The afternoon sun was scorching, heating the courtyard's stone slabs to a searing temperature. I specifically chose a cool, shaded spot in the backyard near the rockery; it was secluded and undisturbed, with dappled tree shadows. Zaha was already waiting there; his tall, muscular frame stood out even in the shade, sweat soaking his coarse cloth shorts, outlining his bulging muscle contours. Seeing me approach, he immediately lowered his head and respectfully bowed.
"Master." His voice was low, carrying a hint of suppressed excitement.
"Zaha," I stopped before him, my gaze sharply sweeping over his robust physique, especially the startling outline between his legs, visible even beneath his loose pants. I deliberately cultivated an aura of authority, to ensure he always remembered his place. "Are the arrangements for this afternoon clear?"
"Yes, Master. This humble one will bear it in mind." Zaha replied, his voice steady, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his inner excitement.
"Rules are paramount." I slowly paced, my tone calm yet carrying unquestionable pressure, "Madam's feelings are primary; you absolutely must not make any hasty or crude movements. The massage technique must be gentle, especially since Madam will be wearing the 'Thousand Li Silk,' so be even more careful. As for…" I paused, drew closer to him, and lowered my voice, "Licking and teasing are allowed, but you must observe Madam's reaction, stop once the point is made, do not become overly engrossed, and absolutely do not leave any indecent marks."
"This humble one understands!" Zaha immediately responded, a sheen of oil appearing on his dark face—a mixture of excitement and sweat.
"Also," I changed the subject, asking casually, "Has Abu not returned yet?"
Zaha paused for a moment, then replied: "Reporting to Master, he hasn't been seen yet. The people sent to inquire say the purchasing work in the East Market was delayed, so he probably won't return to the manor until later."
I frowned slightly, feeling a bit disappointed. It seems today's [Double Service] task cannot be completed. But that's fine too; letting Li Ying fully adapt to Zaha's service first, and then introducing Abu next time, might yield even better results.
"Mm, I understand." I nodded, "Since that's the case, you alone will serve Madam well this afternoon. Remember, if you perform well, there will be rewards; but if you displease Madam, or break the rules…" I didn't say more, merely swept a cold gaze over him.
Zaha stiffened all over, immediately lowering his head: "This humble one would never dare! I will certainly do my utmost to satisfy the mistress and set my master's mind at ease!"
"Very good." I patted his shoulder, feeling the hardness of his muscles, "Go prepare. Be outside the inner chamber promptly at Shen Hour."
"Yes, Master!" Zaha, as if granted a great pardon, bowed respectfully, then quickly departed, his back radiating excitement.
Controlling these robust, powerfully endowed black slaves, making them willingly serve my cuckold fantasies—this feeling was truly wondrous. I watched Zaha's retreating back, a cold smirk playing on my lips. Slaves are, after all, slaves.
Returning to the inner chamber, Li Ying sat alone on the soft couch by the window, head bowed, diligently working on her needlework. The afternoon sun filtered through the window screen, softly dappling her, casting a halo upon her serene profile. Today, she wore a light purple gauze skirt, and beneath its hem, her jade feet, encased in black silk stockings, shimmered faintly, quietly pressed together.
I walked over lightly and sat down beside her. She seemed to notice my arrival, lifted her head, and offered a gentle smile: "Husband is back." Her smile was tender and captivating, as if the shyness and embarrassment of the morning had completely vanished.
"Mm," I responded, my gaze involuntarily drawn to the black stockings beneath her skirt. Even through the sheer stockings and embroidered shoes, the black allure was still faintly visible. "Ying'er's needlework is truly becoming more exquisite."
"You flatter me, Husband, it's merely to pass the time when I'm idle," she lowered her head, continuing her work, but her earlobes blushed faintly.
I reached out and put my arm around her shoulder, letting her lean against me, smelling the faint fragrance from her hair and body. "Ying'er," I said softly, "Zaha will be here to massage you this afternoon. Are you ready?"
Her body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, and she softly hummed, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
"Today, I specially prepared a new foot bath formula for Ying'er, adding some invigorating and blood-circulating medicinal herbs," I continued, my fingers restlessly sliding towards her skirt hem, lightly lifting a corner to reveal the slender ankle encased in black silk. "It's said to be even more effective with a massage."
Li Ying did not stop my movements, only her breathing became slightly more rapid. I could feel her body's subtle trembling.
"It's just that…" I sighed, feigning regret, "I was thinking, wouldn't it be more thorough to have one slave massage your feet and another to knead your shoulders and neck? It's a pity that rascal Abu isn't in the mansion today; his errands were delayed."
As I spoke, I intently watched her reaction. Upon hearing "another one" and "two slaves," her body clearly tensed, her breathing hitched, and she looked up at me incredulously, her eyes filled with shock and a hint of… panic?
"Husband… you said… two?" Her voice carried a trace of imperceptible tremor.
"Yes," I said, feigning nonchalance, "the more the merrier. One for feet, one for shoulders, and Ying'er will get double the relaxation. It's just a shame Abu isn't here, so it will have to be next time." I spoke casually, as if this were a perfectly normal arrangement.
Li Ying parted her lips, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately just lowered her head, burying her face in my embrace, murmuring, "Husband is talking nonsense again…" Her voice was thick with shyness, and a hint of imperceptible… coquetry?
Sure enough, she was shy. Seeing her in this maidenly demeanor, a strong surge of affection and… sadism swelled within me. I loved seeing her like this: embarrassed, shy, yet subtly anticipating.
I tightened my arms, holding her closely, and lowered my head to lightly kiss her flushed earlobe. "Is Ying'er shy?" I chuckled, my fingers slowly caressing her calf along the edge of the stockings. "Yesterday, someone wasn't so bold, saying Husband's little cock was useless and that a black man's big cock was what truly got her off?"
"Oh! Husband!" She immediately bristled, punching my chest in a mix of shame and anger, but the force was soft, more like a playful caress. "Stop it! Don't mention it again!" She buried her face deeper, like an ostrich, daring not to look at me.
"Alright, alright, I won't say it, I won't say it." I chuckled, appeasing her, my heart filled with the satisfaction of a successful prank. Seeing her like this excited me more than direct humiliation. I lowered my head and kissed her soft hair, then her forehead, her cheek, and finally held her soft lips.
She initially resisted, struggling gently, but quickly softened under my gentle yet dominant assault, clumsily responding to my kiss. Lips and teeth intertwined, saliva mingled, and I could feel her body temperature rising, her breathing becoming rapid. My hands also became restless, caressing the curves of her body through the silk, feeling her astonishing elasticity and softness. My little cock began to harden again in my underpants, its tip moist.
"Mmm…" Li Ying let out a contented hum, her arms wrapped around my neck, completely lost in the kiss.
After a long while, our lips parted. She looked at me with alluring eyes, her cheeks flushed, crystalline saliva still clinging to the corners of her mouth. "Husband…" Her voice was so tender it could drip water.
Watching her passionate expression, my heart burned. Although I couldn't truly make love to her (or rather, my little cock couldn't truly satisfy her), just such intimacy, seeing her so bewildered by desire for me, was enough to bring me immense satisfaction.
"Alright, take a rest." I gently patted her back. "Conserve your energy; you'll be 'enjoying' Zaha's service this afternoon."
She gave me a coquettish glare but didn't refute, simply leaned obediently into my embrace, closing her eyes, as if savoring the kiss, or perhaps mentally preparing for the afternoon's "service."
Holding her, I secretly gloated. Li Ying's defenses were being dismantled bit by bit. Her acceptance of this forbidden stimulation was growing. The hint of dual-slave service had also been planted; next time Abu returned, it could be naturally implemented. Everything was within my control.
I tightly embraced the kitten-like obedient Li Ying in my arms, feeling the softness and slight tremble of her body. Her shy remark, "Husband is talking nonsense again," sounded like heavenly music to me, full of a feigned reluctance that secretly welcomed. My heart was ablaze, and that uncooperative little cock in my lower abdomen began to throb restlessly again.
"Ying'er…" I lowered my head, kissing her earlobe again, my tongue lightly tracing its small, rounded contour. At the same time, I lowered my voice, whispering to her with an enticing and lustful tone, "When Zaha comes this afternoon, do you think… he'll be unable to resist licking your feet, just like last night? Licking them through this 'Thousand Li Silk'… will it be even more stimulating?"
"Mmm…" Li Ying's body trembled violently, goosebumps instantly covering her snow-white neck. She let out a faint, suppressed moan, her hands involuntarily clutching my robes. "Husband… please… don't… don't say anymore…" Her voice was heavily trembling, with a hint of a whimper, yet it sounded more like she was utterly overcome with desire from being provoked.
"Why not?" I chuckled mischievously, my fingers more boldly exploring deep into her skirt, caressing her smooth, firm calves through the silk, feeling their astonishing elasticity and warmth. "Or… will he be even bolder? For instance, while licking between your toes, he might use his rough, dark hand to… knead your calves? Or even… your thighs?" I deliberately emphasized "rough, dark hand" and "thighs," imagining the stark black-and-white visual stimulation.
"Ah…" Li Ying completely melted in my arms, her breathing rapid like a fish out of water. Her body twisted gently, as if she both wanted to escape this humiliating imagination and craved more. "Please… Husband… I beg you… don't say anymore…" Her voice was broken, filled with passion.
Watching her so bewildered by my filthy words, my desire for control and sadism was greatly satisfied. My little cock was aching from its erection, and its tip was moist again. But I knew it wasn't time yet; the real show was for the afternoon.
I gently patted her back, appeasing her, "Alright, alright, Husband won't say anymore. But… Ying'er, deep down, aren't you a little bit excited?"
Li Ying didn't answer, merely buried her face deeper into my chest, like a startled little rabbit. But this silence, to me, was an affirmation.
After a moment of tenderness, I helped her up and said softly, "Ying'er, come with your husband to the study to write a few characters."
She didn't understand why but obediently nodded. I led her soft hand to the study. Spreading out Xuan paper on the desk and grinding the ink, I then handed the calligraphy brush to her.
"Husband, this is…?" She looked at me, puzzled.
"Ying'er, please write a few characters for your husband," I smiled, my eyes, however, holding an unquestionable meaning. Then I leaned in and whispered into her ear, in a voice only we two could hear, "Just write… 'Black cock fucked my slave cunt to ruins'."
With a "pat-tap," the calligraphy brush in Li Ying's hand dropped onto the Xuan paper, splashing a small pool of ink. She abruptly looked up, staring at me in disbelief, her eyes filled with shock, shame, and fear. "Husband! You… you're insane!"
"I'm not insane," my smile remained unchanged, but my voice grew colder by half. "Ying'er only needs to do as I say. Once you've written these characters, I'll take you to pick out some beautiful clothes for this afternoon." I took her hand, placed the brush back between her cold fingers, then grasped her wrist, forcefully guiding her hand to put ink to paper.
"No… don't…" Li Ying struggled, tears welling in her eyes. "Husband… please… don't force me…"
"Good girl, Ying'er," my tone became gentle again, but the strength in my hand did not lessen in the slightest. "It's just writing a few characters; no one will see it. Once you're done, Husband will make you feel good."
Under my alternating gentle and firm tactics, Li Ying's resistance gradually weakened. She closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks, her trembling fingers guided by me as she wrote those unbearable words on the Xuan paper—"Black cock fucked my slave cunt to ruins". Each character was crooked and the ink bled, as if condensing her endless shame and humiliation.
After writing the last character, she abruptly pulled her hand back, covered her face, and began to sob quietly.
I looked at the shocking words on the Xuan paper, then at my wife weeping, slumped over the desk. A complex mix of emotions welled up in my heart: guilt, pity, but more than that, a morbid excitement and satisfaction. I carefully blew dry this "masterpiece," then folded it and kept it close. This was Li Ying's important testament of "submission."
"Alright, Ying'er, don't cry anymore," I stepped forward and gently patted her back to comfort her. "Your husband knows I've wronged you. Come, let's go to the dressing room; I'll pick out some beautiful clothes for you as compensation."
Li Ying looked up, still sobbing, her swollen eyes gazing at me with resentment, yet she obediently let me lead her by the hand towards the dressing room next to the inner chamber.
Inside the dressing room, various types of *ruqun*, blouses, and *pibao* hung neatly. I led Li Ying to a row of brightly colored, thin garments.
"Ying'er, look," I picked up a goose-yellow sheer short *ru* and a water-green long skirt. "How about this set? The colors are delicate, and the fabric is light, perfect for wearing in the afternoon." I chose this set because the colors were light enough to subtly reveal the "spring scenery" underneath, and the short *ru* with a long skirt design made it convenient for… convenient for Zaha to "act."
Li Ying simply watched silently, saying nothing, clearly still immersed in the humiliation she had just experienced.
"Or this one?" I picked up another peach-pink front-opening narrow-sleeved shirt, paired with a crimson trailing skirt. "This one better highlights your figure, and the narrow sleeves make it easier to move." It would be easier for Zaha to reach her arms and armpits during the massage.
I deliberately held the clothes against her body, my fingers "accidentally" touching her chest, waist, and other sensitive areas, feeling the slight tremble of her body.
"Husband…" She finally couldn't help but speak, her voice tinged with a hint of pleading, "Just… just wear that light purple one… like usual, it's fine…" She was clearly afraid of these overly sheer and revealing clothes.
"How can that be?" I immediately dismissed. "This afternoon's massage is 'special,' so naturally, you must dress 'specially.'" I deliberately emphasized the word "special," then picked up the goose-yellow and water-green set. "This set it is; the color suits your complexion. Go change and let your husband see."
I put the clothes into her arms and then unceremoniously pushed her behind the screen in the dressing room. I sat outside, seemingly leisurely sipping tea, but in reality, I pricked up my ears, listening to the sounds from behind the screen.
Rustling sounds of changing clothes drifted out, accompanied by Li Ying's occasional suppressed sighs. My mind already began to imagine her in that outfit—the goose-yellow sheer short *ru* barely covering her chest, perhaps even subtly revealing the outline of her *dudou*; the water-green long skirt light and ethereal, and beneath its hem, her jade feet clad in black silk stockings faintly visible… Just thinking about it, my little cock began to swell again.
Just as my mind wandered, I remembered the system points. The double-slave service this afternoon seemed to be off, and with it, the 20-point reward. A thought sparked in my mind, and I called out to the system: "System, besides [Double Service], are there any other ways to quickly earn 20 points?"
[System Prompt]
Host detected in urgent need of points. Here are quick acquisition plans:
[Temporary Humiliation Task - Peeking at Feet in a Busy Market]: Requires Li Ying to wear silk stockings (without shoes), and intentionally drop an item outside the mansion gate during Shen Hour, allowing at least three passersby or servants to clearly glimpse her silk-stockinged jade feet as she bends to pick it up. Reward: 10 points. Risk: Medium (may cause rumors).[Extreme Gambling - Roulette]: Wager all current 5 points on a roulette spin. 1/3 chance to gain 20 points, 1/3 chance to gain 5 points (break even), 1/3 chance to lose all points. Risk: High.[Special Transaction - Memory for Points]: Sell a segment of the host's modern memory (randomly drawn, content unknown). Can exchange for 20 points. Risk: Extremely High (may lose important information or skills).[Patient Wait]: Wait for Abu to return and complete the [Double Service] task as planned. Risk: Low.
I quickly scanned the options provided by the system. The first task, although only yielding 10 points, seemed highly feasible, and the "foot-peeking" scenario was quite stimulating. The second was too risky; I didn't want to lose the little savings I had just accumulated. The third was even less possible; my modern memories were my greatest reliance. It seemed I either had to risk the first task or patiently wait for Abu.
Just as I hesitated, Li Ying's timid voice came from behind the screen: "Husband… this concubine is ready…"
My thoughts were immediately pulled back to reality, and my gaze fixed intently on the screen…
The screen swayed gently, emitting a faint rustle. I put down my teacup, my eyes intently fixed on the gold-painted screen. My heart rate involuntarily quickened, and that three-inch long little cock in my underpants began to throb and twitch restlessly again. I knew what was coming was a visual feast, and another test of my willpower.
Finally, a slender jade foot, clad in a black silk stocking, tentatively emerged from behind the screen. The embroidered shoe on its tip was delicate and tiny, yet it could not hide the breathtakingly seductive curve beneath the black silk. Immediately after, Li Ying's figure fully appeared before me.
I practically held my breath.
She had changed into the goose-yellow short *ru* and water-green long skirt I had chosen for her. The goose-yellow sheer short *ru* clung lightly to her shapely upper body. The fabric was extremely thin, almost translucent, faintly revealing the outline of a pale pink *dudou* underneath. Even the two *zhuyu*-like nipples on her chest subtly protruded, gently rising and falling with her breathing. The hem of the short *ru* barely reached her waist, exposing a section of her snow-white, delicate waist. The water-green long skirt draped like smoke and mist, light and flowing, yet it also outlined the voluptuous curves of her buttocks. Most fatally, the light skirt could not completely conceal her legs encased in black silk stockings. As she moved, the sheen of the black silk shimmered in and out of view, extending from her slender ankles all the way to her mysterious upper thighs.
This attire formed a strong contrast with her usual dignified and noble image. The pure colors, paired with the extremely seductive black silk and subtly transparent sheer fabric, plus her shy, uneasy, and tearful expression, simply brought the essence of "innocent yet seductive" to its extreme!
"Slutty! Truly a born slut!" I cheered excitedly in my heart, my little cock so hard it felt like it would explode, the mucus secreted from its tip already dampening a small area of my underpants. "Dressed like this, when that black devil Zaha sees you this afternoon, he'll instantly get a rock-hard cock, itching to pin you down and fuck your slutty cunt to death!"
Li Ying's head hung low, her hands nervously twisting the corner of her clothes, not daring to look at me. Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, even her earlobes and neck were stained with a touching blush. Her jade feet, clad in black silk, shifted uneasily on the carpet, her toes slightly curled, revealing her inner tension and shame.
"Lift your head, let your husband have a good look." My voice was tinged with an uncontrollable hoarseness and excitement, my gaze like a tangible thing, lingering inch by inch over her body, from her exquisite hair bun, to her slightly trembling eyelashes, then to the full breasts faintly visible beneath the sheer fabric, and those legs and jade feet tightly encased in black silk, exuding a fatal allure.
Upon hearing this, Li Ying's body trembled slightly. She slowly lifted her head, her watery eyes filled with shame, grievance, and a hint of pleading. "Husband…" Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Tsk tsk tsk," I stood up and walked to her, reaching out a finger to gently hook her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Look at our great beauty, dressed in this outfit, she truly has a unique charm. This slender waist, these long legs… especially these feet wearing 'Thousand Li Silk,' tsk tsk, they're simply soul-stirring!" My finger slid down her chin, tracing her smooth neck, finally stopping on the subtly protruding nipples on her chest, deliberately grinding gently with my fingertip.
"Mmm…" Li Ying let out a suppressed moan, her body so soft she could barely stand, relying on me for support.
"Tell me," I leaned close to her ear, whispering in an even more vile tone, my hot breath fanning her sensitive earlobe, "When Zaha sees you like this this afternoon, will he be able to control himself? Will that big black cock of his, thicker than my arm, burst right through his pants? And then, if he can't help himself and pins you to the ground, strips off your clothes, and furiously fucks your slutty cunt with that big black cock, what will you do? Hm?"
My words grew more explicit, more unbearable. I wanted to humiliate her with this most direct, most vulgar method, to shatter her modesty, to make her completely fall into depravity. I expected to see her become even more ashamed, more terrified, and even… more excited by my words!
However, when I saw the tears rapidly gather in her eyes, saw her body trembling violently from extreme fear and humiliation, saw her originally radiant little face instantly turn ashen, her lips trembling but unable to utter a sound, my heart felt as if something had sharply pierced it.
It was a sudden, sharp sting.
A nerve that had long been numb by excitement and possessiveness seemed to have been suddenly touched. Looking into her eyes, filled with fright and helpless tears, I seemed to see the original gentle and virtuous wife who was devoted to me… the woman I once wanted to cherish, but whom I had pushed step by step into the abyss.
A wave of unprecedented guilt and heartache surged through me, instantly overwhelming the pathological excitement.
"What… what exactly am I doing?" A voice echoed in my mind. I loved her, didn't I? My initial wish was merely for her to find sexual satisfaction, and for me to gain some special psychological solace from it. But now, I was using the most vicious words to hurt her, pushing her to the brink of collapse, simply to satisfy my perverse, twisted desires!
The rush of excitement receded like a tide, leaving behind only cold guilt and self-loathing. The little dick that had been stiff below quickly went soft.
"Ying'er…" My voice was no longer teasing or threatening, but filled with dryness and apology. I released my hold on her, watching as she crumpled to the ground as if losing her support, covering her face and silently sobbing. Her slender shoulders trembled violently, each suppressed sob lashing at my heart like a whip.
I crouched down, wanting to embrace her, but my hand stopped halfway. What right did I have to touch her? I was the one who had turned her into this!
"I'm sorry… Ying'er… I'm sorry…" I mumbled, my voice hoarse. "It's your husband's fault… your husband is a scoundrel… I shouldn't… I shouldn't have forced you like this…"
She didn't respond, only cried more heartbrokenly. The maidservants nearby (Ting'er and Lin'er, it seemed, who had unknowingly stood there with their heads bowed, daring not to speak) tried to step forward to help her up, but I stopped them with a look.
At this moment, what green hat, what black cock, what system tasks, what high-heeled sandals… nothing mattered anymore. I just wanted… I just wanted her to stop crying.
I took a deep breath, removed my outer robe, and gently draped it over her trembling shoulders. Then I carefully helped her up from the ground, holding her tightly, yet incredibly gently, in my arms.
"We're not going… no massage this afternoon…" I softly stroked her back, my voice hoarse but unusually firm. "I'll turn down Zaha. Today… today, we're not going anywhere. Your husband will stay home and keep you company, making amends to you."
The sobs in my arms gradually subsided. Li Ying lifted her tear-filled, misty face, looking at me incredulously, her eyes filled with confusion and a faint… glimmer of hope? "Husband… are you… telling the truth?"
"Yes, truly." I looked into her eyes, nodding with utmost seriousness. "All arrangements for today are canceled. Whatever you want to do, your husband will accompany you. Or, we can just stay here quietly, doing nothing." I paused, then added, "From now on… if Ying'er is unwilling, your husband will never force you again."
I spoke those words sincerely. Although I knew that the perverted desire deep within me had not disappeared; it was merely temporarily suppressed by guilt. Perhaps one day it would resurface. But at least at this moment, I truly wanted to respect and protect her, not use her as a tool to satisfy my selfish desires.
Li Ying stared blankly at me, seemingly trying to discern the truth in my words. After a long while, the terror and despair in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a complex, inexpressible emotion. Finally, she leaned her head gently on my shoulder, letting out a soft hum, like a sigh.
Holding her, my heart was a mix of emotions. I knew our relationship could never return to what it once was. But perhaps, this sudden "brake" might give our broken trust a chance to mend, even if just a sliver?
The road ahead was still long, and the green hat game might continue, but today, I just wanted to hold her close and give her a little overdue tenderness and respect.
Holding the trembling Li Ying in my arms, I led her step by step from the cold changing room back to the warm inner chamber. Her body was light, like a feather, yet stiff from fright. My heart felt as if it were being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, and guilt and heartache submerged me like a tide.
I carefully placed her on the soft couch. She immediately curled up like a frightened fawn, hugging her knees tightly, still sobbing softly, not daring to look at me. The goose-yellow and water-green clothes, originally chosen to ignite my pathological desires, now looked dazzling and out of place on her. Her skin, faintly discernible beneath the sheer fabric, and her beautifully contoured legs and feet encased in black silk stockings, had all lost their usual allure, leaving behind only heart-breaking fragility.
I silently sat by the bed, saying nothing, doing nothing, just quietly keeping her company. Inside, there was only her suppressed sobbing and the occasional chirping of cicadas from outside the window. I watched her trembling shoulders, her curled-up posture, and my heart was filled with self-reproach. What had I done to her? I, this scoundrel! To think that to satisfy my twisted cuckold fetish, I had pushed my deeply loving wife to this point! What damn system, what damn tasks, none of them were worth a single one of her tears at this moment!
My little dick had long gone shapeless, curled up in my underpants, as if it too felt its master's shame. Once, seeing her cry would only make me more excited, wanting to ravage and humiliate her more brutally. But now, I only wanted to hold her tightly, tell her it was all over, and tell her how much I regretted it.
After a long while, her sobbing gradually subsided, leaving only faint whimpers. I tentatively reached out and gently stroked her back. She flinched slightly, but didn't pull away.
"Ying'er," my voice was dry and hoarse, "Are you still feeling bad?"
She shook her head, still not daring to look at me.
"It's my fault," I lowered my head, my voice full of apology. "Your husband… your husband is not a human, I shouldn't have forced you like that, shouldn't have said those wicked words… Hit me, scold me, whatever it takes to make you feel better…"
She finally lifted her head, her swollen red eyes staring blankly at me, tears like broken pearls slipping down again. "Husband…" she choked, her voice laced with endless grievance and a hint of dependence, "Your humble servant… your humble servant is not afraid to do anything for you… it's just… it's just how husband was just now… it frightened your humble servant…"
Her words were like a dull knife, slowly cutting into my heart. So, she wasn't unwilling, she was just afraid. Afraid of my twisted desires, afraid of my unpredictable moods. And her final remark, "not afraid to do anything for you," made me feel utterly ashamed. She cared for me so much, was so compliant with me; even when I made those perverse demands, she only thought of trying "for me," yet I…
I gently pulled her into my embrace, my movements so soft as if I feared breaking a precious treasure. "I know, I know I was wrong…" I held her tightly, my chin resting on the top of her head, my voice choked. "It won't happen again, Ying'er, your husband promises, I will never frighten you like that again. If you don't like it, we won't do any of it, okay? Zaha, Abu, tell them all to get lost!"
She trembled slightly in my arms, not speaking. But I could feel her taut body gradually relaxing.
Silence spread between us, but this time it was no longer awkward; instead, it was a post-catastrophe calm and a subtle tenderness. I held her as if holding a treasured item that had been lost and found again.
"Do you remember when we first got married?" I suddenly spoke, my voice low and gentle. "Back then, we treated each other with respect, like honored guests. Every day, when your husband returned from the clinic, what I looked forward to most was drinking the tea you personally brewed and seeing you doing needlework under the lamp…"
Li Ying softly "hmm-ed" in my arms, seemingly lost in her own memories.
I recalled Yuan Zhen's poem mourning his deceased wife, which seemed quite fitting at this moment to express my remorse and cherish her. I softly recited: "'What I jokingly said about the afterlife back then, has all come to pass before my eyes today. The clothes I used to give away are all gone now; but the needlework you left, I cannot bear to open. Still thinking of our old love, I pity your servants and have sent money due to dreams of you. Truly, I know such sorrow is common to all, but for a poor couple, everything is sadder.'" I paused, my voice growing even deeper. "Ying'er, your husband used to take it all for granted, never imagining a day without you… Today… today, seeing you so heartbroken, your husband finally understood regret… They say 'for a poor couple, everything is sadder,' but if I lose you, what meaning would even vast fortunes hold for me?"
The person in my arms trembled slightly, and after a long silence, she spoke softly with a heavy nasal tone: "Husband… don't say such things… Your humble servant… your humble servant has always been here…" She paused, seemingly gathering great courage, then lifted her head, her eyes misty with tears, looking at me. "As long as husband still wants your humble servant… whatever husband wants your humble servant to do… your humble servant is willing… truly…"
Her gaze was so sincere, filled with dependence and deep affection for me. I knew she was telling me in her own way that she forgave me, that she still loved me, and that she was even willing to continue enduring things she inherently disliked, all for my sake.
At this moment, my mental defenses completely collapsed. I no longer thought about green hats, black cocks, or thrills and pleasure. I lowered my head and deeply kissed her lips. This kiss contained no lust, only profound apology, tenderness, and the relief of having something lost and then found again.
She was surprised at first, but quickly closed her eyes, gently responding to me. Our lips met, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeat, as if to deeply brand this rediscovered tenderness into each other's souls.
The kiss lasted a long time, until we were both a little breathless before separating. She nestled in my arms, her face still tear-streaked, but her expression much calmer, and there was even a hint of reassurance in her eyes.
I gently stroked her long hair, secretly resolving that at least for today, I would be a truly good husband, giving her enough security and tenderness. As for those dark desires… I would let them lie dormant for now. Although I knew they would one day awaken again, for now, I just wanted to cherish her, this precious one I had almost lost.
(Deep in my heart, a tiny voice whispered: The more she thought of me, the more willing she was to sacrifice for me, the more it proved her deep-seated dissatisfaction… She needed a truly powerful man to fill the void left by me, her "little dick husband"… And she would eventually succumb to that black giant cock… Thinking this, a hint of secret excitement began to stir again, but I immediately forcibly suppressed it.)
"Call Ting'er and Lin'er in, prepare hot water and clean clothes." I gently instructed the maidservants standing outside the door. Although ripples still stirred in my heart, I tried to make my voice sound calm and gentle.
Soon, Ting'er and Lin'er entered with a copper basin of hot water and a set of simple, elegant *ruqun*. Both kept their heads down, not daring to look at Li Ying and me, their movements careful. Clearly, they had overheard Li Ying's cries and my apology from outside the door. Seeing Li Ying now nestled in my arms, though her eyes were still red, her emotions seemed to have stabilized, and a flicker of surprise and confusion passed through their eyes.
I paid no heed to their expressions, took the warm towel, and gently wiped the tear stains from Li Ying's face. "There, it's all over now." I murmured softly, my movements utterly gentle, as if cradling a rare treasure.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she obediently allowed me to wipe her face. As the warm towel brushed her swollen eyelids, she let out a comfortable hum.
After wiping away the tears, I gestured for the maidservants to put down the clean clothes. That troublesome goose-yellow sheer short *ru* and water-green long skirt were discarded with disgust. I personally picked up the simple and elegant lake-blue everyday *ruqun* and gently said to Li Ying, "Take off that uncomfortable outfit, and change into this one."
Li Ying looked at the clothes, then at me, her eyes still holding a hint of hesitation and unease.
"Don't worry, your husband will stay right here with you, not going anywhere else." I reassured her, then told Ting'er and Lin'er, "You two may leave first."
The two maidservants, as if granted a great pardon, quickly bowed and exited.
Only Li Ying and I remained in the room. I didn't rush her, just sat quietly by the bed, giving her enough space and time. She hesitated for a moment, then finally turned her back and began to unfasten the uncomfortable clothes.
The goose-yellow sheer fabric slid down, revealing her snow-white, smooth back and a pale pink *dudou*. Next, the water-green long skirt slipped off. She instinctively tried to cover herself, but ultimately allowed her legs, encased in black silk stockings, to be exposed before my eyes. My gaze involuntarily lingered on those shiny black stockings for a moment, and my heart began to quicken again, but I immediately forcibly suppressed it. I couldn't think about that anymore!
She quickly removed those black silk stockings, which symbolized humiliation and temptation, revealing her flawless, jade-white bare feet. Seeing her smooth, beautiful feet, my heart instead felt a sense of ease and peace. As if stripped of that layer of modern eroticism, she had returned to being the pure wife of this era, belonging to me.
She quickly put on the lake-blue *ruqun*, re-enveloping herself completely, and then turned around, her face showing a post-catastrophe relaxation and a hint of imperceptible shyness.
"This… is much better." She whispered, not daring to look at me.
"Hmm, this is good." I smiled and nodded, extending my hand to her. "Come here."
She hesitated for a moment, but still came over and nestled back into my embrace. This time, without the barrier of erotic clothes and silk stockings, I could more clearly feel the softness and warmth of her body, and her steady heartbeat.
I held her, doing nothing, just quietly relishing this rediscovered tenderness. Neither of us spoke, letting time flow in the quietude.
"Husband…" After a long while, she softly called out in my arms.
"Yes?"
"Thank you…" Her voice was very soft, carrying a hint of gratitude and dependence.
My heart twinged again, and my arm around her tightened involuntarily. "Silly Ying'er, what are you thanking me for?" I sighed, gently stroking her long hair. "I'm the one who should apologize. From now on… it won't happen again."
To divert her attention, and to solidify this hard-won peace, I began to chat with her about past warm memories.
"Do you remember when we first moved to Yong'an Ward? Back then, the manor didn't have so many servants, and we did many things ourselves. Every day, you'd wake up early to prepare breakfast for me, and when I returned from the clinic at night, you'd always leave a lamp lit…"
"Hmm," she nodded softly in my arms, a hint of a smile in her voice. "Husband was always busy late into the night back then, and the study lamp was always on when you returned."
"Yes, back then, I had just opened the clinic, always thinking of making a name for myself, so you could live a good life…" I reminisced, my voice filled with emotion. "One winter was especially cold, and you were worried I'd freeze, so you stayed up all night making me a fox fur cape, pricking your fingers in several places…"
"Husband still remembers…" Her voice carried a hint of emotion and shyness. "That's nothing, husband has given so much more for this family."
We talked about those ordinary yet warm past events, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious. I could feel her tense body completely relax, nestling fully in my arms, like a small boat that had found its harbor.
After chatting for a while, seeing that she was in much better spirits, I suggested, "Ying'er, would you like to hear your husband play the zither?"
Her eyes lit up, and she nodded. "Yes, please."
I helped her up and sat down at the zither table in a corner of the inner chamber. It was a seven-string guqin, which I often played in my leisure time. I took a deep breath, recalling some soothing and calming tunes I had heard in my previous life, and gently plucked the strings.
"Zheng—" A clear, melodious zither sound rang out, like a mountain spring, washing away the dust from people's hearts. I chose an ancient melody with a peaceful tune and a distant artistic conception. Though my fingerwork was a bit rusty from disuse, my emotions were sincere.
The zither music flowed gently through the room, carrying a power to soothe the heart. Li Ying sat quietly beside me, listening intently, her face serene and peaceful. The previous terror and grievance seemed to have been smoothed away by the calming music. Sunlight streamed through the window screen onto her, as if draping her in a golden halo. Such was the tranquility of life.
The piece ended, its lingering notes fading away.
"Beautiful." Li Ying praised softly, her eyes filled with appreciation and dependence.
I smiled, put down the guqin, and held her hand. "If Ying'er likes it, your husband will often play for you from now on."
"Hmm." She nodded obediently.
Looking at the sky, it was already close to *Wei* hour. I stood up. "Ying'er, wait here for a moment, your husband will be right back."
"Where are you going, Husband?" she asked, a little uneasy.
"I'll be right back." I smiled mysteriously, then turned and left the inner chamber.
I didn't go anywhere else, but went straight to the kitchen. Earlier, because of my wicked behavior, she had been overly frightened and certainly hadn't eaten well for lunch. I wanted to personally make her some of her favorite snacks and soups.
In the kitchen, the female cook and servants looked surprised and flustered to see me enter personally. I paid them no mind, went straight to the stove, and began to work, relying on my memory of Li Ying's tastes.
I remembered she liked sweet and soft osmanthus cakes, and also enjoyed light and nourishing white fungus and lotus seed soup. Although my cooking skills couldn't compare to the manor's cooks, my intention was unique.
I patiently rinsed the white fungus, peeled the lotus seeds, added rock sugar, and slowly simmered it over a low flame. I then kneaded glutinous rice flour with osmanthus sugar, carefully pressing it into molds. The sweet and glutinous aroma filled the kitchen.
After bustling around for almost an hour, the osmanthus cakes and white fungus and lotus seed soup were finally ready. I carefully served them into exquisite white porcelain bowls and plates, and carried the tray back to the inner chamber.
Li Ying was leaning on the couch, reading a book. Seeing me enter with the items, an expression of surprise appeared on her face. "Husband, this is…"
"Taste your husband's cooking." I placed the tray on the small table in front of her, smiling. "Freshly baked osmanthus cakes, and the white fungus and lotus seed soup you love."
She looked at the tempting desserts and soup in the bowls, then at me, her eyes filled with emotion and delight. "Husband… you made them yourself?"
"Hmm," I nodded, picked up an osmanthus cake, and held it to her lips. "Try it, see if it suits your taste?"
She shyly opened her small mouth and took a bite. The soft, glutinous, and sweet flavor melted in her mouth. "Delicious…" She squinted her eyes contentedly, like a kitten that had stolen candy. "Even better than what the cook makes."
"As long as you like it." Seeing her happy, my sense of guilt also lessened considerably. "Eat slowly, there's soup too." I picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful of warm white fungus soup, gently blew on it, and fed it to her lips.
She obediently opened her mouth and drank it, her face radiating a blush of happiness.
Just like that, one feeding, one eating, as if we had returned to the time of our newlywed bliss. The previous gloom and unhappiness seemed to vanish in this warm moment.
Looking at her satisfied and reassured smile, I secretly resolved to cherish this hard-won peace. The thrill of cuckolding was certainly tempting, but if it came at the cost of harming her, it lost its meaning.
(However, can the hidden desire deep within truly be easily suppressed? Watching her moved by my tenderness and dependent on my affection, a stronger desire for control subtly grew within my twisted heart—to push her into an even deeper abyss after she had felt extreme love and security. This contrast, perhaps… would bring an even greater, more ultimate pleasure? The thought flashed like a venomous snake, sending shivers down my spine, yet it held a fatal temptation.)
I gently placed Li Ying on the bed, tucking the brocade quilt around her. Her breathing was steady and deep, and the shadows beneath her eyelids had faded considerably. Clearly, the earlier fright and weeping had drained much of her spirit. Looking at her serene, peaceful sleeping face, my heart was filled with an unprecedented tranquility and… satisfaction? This calmness felt even more substantial than any extreme humiliation-induced orgasm I had experienced before.
I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on her smooth forehead, then rose and quietly withdrew from the inner chamber. Ting'er and Lin'er, waiting by the door, quickly bowed when they saw me emerge. Their eyes held inquiry and a hint of worry.
"Madam is asleep," I said softly, my tone gentle. "Go in and look after her well; do not disturb her. When Madam wakes, accompany her and chat, help her pass the time."
"Yes, Master," Ting'er responded, exchanging a glance with Lin'er. Their eyes were filled with curiosity, but they still lowered their gaze and entered the inner chamber obediently. I could imagine their confusion when they saw their mistress peacefully asleep.
I went to the study alone, closing the door to block out all external noise. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows on the desk. I didn't immediately sit down, but instead slowly paced the study.
The earlier warmth and guilt still lingered in my mind, but at the same time, another voice was quietly growing. Li Ying's words, "Whatever husband wishes this concubine to do, this concubine is willing," had rooted in my heart like a seed. The more submissive she became, the more dependent, the more my twisted possessiveness stirred.
She's willing to do anything for me… really? What if I asked her… to be with Zaha and Abu together… or even to be humiliated by me on the spot? Would she still be willing?
The thought made my breath catch, and the little dick that had just calmed down below began to throb faintly again. I shook my head violently, trying to shake off this terrifying idea. No, I couldn't scare her again, at least… not for now.
I walked to the desk and sat down, spreading open a medical record, trying to focus on my work. But my gaze swept over the dense characters, and what appeared in my mind was the image of Li Ying wearing black stockings, being licked by Zaha, her tear-filled, humiliated eyes as she was forced to write lewd verses, her shy and uneasy appearance when she put on erotic attire…
These images were like a curse, constantly stimulating my nerves. Guilt still existed, but excitement also began to quietly revive. The two intertwined, forming a more complex, more ineffable emotion.
I impatiently closed the medical record and took out the special medical book from the hidden compartment that recorded all my secrets. I turned to a blank page, picked up my brush, but for a long time, I couldn't put ink to paper.
The plan needed adjustment. Cancelling the afternoon massage was to appease Li Ying, a temporary retreat. But it didn't mean giving up. On the contrary, today's turmoil made me realize that simple coercion and humiliation might not be a long-term solution. I needed more refined methods, a deeper control over her inner self.
Li Ying's dependence on me and her determination to "sacrifice for love" were my greatest leverage. I would use this dependence to make her willingly, even with a hint of anticipation, embrace the scenes she once feared.
Perhaps… next time I could let Ting'er or Lin'er… or even both of them, try wearing silk stockings first and receive service from Zaha or Abu? And let Li Ying watch from the side? Or… I could exchange some of the more "gentle" modern erotic items provided by the system, allowing her to psychologically adapt first?
All sorts of thoughts churned in my mind. The outline of the cuckolding plan became more complex and grand with each deduction. I picked up the brush again and began to record these new ideas on the hidden pages of the medical book, my handwriting messy and hurried, as if pouring out the surging desires in my mind onto the paper.
After recording the new plan, my mood calmed down a little, but the inner heat did not dissipate. Checking the time, it was almost Shen Hour. It was time to deal with Zaha.
I rose and left the study, instructing a servant to call Zaha to a secluded spot in the corridor.
Soon, Zaha arrived. He was clearly prepared, emanating a fresh, post-bath scent, but his brow still held unconcealed excitement and anticipation. Seeing me, he immediately bowed respectfully: "Master."
"Zaha," I said, my hands behind my back, standing in the shadow of the corridor, looking down at him, my voice flat, devoid of emotion, "The afternoon massage is cancelled."
Zaha sharply raised his head, his dark face etched with shock and disbelief: "Cancelled? Master, but… but did this lowly one do something wrong?" His eyes, which had been full of expectation, instantly dimmed, even carrying a hint of panic.
"It's not your fault," I said faintly, enjoying his expression change from being on cloud nine to hitting rock bottom. This feeling of controlling his emotions gave me a hint of pleasure. "Madam is feeling a bit unwell today and needs rest. The massage can wait for another day."
Hearing that it wasn't his fault, Zaha visibly relaxed, but profound disappointment was still clearly written on his face. The slight bulge in his crotch also seemed to flatten instantly.
"Yes… this lowly one understands." He lowered his head, his voice filled with unconcealed loss.
"Hmm," I nodded, my tone still maintaining the master's authority, "You are a clever slave. You know what to do and what not to do. Although it's cancelled today, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. As long as you serve your master faithfully and perform well, if Madam is pleased, I will not treat you unfairly." This was both a warning and an appeasement, and a subtle promise.
A glimmer of hope rekindled in Zaha's eyes, and he quickly declared his loyalty: "Thank you, Master! This lowly one will do his utmost and never disappoint Master and Madam!"
"You may go." I waved my hand.
"Yes, Master." Zaha bowed respectfully again and turned to leave. Watching his back, still marked by unconcealed disappointment yet feigning obedience, an almost imperceptible smile played on my lips.
Give a slap, then give a sweet date. These slaves should be firmly controlled like this. Keep them wavering between hope and despair, make them both revere and crave me.
That way, they will willingly become my most effective pawns in the cuckoldry game.
After dealing with Zaha, my mood completely calmed down. Back in the study, I continued to flip through the medical book, but my thoughts had already drifted back to the inner chamber, to my deeply loved and desired-to-be-ravaged wife, who was still sound asleep.
The road ahead is still long…