes involuntarily, a satisfied smile curving my lips.
I cocked my ear, listening to the movements in the bamboo grove. The moaning and panting grew clearer, seeming to be a blend of Li Ying's alluring gasps, Zhen Jing's soft hums, and Lin'er's playful giggles. I did not get up, but lay on the grass, my hands clasped behind my head, falling into recollection. It had been exactly one year since the Black Emperor was beheaded by Li Shimin with a single stroke. In this year, the Zhenguan Green Estate had become our secluded paradise. Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er had long since given birth to their children. The cries of infants once echoed throughout the estate. Now their lower abdomens were flat, their delicate bodies had regained their graceful forms, but with an added touch of mature charm.
This year, we lived in happiness and ease. During the day, we indulged freely amidst the mountains and waters, boating on the lake, breaking willow branches and admiring flowers, our laughter scattering across the estate. At night, we composed poems and recited verses; in the flickering candlelight, the three women's dark hair and sheer gauze shimmered faintly under the moonlight, stirring tenderness and lust deep within me. With my tacit approval, Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er often had secret liaisons with Zaha; their alluring gasps and pleasure were left behind in the depths of the bamboo grove, by the lakeside pavilion, and even on the brocade couch in the bedroom. Sometimes, they would let me secretly watch as Zaha's stout body pressed down on them, sweat and fluid intermingling. The decadent scene left me feeling both humiliated and aroused, my cuckold mentality surging within me, yet making me ever more addicted to this forbidden pleasure.
What satisfied me even more was that when the three women had intercourse with me, they would always recount their sexual acts with Zaha as an aphrodisiac, describing them in detail. Li Ying would lean into my ear, her breath fragrant as orchids, telling how Zaha galloped between her swollen labia, drawing her to climax after climax. Zhen Jing would shyly clamp her legs together, softly describing how Zaha's penis filled the space between her breasts. Lin'er would playfully step on my chest, giggling as she said Zaha's girth made her legs weak, while my penis could only ejaculate with the teasing of her jade feet. These lewd words were like raging flames, igniting my desires and making me sink deeper into humiliation and pleasure.
Only Ting'er had never been involved with Zaha. She liked to stay by my side, feeding me candied hawthorns and telling playful jokes, her eyes full of innocent smiles. Although I had a cuckold fetish, I respected her choice. Ting'er's companionship was like a clear spring, bringing a measure of tranquility to my heart.
The decadent sounds from the bamboo grove grew increasingly high-pitched; Li Ying's alluring gasps were like weeping and pleading, Zhen Jing's moans carried a hint of shyness, and Lin'er's playful laughter was mixed with trembling sounds of arousal. I looked down at my lower body; the chastity lock had long been removed. Now, I was free and happy.
Though my penis was small, it was no longer a restraint. The love and teasing of the three women made me feel an unprecedented satisfaction. I smiled slightly towards the bamboo grove, a hint of relief flashing in my eyes. The cuckold mentality transformed into a peculiar sense of satisfaction amidst the decadent sounds.
I picked up the book again, covering my face with its pages. Sunlight filtered through, casting a soft halo, and the scent of osmanthus mingled with the cool freshness of the lake around my nose. The sounds from the bamboo grove were like a lullaby, making my eyelids heavy, yet I couldn't fall asleep. A free smile constantly lingered on my lips, like a commentary on this past year of happy life, and also like an anticipation of the future.
I closed my eyes, and images of the three women with Kate appeared in my mind: Li Ying's enormous breasts jiggled in Kate's palms, the spade Q tattoo glittering with sweat; Zhen Jing's delicate body trembled in Kate's embrace, the spade Q tattoo on her abdomen faintly visible; Lin'er's jade feet hooked Kate's waist, the spade Q tattoo on her ankle dancing in the light and shadow of the bamboo grove. The decadent sounds echoed in my ears, yet my heart was as calm as water, and a wave of happiness surged over me.
Until the sun dipped westward, the lakeside of Zhenguan Green Estate was dyed a golden red. Willow branches hung low, and a gentle breeze passed by, bringing the sweet fragrance of osmanthus and the moist scent of the lake. I lay on the grass, a book covering my face, and unexpectedly fell into a deep sleep without realizing it, a satisfied smile on my lips. The decadent sounds from the bamboo grove had long dissipated, leaving only the distant chirping of birds and the gentle tinkling of wind chimes, as if accompanying this peaceful afternoon.
Suddenly, a soft, alluring voice sounded in my ear, like spring water gently lapping the shore, so tender it stirred my heart: "Husband, wake up, it's time to eat."
I slowly opened my eyes, the book sliding off my face. The halo of the setting sun made me squint. What met my eyes was Li Ying. She was squatting beside me, her smile as beautiful as a flower. Her dark hair was dyed gold by the setting sun, a few damp strands clinging to her fair, smooth neck, emitting a faint scent of sweat and osmanthus.
She had changed into a light purple sheer gauze long dress, its hem short, above her knees. The loose fabric could not conceal her graceful curves. Her enormous breasts jiggled slightly beneath the sheer gauze, dark nipples faintly visible. The spade Q gold ornaments on her nipples shimmered with a cold light in the setting sun, and the spade Q tattoos on her abdomen and inner thighs vaguely showed through the sheer fabric, outlining a decadent beauty. Her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness, as if she had just experienced intense pleasure. Her lips were moist and slightly swollen, the black lip rouge somewhat smudged, and a glistening liquid remained at the corner of her mouth, like traces she hadn't had time to wipe away.
Seeing me awake, Li Ying giggled. Her slender hand gently caressed my cheek, her fingertips warm and damp. Nails painted with light red polish brushed against my skin, creating a slightly ticklish sensation. Her eyes gleamed with tenderness, yet concealed a hint of cunning, as if she had just emerged from some secret pleasure. She leaned closer, the neckline of her light purple sheer gauze slipping down to reveal her fair, smooth cleavage. Beads of sweat between her breasts refracted the sunset light with a glistening sparkle, emitting a rich body fragrance mingled with the lingering scent of lust. Her voice was soft and alluring, as she whispered, "Husband, did you sleep well? If you don't get up soon, the food will get cold."
My heart warmed. The decadent sounds from the bamboo grove flashed through my mind, and the cuckold mentality surged within me, yet strangely, it filled me with satisfaction. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and whispered, "Madam, you look... truly beautiful."
Hearing this, she demurely hummed. As she stood, she deliberately swayed her hips, and the light purple sheer gauze skirt lifted, revealing her long, slender thighs. The spade Q tattoo at the base of her thigh was strikingly vivid in the setting sun, as if narrating her recent indulgence.
I stood up, brushed off the grass clippings from my clothes, and took Li Ying's slender hand. Her skin felt warm and slick in my palm, as if it had just been soaked in sweat. Her fingers gently hooked mine, the light red polished tips lightly circling my palm, creating a teasing sensation. We walked along the bluestone path by the lakeside towards the estate's dining hall. The setting sun cast a golden glow on the path, reflecting off the flagstones. The distant lake shimmered, and lotuses swayed in the breeze, as if adding a touch of poetry to this romantic scene.
Along the way, we chatted casually, the conversation warm and relaxed. I smiled and asked, "Ying'er, did you have fun by the lake just now? Look at your flushed face, like a new bride."
Li Ying giggled, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes. In an alluring voice, she said, "Husband, the lake water was cool, and the sisters were having a lively time. My face isn't red from the sun, and this 'newlywed' look isn't quite right. I remember you were terribly drunk during our wedding night." Her tone held a hint of playfulness, and her enormous breasts jiggled slightly beneath the light purple sheer gauze, her nipples protruding beneath the fabric, as if responding to her laughter.
My heart stirred slightly. The cuckold mentality made me ponder the deeper meaning of her words, yet I didn't want to break the warm atmosphere. I whispered, "Madam, with you by my side, even the plainest days are sweet."
Hearing this, a flicker of emotion crossed her eyes. She leaned close, her dark lips almost touching my earlobe, her breath fragrant as orchids: "Husband, I love hearing you say that." Her voice was soft and alluring, low and languid, as if just recovering from pleasure. The setting sun illuminated her face, adding a touch of serene tranquility to her soft, charming features, as if all disguises had been shed.
However, what I failed to notice was that behind me, Li Ying's steps were slightly slower. Her light purple sheer gauze skirt swayed gently in the breeze, its knee-length hem unable to conceal the skin of her thighs. Her lower abdomen was slightly distended, as if hiding some secret, and a subtle, unusual swelling was vaguely visible beneath the sheer fabric. Her vagina was lax, unable to contain the semen that had just filled it. A milky white liquid slowly flowed from between her swollen labia, sliding down her fair, smooth thighs, glistening in the setting sun, and dripping onto the bluestone slab, leaving mottled traces. Her steps were light, as if deliberately concealing these decadent details, yet a satisfied smile lingered on her lips, and a cunning glint flashed in her eyes, as if she was enjoying this secret thrill.
The bamboo grove on both sides of the path rustled, and the halo of the setting sun filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting dappled light upon us, as if cloaking this warm scene in a golden veil. I held Li Ying's hand, feeling the warmth in my palm, my heart filled with happy contentment.
I whispered, "Ying'er, this past year, our days at Green Estate have truly been like a dream."
Li Ying nodded, her dark hair lifted by the breeze, a few strands clinging to her cheek, her sweat-dampened hair tips glistening in the sunset. She softly said, "Husband, with you, with the sisters, and with this estate, I lack nothing. If I had known life here was so comfortable, I would have come much earlier." Her voice was gentle and sincere, yet it held a hint of hoarseness, as if she had just calmed down from intense pleasure. Her slender hand squeezed mine, the light red polished tips gently caressing my palm, creating a slightly ticklish sensation.
I smiled and asked, "Just now in the bamboo grove, you all seemed to be having quite a lively time. Was that fellow Kate flustered by your teasing again?"
Hearing this, Li Ying giggled, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes. In an alluring voice, she said, "Husband, Kate's muscles aren't just for show. The sisters were just... helping him unload a bit." Her tone held a hint of playfulness, and her enormous breasts jiggled gently beneath the light purple sheer gauze, the spade Q gold ornaments on her nipples jingling, as if narrating her recent indulgence.
My heart warmed, and the cuckold mentality surged within me. Images of Li Ying and Kate in the bamboo grove flashed in my mind—her delicate body drenched in sweat, her swollen labia roughly filled, semen flowing freely within her. I didn't expose it, merely smiled and shook my head, whispering, "Madam, you little enchantress, you always keep me guessing."
Hearing this, she demurely hummed, then leaned close, her lips almost touching my cheek, her breath fragrant as orchids: "Husband, you like me this way, don't you?"
The setting sun gradually sank below the horizon. The estate's dining hall was now close at hand, its lights shining through the carved window lattices, casting a warm halo. Li Ying and I exchanged smiles. Our warm conversation intertwined with the romantic sunset, as if drawing a perfect close to this day of happiness. I walked half a step ahead, Li Ying obediently following behind me. However, the decadent details behind Li Ying—the slowly flowing semen, the milky white traces dripping onto the bluestone slab—were in an unnoticed corner, narrating her secret pleasure with Zaha.
Inside the dining hall, candlelight flickered, and the carved wooden windows revealed the stillness of the night. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus cake and the rich aroma of roasted lamb. The long table was laden with delicacies: braised carp in porcelain plates glistened with oil, emerald green seasonal vegetables adorned the spread, and the apricot blossom wine in the cups emitted a faint fruity aroma. Zaha sat at the far end of the table, his dark skin glistening with oil in the candlelight. His coarse linen shirt was open, revealing his strong chest. His eyes held a gentle smile, less of his former wildness, more of a calm composure.
Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er sat around the table, each holding a dark-skinned child in their arms. Their sheer gauze dresses hung loosely from their shoulders, revealing their fair, smooth shoulders and swollen breasts. Li Ying unfastened the neckline of her light purple sheer gauze, exposing her sagging enormous breasts. Dark nipples subtly seeped milk as she lowered her head to gently coax the child in her arms, her nipple being suckled with soft slurping sounds. Her face glowed with a maternal softness, tinged with a hint of decadent afterglow. The child in Zhen Jing's arms also had dark skin. She gently stroked the child's back; her breasts, firm beneath the light pink sheer gauze, were suckled, and she bit her lip, humming softly, her eyes glinting with tenderness. Lin'er playfully teased the child in her arms, her light blue sheer gauze short skirt lifted, her small breasts being suckled by the child as she giggled.
After feeding, the three women handed the children to the maids nearby and began to eat. I sat at the head of the table, raised my wine cup, and jokingly remarked:
"These three little ones, why don't they look anything like me?"
No sooner had I spoken than the three women's faces all flushed red. Li Ying lowered her head, lightly biting her lip, a hint of shyness in her eyes; Zhen Jing covered her mouth and chuckled, her delicate body under the light pink sheer gauze leaning slightly forward; Lin'er playfully stuck out her tongue, her slender hand secretly pinching my thigh, and said coyly, "Husband, what nonsense are you saying!"
Zaha let out a booming laugh, his rough voice breaking the awkwardness. He raised his wine cup, a playful glint in his eyes: "Brother Wu seems a bit confused from his sleep today..." His tone was relaxed, carrying some of the grandeur of the Black Emperor from back then, but also a hint of respect.
At this point, Li Ying held a cup of wine to my mouth, feeding me, and charmingly laughed, "Husband, it's enough for the children to look a *little* like you. One shouldn't be so calculating~~~"
The other two women, hearing this, immediately agreed. Jing'er put down her chopsticks and pouted coquettishly, "Husband, you don't know how much we suffered to have these children! Just those few months, we vomited countless times, and how inconvenient it was to carry a big belly every day! If it weren't for you, husband, supporting us during the day, and Brother Zaha embracing us at night, how could the children have been born so easily? You must be considerate of us sisters!" Her voice was soft and alluring, yet her eyes glinted with cunning. Her enormous breasts jiggled gently beneath the light purple sheer gauze, the spade Q gold ornaments on her nipples jingling.
Li Ying nodded, softly saying, "Exactly, Husband, you can't just tease us!"
Lin'er giggled, her slender hand raising her wine cup, and playfully winked at me: "Husband, you have to treat us better, or we sisters won't let it go!"
Their tones were half-serious, half-joking, carrying a teasing hint. The candlelight illuminated their faces, giving their soft, charming features a playful edge.
Just as I smiled and prepared to respond, a strange sensation came from under the table. Lin'er's bare foot silently extended, her delicate toes skillfully fiddling with my penis. The gap between her toes clamped my less-than-three-centimeter penis, gently rubbing it, bringing an intense wave of pleasure. Her toes were painted with light red polish, and the soft sole of her foot felt slightly cool. As she manipulated it, my penis trembled in the gap between her toes. A tide of humiliation surged over me, yet I could not resist sinking into it.
I clenched my teeth, desperately suppressing the pleasure, and looked down. Lin'er was quietly picking up food, a playful smile on her face, acting as if nothing was happening. Her light blue sheer gauze short skirt was lifted, revealing the spade Q tattoo on her ankle, shimmering faintly in the candlelight. Her toes pressed harder, clenching me almost to orgasm. Humiliation and pleasure intertwined, making me involuntarily let out a low groan, my forehead beaded with fine sweat. I quickly put down my wine cup and whispered into Lin'er's ear, "Lin'er, stop... stop teasing!"
Hearing this, Lin'er giggled, but her toes deliberately clenched tighter. In an alluring whisper, she replied, "Husband, you can't blame Lin'er for this. It's your fault for teasing us!" Her voice was crisp, her eyes full of cunning. The teasing from the gap between her toes finally made me unable to hold back. My body trembled, and I climaxed in humiliating pleasure. Semen moistened her toes and dripped onto the floor with a faint sound. My cheeks burned. I quickly apologized, "Alright, alright, it was my fault. Ladies, please don't be angry!"
Li Ying and Zhen Jing exchanged smiles, a hint of tenderness in their eyes. Li Ying said coyly, "Husband, it's good that you know you were wrong. You must cherish us sisters from now on! And when we have children in the future, you must pay even more attention!" Zhen Jing gently stroked the back of my hand, softly saying, "Husband, we were just playing with you." Lin'er playfully withdrew her foot, licked the corner of her lips, and chuckled charmingly, "Husband, look at you, you're so cute!" In the candlelight, the laughter of the three women mingled, warm and decadent. The cuckold mentality left me both humiliated and satisfied, my heart filled with ripples of happiness.
At the dinner table, Zaha's demeanor made me look at him a few more times. Compared to his roughness a year ago, he now possessed more confidence, quite resembling the style of the Black Emperor back then. He raised his wine cup to toast me, his voice low and sincere: "Brother Wu, this year, thanks to your protection, Green Estate can be so peaceful."
His eyes gleamed with sincerity, less of the Black Emperor's showiness, more of a calm composure and respect.
I smiled and waved my hand: "Zaha, we are brothers, no need to be formal. If it weren't for you back then, those bastards from the Decadent Torture Altar would have taken my life."
My gaze swept over the three women, and images of their secret liaisons with Zaha flashed in my mind—in the depths of the bamboo grove, by the lakeside pavilion, upon the brocade couch—their alluring gasps and Zaha's sweat intermingling, decadent and fervent. I knew that Zaha never forcefully sought love from the three women; it was always Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er who ravenously climbed into his bed, offering themselves willingly, seeking that rough satisfaction. Li Ying would secretly slip into Zaha's room in the dead of night, her swollen labia filled, gasping endlessly; Zhen Jing would shyly untie her dress under the moonlight, her breasts trembling in Zaha's palms; Lin'er would playfully hook Zaha's waist, her jade feet teasing, her laughter echoing through the night.
The cuckold mentality surged within me, yet I felt no jealousy, only satisfaction. Zaha's respect and the three women's initiative made me feel a strange balance. I raised my wine cup and clinked it with Zaha's, whispering, "Brother, from now on, we still need to guard this estate together."
Zaha nodded, a flicker of emotion in his eyes, and gallantly drained his wine cup.
After the meal, the three women cleared the dishes, and the children had already been taken by the maids to sleep. Li Ying stood up, her light purple sheer gauze skirt swaying gently, outlining her graceful curves. She leaned close to me, her breath fragrant as orchids: "Husband, tonight we sisters have prepared a surprise. You go take a bath first; you'll have quite the experience awaiting you later!" Her eyes gleamed with cunning, and the smile at the corner of her lips carried a hint of decadence.
Zhen Jing gently stroked the back of my hand, softly saying, "Husband, wash well, don't make us wait too long."
Lin'er playfully winked at me, and said coyly, "Husband, you'll need to be energetic tonight!"
The laughter of the three women mingled, and the candlelight illuminated their faces, adding a touch of anticipation to their soft, charming features. My heart warmed, and countless alluring images flashed in my mind. I smiled and nodded: "Alright, I'll go now."
I stood up and left the dining hall, heading towards the estate's bathroom. The bathroom was built in the backyard. The bluestone bath pool was steaming, and wooden screens carved with lotus flowers and flying cranes diffused a faint sandalwood fragrance. I took off my coarse linen gown and stepped into the bath. The hot water enveloped my body, bringing a soothing warmth.
I leaned against the bathtub, closing my eyes to rest, Li Ying's hints appearing in my mind. She had once smiled and said that my penis was now completely useless, that the high temperature of the hot water had made my testicles lose their reproductive function, and that my penis, being less than three centimeters, could not even complete the most basic intercourse. I looked down at my lower body beneath the water; my penis floated softly in the water, my testicles slightly contracting in the hot water, as if confirming her joke.
Yet, I felt no disappointment in my heart, but rather a strange sense of relief. The chastity lock had long been removed, and the love and teasing of the three women made me feel an unprecedented satisfaction. Lin'er's jade feet, Zhen Jing's titfuck, Li Ying's Black Emperor Tribute technique—each pleasure made me sink deeper into humiliation and pleasure. The cuckold mentality made me willingly submit to their desires, and Zaha's presence intensified this forbidden pleasure even further. I didn't need to procreate, nor did I need to prove anything. The happy life at Green Estate was already my greatest satisfaction.
Ripples spread across the water's surface. I closed my eyes, a relieved smile gracing my lips. For tonight's surprise, whether it was the three women's teasing or Zaha's involvement, I was ready. The hot water enveloped my body, as if washing away all miscellaneous thoughts, leaving only anticipation and satisfaction for the future.
Deep night, the bedroom of Zhenguan Green Estate was shrouded in darkness, with only a few strands of silver moonlight filtering through the carved window lattices, outlining the blurred contours of the room. I pushed open the wooden door and stepped into the room; the mahogany floorboards beneath my feet let out a faint creak. The air was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and the sweet, cloying aroma of rose petals. My heart gave a slight leap; I vaguely sensed that tonight's "surprise" was out of the ordinary. My cuckoldry fetish made me both anticipate and feel a slight nervousness.
Suddenly, a burst of silver-bell-like laughter came from behind me, charming and light, like pearls dropping onto a jade plate. Before I could react, a pair of soft, slender hands covered my eyes from behind. The fingertips, painted with light red nail polish, were warm and slick, gently pressing against my eyelids. Two soft mounds of breasts pressed against my back; through the sheer fabric came the full, resilient, and elastic feel of a C-cup. My heart stirred. Based on the familiar body fragrance and sensation, I determined it was Lin'er. Two years ago, her breasts were still a youthful B-cup. Now, amidst the pleasures at Zhenguan Green Estate with Zaha, they had been kneaded into a full C-cup, possessing both a maiden's playfulness and a mature allure.
Lin'er giggled, her breath like orchids, her voice crisp with a hint of teasing: "Husband, don't move. Guess what exciting show we have tonight?"
Her slender hands gently caressed my cheek, the nail-polished fingertips brushing my skin, bringing a slightly ticklish sensation. From behind, I heard Li Ying and Zhen Jing's low laughs, charming and suggestive, as if they had long conspired for this surprise. I was about to speak when Lin'er suddenly released her hands. Accompanied by a burst of cheerful laughter, the candlelight in the room suddenly brightened, its warm orange-yellow glow dispelling the darkness and illuminating an enchanting scene.
I opened my eyes, and the sight before me made my breath catch. Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er stood side by side in front of the bed, all three dressed in Western-style wedding gowns. The pure white gauze dresses shimmered softly in the candlelight, like brides stepping out of a dream. However, the design of these wedding gowns was bold and licentious, far from traditional solemnity. The gauze dresses were as light as cicada wings; translucent lace clung tightly to their delicate female bodies, outlining the curves of plump breasts, slender waists, and buttocks. The hemlines were short, reaching to the upper thighs, revealing their long, slender legs. Through the lace cutouts, faint traces of the Spades Queen tattoo were visible, exuding a provocative charm.
Li Ying's wedding gown was the boldest. The lace on her chest barely covered her nipples; her dark nipples and Spades Queen gold ornament were faintly visible. Her plump breasts swayed heavily, as if they might burst through the sheer fabric at any moment. Her skirt was irregularly cut, with a slit on the right side reaching to her waist, revealing the Spades Queen tattoo on her abdomen and the outline of her engorged labia. Wet traces gleamed faintly in the candlelight, narrating her daytime indulgence. Her dark hair was pulled into a high bun, with a few strands falling over her shoulders. Her eyes shone with a tender allure, as if meticulously prepared for this "wedding."
Zhen Jing's wedding gown was slightly more elegant. Lace trim encircled her breasts; her firm breasts subtly protruded beneath the sheer fabric. The Spades Queen tattoo on her abdomen was small and exquisite, like an ink spot adorning her fair, delicate skin. Her skirt was slightly longer but had cutouts on the sides of the legs, revealing her slender calves and rounded buttocks. Beads of sweat were faintly visible sliding down with her movements, carrying a hint of the languor of recent pleasure. She lowered her head and chuckled softly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes full of tenderness and anticipation.
Lin'er's wedding gown was the most playful. The lace short skirt only reached her mid-thigh; the light blue sheer fabric outlined her delicate C-cup breasts, her nipples faintly visible beneath the sheer fabric. The Spades Queen tattoo on her ankle shimmered with her steps. Her skirt was adorned with tiny pearls, jingling with her movements, as if adding a touch of liveliness to her spirited nature. She playfully winked, her slender hands on her hips, and said charmingly: "Husband, happy birthday! Do you like our outfits?"
My heart jolted, and my mind recalled casual conversations with Li Ying many years ago. At that time, I had half-jokingly said I wanted to see her wear a Western-style licentious wedding gown, standing before me like a goddess from a Western oil painting. Unexpectedly, she not only remembered but also turned this fantasy into reality. The three women's wedding gowns were designed so boldly, like a custom-made forbidden feast just for me. I swallowed hard and murmured: "Madam, you all... this is truly too beautiful."
Li Ying giggled and walked gracefully towards me, her plump breasts gently swaying beneath the light purple silk dress. The outline of her engorged labia became even more pronounced in the candlelight. She leaned in close, her dark lips almost touching my cheek, her breath like orchids: "Husband, I designed this myself, specially prepared for your birthday."
Her voice was tender and low, with a hint of hoarseness from recent pleasure, and her eyes sparkled with cunning.
Zhen Jing stepped forward lightly, her light pink silk dress slipping off her shoulder, revealing her fair, delicate collarbone and firm breasts. She stood by my side, her slender hand gently caressing my arm, the light red nail-polished fingertips bringing a slightly ticklish sensation. She leaned into my ear and whispered: "Husband, my wedding hasn't been made up yet. Tonight... we should have a proper one, just as your birthday gift."
Her voice was gentle and suggestive, with a hint of shyness. The blush on her cheeks blossomed like peach blossoms in the candlelight, and the Spades Queen tattoo on her abdomen was faintly visible, as if conveying her anticipation.
Lin'er, unwilling to be outdone, playfully squeezed in front of me, the pearls on her light blue wedding gown jingling. She stood on tiptoe, her slender hands wrapped around my neck, her C-cup breasts pressing against my chest, bringing a soft sensation. She giggled charmingly: "Husband, tonight all three of us are your brides. You must cherish us well!"
Her tone carried a maiden's playfulness, yet her eyes flashed with a licentious gleam. The Spades Queen tattoo on her ankle danced in the candlelight, as if adding a forbidden touch to this "wedding."
My heart pounded wildly, my cuckoldry fetish surging under the three women's teasing. Images of them with Zaha couldn't help but surface in my mind—Li Ying's engorged labia being filled, Zhen Jing's breasts being kneaded, Lin'er's jade feet hooked around Zaha's waist. However, tonight they belonged to me. This licentious "wedding" seemed custom-made for my birthday, allowing me to sink into humiliation and pleasure. I took a deep breath, smiled, and nodded: "Alright, tonight... let's celebrate properly."
I looked into the bedroom, vaguely discerning the general layout, which further fueled my imagination. Through a crack, I could glimpse scarlet silk sheets spread on the mahogany bed. At the head of the bed lay several half-burnt red candles, their wax tears dripping onto a copper plate with faint sizzling sounds. Rose petals were scattered by the bed; their sweet scent intermingled with sandalwood, permeating the air, as if adding an enchanting touch to this "wedding." On the bedside table sat a pot of osmanthus wine, and beside the wine cups lay a few gleaming pearls, as if fallen from Lin'er's wedding gown, shimmering softly in the candlelight.
Li Ying walked gracefully to my side. The slit of her light purple wedding gown revealed the Spades Queen tattoo at the top of her thigh. She bent over to straighten the sheet, her plump breasts trembling beneath the sheer fabric, and the outline of her engorged labia faintly visible in the candlelight. She glanced back at me, saying charmingly: "Husband, tonight you are the protagonist. Don't disappoint us." Her tone carried a hint of teasing, yet her eyes were full of tenderness, as if she had been planning this "wedding" for a long time.
Zhen Jing and Lin'er exchanged a smile, each picking up a cup of osmanthus wine and handing it to me. Zhen Jing said softly: "Husband, drink this cup of wine first to warm yourself."
Her light pink silk dress slipped off her shoulder, revealing her fair, delicate collarbone. The Spades Queen tattoo on her abdomen was small and exquisite in the candlelight. Lin'er, meanwhile, playfully winked and said charmingly: "Husband, after drinking this wine, you'll need to show some strength tonight!"
Her light blue wedding gown lifted, revealing her slender calves. The Spades Queen tattoo on her ankle shimmered in the candlelight.
I took the cup and drank it all at once. The sweetness of the osmanthus wine blossomed on my tongue, bringing a hint of tipsy warmth. The candlelight illuminated the three women's wedding gowns with a soft glow; through the lace cutouts, their delicate female bodies were faintly visible. A licentious atmosphere heated up in the bedroom, as if foreshadowing a forbidden carnival. My heart pounded wildly. My cuckoldry fetish made me both anticipate and feel a slight unease, yet I was willing to sink into the tide of this birthday surprise.
Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er surrounded me, supporting me as I stepped into the bedroom. Their Western-style wedding gowns were as light as sheer fabric; through the lace cutouts, the Spades Queen tattoos were faintly visible, outlining the curves of plump breasts, slender waists, and buttocks, exuding a forbidden allure. Li Ying's light purple wedding gown was slit to her waist; the outline of her engorged labia was faintly visible in the candlelight. She supported my left arm, her plump breasts pressing against my shoulder, her breath like orchids, saying charmingly: "Husband, be careful, don't fall."
Zhen Jing supported my right arm, her light pink wedding gown slipping off her shoulder, revealing her fair, delicate collarbone. The Spades Queen tattoo on her abdomen was small and exquisite. She lowered her head and chuckled softly, her slender hand gently caressing my arm, saying tenderly: "Husband, tonight is your special day; you must drink a few more cups."
Her tone was gentle, her cheeks flushed, as if excited for this "wedding."
Lin'er, meanwhile, playfully squeezed in front of me, the pearls on her light blue wedding gown jingling. Her C-cup breasts gently brushed against my chest. She giggled charmingly: "Husband, your alcohol tolerance isn't good. Look, your face is all red from being drunk!"
Supported by the three women, I stepped deeper into the bedroom. The mahogany bed came into view, scarlet sheets adorned with a few rose petals. At the head of the bed, red candles were half-burnt, their wax tears dripping onto a copper plate with faint sizzling sounds. However, my gaze fixed on the bed—Zaha was already seated there, dressed in a simple black cloth shirt. His dark skin gleamed with oil in the candlelight, his broad shoulders and thick arms exuding steady strength. His expression was respectful, and his eyes held a hint of good-natured amusement. He stood up, bowed slightly, and said in a low voice: "Brother Wu, happy birthday! May you have blessings and a long, healthy life!"
My heart jolted, and my slightly tipsy mind cleared a bit. Doubt surged like a tide. Why was Zaha here? Tonight was my "wedding" with the three women, my birthday carnival. Why was he sitting on our marital bed? Yet, I wasn't angry, not even a trace of jealousy. My cuckoldry fetish had long taken root and sprouted in my heart. Zaha's illicit affairs with Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er were pleasures I tacitly allowed. The black skin of the three children had already explained everything: they were Zaha's blood, yet they grew up in the love between me and the three women. This forbidden satisfaction made me willing to sink into depravity.
I frowned, looking at Zaha, then swept my gaze over the three women. Li Ying's plump breasts gently trembled beneath the light purple wedding gown; the wet traces of her engorged labia gleamed faintly in the candlelight. Zhen Jing lowered her head, gently biting her lip; her delicate female body beneath the light pink wedding gown leaned slightly forward, the Spades Queen tattoo on her abdomen faintly visible. Lin'er playfully stuck out her tongue, the pearls on her light blue wedding gown jingled, and the Spades Queen tattoo on her ankle remained lively. There was no unease in their eyes, but rather a hint of anticipation and cunning, as if they had long planned this "surprise."
I whispered: "Ying'er, Jing'er, Lin'er, what is going on? Isn't tonight our... wedding?"
My tone carried doubt, but no blame. My cuckoldry fetish made me subtly anticipate their answer. Lin'er giggled, squeezed beside me, her slender hand wrapped around my arm, her C-cup breasts pressed against my arm, and said charmingly: "Husband, don't be impatient, Sister Ying will explain it to you!"
Li Ying gracefully stepped forward, the lace of her light purple wedding gown clinging tightly to her delicate female body. Her plump breasts swayed heavily, her dark nipples and Spades Queen gold ornament faintly visible in the candlelight. She stood before me, her slender hand gently caressing my chest, her light red nail-polished fingertips tracing across my cloth shirt, bringing a slightly ticklish sensation. Her dark lips were slightly pursed, her eyes gleamed with a tender allure, and her voice was tender and low: "Husband, do you remember what you promised? You said you wanted to hold a new wedding and marry us three sisters into the family together."
She paused, her slender hand sliding to my waist, gently caressing it, as if to soothe my doubts. She leaned in closer, her breath like orchids: "But now, your penis... has been rendered useless. In bed, you can no longer satisfy us sisters."
Her tone carried a hint of teasing, yet was full of tenderness, and a glint of cunning flashed in her eyes. "So, we thought about it. From now on, in bed, we'll have to trouble Zaha to do the honors. This isn't our fault; after all, husband's penis is too useless, but husband is so kind, it's impossible for your concubines to live as widows, right? That's why tonight's events came to be..."
My heart jolted, my cuckoldry fetish surging with her words. Humiliation and pleasure intertwined. Images of Zaha and the three women couldn't help but surface in my mind—Li Ying's engorged labia being filled, Zhen Jing's breasts being kneaded, Lin'er's jade feet hooked around Zaha's waist. The sense of humiliation made my lower body clench, yet I felt a strange satisfaction. I looked at Zaha. He suddenly stood up, knelt on one knee, his dark face full of respect, and said with ample energy: "Brother Wu, Zaha is willing to share your worries. I have always respected you; in my heart, you are still my master, so Zaha will never betray the trust of the three ladies!"
His voice was deep and firm, with no trace of arrogance in his eyes, as if he positioned himself as a servant of this family, not its master. My heart stirred slightly. Zaha's respect put my mind at ease, yet his presence filled this "wedding" with forbidden excitement.