The warm medicinal water diffused the fresh scent of herbs, and the soft candlelight spilled over Li Ying's serene profile. My fingers glided slowly over her delicate soles, with moderate pressure, focusing on the acupoints that calmed the nerves and eased tension. She was completely relaxed, nestled on the soft couch, her breathing even and deep, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
"My husband's technique is truly getting better and better…" she murmured languidly, her voice thick with sleepiness, "More… more comfortable than Zaha's massage…"
She actually brought up Zaha's name, and in such a completely relaxed, almost unconscious state! My heart skipped a beat, but my hand movements didn't falter in the slightest. I merely replied in a gentle voice, "Is that so? Then your husband will massage you often from now on."
"Mm…" She responded softly, seemingly unaware of her "slip of the tongue," or perhaps simply not caring.
Was it a simple comparison, or a subconscious lingering affection for the touch of Zaha's coarse, large hands? I didn't know, but this detail, like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, sent ripples through my heart.
I continued to massage her for a moment longer, tentatively asking about mundane household matters, such as what pastry she wanted for tomorrow, or which silk shop she wanted to visit for new fabrics. She responded languidly to each question, her voice growing softer and softer, until she finally drifted into a deep sleep.
Her sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful, showing no trace of the fright and humiliation she had experienced yesterday. Looking at her defenseless form, a feeling of pity welled up within me. She trusted me so completely, depended on me so much… yet, I was concocting a plan in my heart to push her into an abyss. This sense of contradiction was both painful and exhilarating.
I gently dried her feet and carefully placed them back on the couch, then covered her with the brocade quilt. Her jade feet were vaguely visible beneath the covers, fair and small, making me want to hold them in my hands and defile them.
"Sleep well, my Ying'er." I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then stood up, ready to leave.
Back in the study, I didn't immediately sit down. Instead, I walked straight to the low table beside the bed and picked up the pair of crystal high heels that Li Ying had "put away."
In the candlelight, the transparent shoes shimmered with an alluring luster, and the slender heels glinted with a cold, dangerous light. I held them in my hands, my fingertips caressing the smooth, cool surface, as if I could still feel the lingering warmth of Li Ying's feet and the stickiness of my semen from last night.
It was these shoes… this modern temptress that had awakened an unprecedented "virility" within me!
I sat behind my desk, placing the crystal shoes on the table as if admiring a peerless treasure. My gaze greedily traced every line, every detail. I imagined Li Ying's stunning appearance when she wore them again, imagined her swaying gracefully as she walked in them, imagined her being brutally fucked by Zaha's and Abu's dark, thick "big black cocks" while wearing them…
The mere imagination sent an uncontrollable surge of heat through my lower abdomen! My breathing grew heavy, and that three-inch-long little dick in my underpants twitched restlessly, pathetically yet incredibly excitedly raising its head again!
"Slut… Li Ying… my slutty Madam…" I panted softly, my eyes glazed as I stared at the high heels, as if they were Li Ying's embodiment. "Wear them… get fucked by those black devils… let your husband watch… watch your slutty cunt get ravaged by their big cocks… listen to your wanton moans…"
I couldn't bear it anymore. I reached down and unfastened my underpants, pulling out that hot, hard, three-inch-long little thing. It looked so tiny and pathetic in the candlelight, forming an absurd and stark contrast with the luxurious and modern-looking high heels.
I picked up one of the crystal shoes. Its cool, smooth touch sent a shiver through me. I imitated Li Ying from last night, pointing the heel towards myself, with the transparent shoe body facing upwards, forming a narrow, alluring "orifice." I guided my little dick, trembling, and slowly inserted it into the cool, smooth interior of the shoe!
"Ugh!" The cold sensation and intense visual stimulation instantly made my scalp tingle! My glans rubbed against the hard, smooth inner wall. Although there was no real enclosing sensation, the perverted pleasure of defiling a divine object and humiliating myself was more intense than any real sex!
I grasped the crystal shoe and began to masturbate frantically! My little dick moved in and out of that cool, narrow space, making faint rubbing sounds. My eyes were fixed on the shoe, imagining it was Li Ying's jade foot, imagining her toes playing with my glans…
"Fuck… fuck me to death… with your slutty shoe… with your stinky feet…" I groaned incoherently, completely immersed in the self-constructed fantasy of shame.
The climax came unusually fast! Under this extreme mental stimulation, I couldn't last long at all! Accompanied by a suppressed roar, a thin, fishy-smelling white liquid suddenly spurted from the tip of my pathetic little dick, splattering the inside of the crystal-clear shoe!
I collapsed onto the chair, panting heavily, drenched in sweat. The afterglow of the orgasm, coupled with an intense sense of emptiness and shame, surged through me for a long time.
Looking at the crystal shoe stained with my filthy semen, I felt both satisfaction and disgust. I stood up, took a cloth, and carefully wiped the shoe clean inside and out, leaving no trace. Then, I carefully placed this "divine object" that carried my perverted desires back to the low table beside the bed—where it originally belonged.
The night was deep and quiet. Only the flickering candlelight and my heavy breathing filled the study. Tonight's self-pleasure was even more shameful than last night's, and even more… depraved. The magic of the high heels had manifested, and my path of cuckoldry seemed destined to go deeper and darker…
The feeling of post-ejaculation exhaustion swept over my entire body like a tide. I lay slumped in the chair, my chest heaving violently, my forehead beaded with sweat. The study was filled with a shameful scent, a mix of sweat and semen. Even though I had carefully wiped the crystal shoes, that lewd aroma seemed to have permeated the air, burrowing into my nostrils, stimulating my tired but unusually excited nerves.
That pathetic three-inch-long little dick hung limp, with some sticky white liquid still clinging to it, looking utterly disheveled. But my mind was still racing, replaying the scene of masturbating with the high heels. That ultimate pleasure derived from defiling the sacred and self-humiliation lingered.
I forced my tired body to focus again and communicated with the System. I had to calm down and plan my next move carefully.
"System, please display the detailed information and unlock conditions for the [Charm Black Series] items again."
[System Prompt]
Charm Black Series (Beginner) - To be unlocked:
[Spades Tattoo Sticker (Temporary)]: 30 points.
Effect: A spade tattoo pattern applied to hidden areas such as the inner thigh, appearing when wet, lasts 3 days. Visual allure (moderate), psychological suggestion (low).
Unlock Condition: Li Ying's favorability towards black men reaches "Curiosity" (Current progress: 40%/Initial curiosity achieved)
[Black Jade Anklet (Basic Model)]: 40 points.
Effect: A special material anklet engraved with tiny black silhouette figures. Wearing it slightly increases foot sensitivity (+5%), visual allure (low), symbolic meaning (high).
Unlock Condition: Li Ying accepts Zaha/Abu's foot service (including massage, licking, etc.) more than 3 times (Current progress: 1/3 - Zaha's massage once)
[Charm Black Incense (Trial Pack)]: 35 points.
Effect: Special incense. When lit, it releases an aroma that increases a female's acceptance of black male body odor and reduces repulsion (approx. 10%), lasts for 2 Chinese hours.
Unlock Condition: Wu Tao's Cuckoldry Depth reaches "Actively Guiding" (Current progress: Achieved - Wu Tao has clearly expressed a desire for Li Ying to interact with black slaves to achieve satisfaction)
Carefully studying this information, my heart raced again. The unlock condition for [Charm Black Incense] had been met! This meant that as soon as I accumulated 35 points, I could exchange for it! I could light it the next time I arranged for Zaha (or Abu, once he returned) to serve Li Ying, making her unknowingly develop a "liking," or even… a craving, for the strong, primitive scent of black men! This was truly a brilliant plan to strike at the root!
As for the [Spades Tattoo Sticker] and [Black Jade Anklet], they would require more time and opportunity. Li Ying's "curiosity" about black men had already sprouted, but it wasn't enough. More "unintentional" contact and "accidental" glimpses were needed to gradually erode her reserved heart with black desire. Foot service… currently, there was only Zaha's interrupted massage; two more were needed. This shouldn't be difficult to arrange. Next time during a foot bath, I could naturally have him "render service" again.
So, the goal was clear: accumulate 35 points as quickly as possible and exchange for the [Charm Black Incense]! I currently had 15 points, needing 20 more. It seemed the daily [Benevolent Healer] tasks must be consistently completed. That would take four more days… no, perhaps faster? Would the System release other temporary tasks? Or… was there anything I could "sell" to the System? Like… my medical knowledge? Or… those lewd poems?
Thinking of the lewd poems, a sudden urge to create welled up within me. That extreme self-humiliation just now, the intense stimulation brought by the high heels, and the dark anticipation of the future, all transformed into surging emotions, yearning for release. To cloak the most filthy, most perverse desires in the "elegant" form of poetry—this contrast itself held a captivating beauty.
I spread out a fresh sheet of Xuan paper, picked up my wolf-hair brush, and dipped it fully in ink. In the candlelight, my eyes were fervent and focused, the brush tip gliding across the paper, pouring out line after line of seemingly elegant, yet truly lewd, poetry:
"Crystal Ode · To My Wife Ying'er"
In crystal palace, jade beauty fair, (Hinting at crystal shoes and Li Ying)
Each step like lotus, swaying rare. (Describing posture in high heels)
Three-inch bound feet, no desire of mine, (Expressing disdain for foot binding, preferring natural feet)
I favor jade hooks, on waves to recline. (Metaphor for high heels' erectness and footjob pleasure)
Disheveled hair, head on shoulder warm, (Recalling tenderness)
Eyes hazy, waiting for guests to swarm. (Implying expectation for others to enter)
Before ink-jade pillar, shyly bow, (Imagining Li Ying before a black slave's "big black cock"; "ink-jade pillar" refers to black cock)
Wilt for your husband try new pipe now? (Asking if she's willing to try being fucked by a black slave for my (cuckold fetish); "new pipe" is a double entendre for a musical instrument and a black cock)
As I wrote the last line, my hand trembled. The verses were adapted from ancient erotic poetry, yet I cleverly embedded my private allusions to cuckoldry, foot fetish, and black fascination. "Ink-jade pillar," "new pipe"... these veiled terms, only I understood their deep meaning. If Li Ying saw them, she might only find the words beautiful, but be none the wiser? That was exactly what I wanted! To wrap the most filthy core in the most elegant shell!
After writing this poem, I recited it several times, and only then did the agitation in my heart slightly calm. A strong sense of fatigue washed over me, and my eyelids began to droop.
I blew out the candle in the study, carefully put away the poem manuscript, and then tiptoed back into the inner chamber.
Moonlight filtered through the window screen, outlining Li Ying's sleeping profile, making her appear hazy and beautiful. She was sleeping soundly, the quilt rising and falling gently with her breathing. I walked to the bedside and quietly watched her for a while. That pure and flawless sleeping face was in stark contrast to the lewd words I had just written.
I gently lifted a corner of the quilt and slipped into the warm bed beside her. She seemed to sense my presence and unconsciously shifted closer to me, letting out a soft, contented hum in her sleep.
I wrapped her soft body in my arms from behind, my cheek pressed against her smooth back. Her body warmth emanated through her thin sleeping gown, feeling warm and comforting. I closed my eyes, but my mind remained chaotic. High heels, Charm Black Incense, Zaha, Abu, and the poem I had just written… everything was spinning and intertwining.
The path of cuckoldry, once opened, was hard to turn back from. Fatigue finally overcame the swirling thoughts, and I fell into a deep sleep amidst Li Ying's steady breathing.
After lying down beside Li Ying, the fatigue surged like a tide, but I couldn't sleep soundly. My mind kept replaying the crystal shoes, Li Ying's flushed cheeks, and the lewd poems I had just written. About an hour later, I suddenly opened my eyes, and a thought, like a poisonous snake, coiled into my mind—to go see Zaha.
To see this slave who was about to become my wife's paramour, to see what that "big black dick" that could make Li Ying feel like she was dying of pleasure, and make me feel ashamed of myself, actually looked like.
Once this thought arose, it was impossible to suppress. I cautiously got up, trying not to disturb the sleeping Li Ying. I tiptoed into my outer robe, and like a midnight ghost, silently slipped out of the inner chamber.
The mansion was eerily quiet in the dead of night, with only the occasional footsteps of a patrolling servant and a few distant dog barks. I used the dim moonlight to cross the courtyard and reach the servants' side wing. Zaha, as the chief security guard, lived in a small, separate room.
The door was ajar, and inside was pitch black. I held my breath, like a thief, gently pushed the door open a crack, and listened. Zaha's heavy, even breathing could be heard inside; he seemed to be sleeping soundly.
My heart pounded fiercely, both nervous and excited. I cautiously peeked inside, using the faint moonlight filtering through the window to survey the room. The room was small, simply furnished, with only a hard plank bed and a basic table and chairs. A faint smell of sweat mixed with the distinctive strong body odor of a black man permeated the air. I didn't dislike this scent; in fact, it felt somewhat… stimulating.
Zaha lay on the hard plank bed, his dark upper body naked, his muscles gleaming with an oily sheen in the moonlight, full of power. He wore only a pair of coarse cloth underpants, with the quilt kicked aside.
My gaze involuntarily fell upon his crotch.
At that instant, my breathing almost stopped!
Through the coarse cloth of his underpants, a massive, monstrous tent was raised high and fiercely! The shape was so clear, the outline so astonishing! Even through the fabric, one could easily tell what kind of terrifying monster lay dormant beneath!
Was this… the twenty-eight-centimeter "big black dick" that Li Ying was about to experience?!
My mind went blank. Intense jealousy, shame, and an indescribable excitement erupted like a volcano! My eyes were fixed on that towering tent, imagining it fully erect—that dark, thick shaft, that ferocious, full glans, those veins coiling like a horned dragon… and then comparing it to my own pathetic little nub of flesh, only three inches long even when erect…
"Fuck…" I almost groaned aloud. The little dick in my lower body that had just calmed down, under this intense stimulation, surprisingly, disappointingly, yet incredibly excitedly, hardened again! Although still pitifully short, it was filled with the desire for humiliation!
I bit my lip hard, only then managing to keep silent. My legs felt weak, almost unable to stand. Like a despicable peeping tom, I hid behind the door, greedily, jealously, and excitedly staring at the astonishing bulge beneath Zaha's crotch, fantasizing in my mind about it brutally penetrating Li Ying's body… Imagining Li Ying's graceful acquiescence and wanton moans of surrender under that "big black dick"… Imagining myself kneeling beside her, licking Li Ying's jade feet trembling from orgasm…
The intense visual and psychological stimulation almost made me ejaculate on the spot again! I sharply closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, and forced myself to calm down. I couldn't lose my composure here.
Finally, I took another long, deep look at that towering tent, as if to engrave its shape deep into my soul. Then, I quietly closed the door, and just as I had arrived, I left the side courtyard like a ghost.
Back in the inner chambers, my heart was still pounding wildly, and the little dick in my lower body remained stiff, filled with unyielding desire. I removed my outer robe, climbed back into bed, and held Li Ying's soft body tightly in my arms, as if only this could somewhat alleviate the turmoil within.
Feeling her steady breathing and warm body, my emotions gradually calmed down. Exhaustion swept over me again, and this time, I finally fell into a deep sleep. In my dream, a huge, dark pillar seemed to be repeatedly thrusting into something…
"Mm... Husband…"
Li Ying's drowsy murmur reached my ears, her soft body gently stirring in my embrace. I slowly opened my eyes; the morning sunlight had already pierced through the window gauze, illuminating the inner chambers brightly.
I lowered my head, meeting Li Ying's beautiful eyes, just opened and still misty with sleep. She rubbed her eyes, saw it was me, and a relieved, sweet smile immediately bloomed on her face. She leaned in, lightly pecking my lips: "Good morning, Husband."
"Good morning, my Ying'er." I responded with a smile, my heart feeling soft. The turmoil and darkness brought by last night's peeping seemed to have been largely dispelled by the morning sun and her smile. I reached out, gently brushed away the strands of hair scattered on her cheek, and gazed at her delicate, beautiful face so close to mine.
"Did you sleep well last night?" I asked softly.
"Mm," she snuggled in my arms, like a lazy kitten. "I slept very soundly, without any dreams." She seemed to have completely forgotten mentioning "Zaha" in her sleep, and was utterly unaware of what I had slipped out to do in the middle of the night.
"That's good." I felt a sense of relief, yet also a strange disappointment. I lowered my head and kissed her forehead, pulling her closer into my embrace. "With your husband here, Ying'er can just rest easy."
"Mm." She obediently responded, wrapping her arms around my waist, burying her face in my chest, feeling my heartbeat and body warmth.
Sunlight quietly bathed our embracing bodies, and the air was filled with a warm and tranquil aura. In this moment, we were like the most ordinary, loving couple, enjoying a morning of tender intimacy. Yet, beneath this tenderness, how many unknown secrets and surging undercurrents lay hidden, only I knew.
Holding her, inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair, my mind was already planning the day – to go to the medical clinic to complete tasks, accumulate points, and prepare to exchange for that [Black Fascination Incense]... Li Ying... my beloved wife... your good days, perhaps... are coming to an end…
I looked down at my meekly nestled wife in my arms, feeling both affection and a hunter's excitement. The more pure and beautiful she was, the stronger my desire to make her succumb. I gently kissed her hair, feeling her even breaths brush against my chest, my voice so tender it seemed to drip with sweetness: "Do you want to sleep a little longer? You still have dark circles under your eyes."
"No," she shook her head in my arms, looking up at me with eyes full of complete trust and dependence. "Waking up with my husband is the best sleeping potion."
Such sweet words, while comforting my heart, also ignited an even stronger desire for control. I lowered my head, kissed her lips again, twisting and grinding, with the utmost tenderness. She shyly responded, wrapping her arms tighter around me.
After a moment of tender intimacy, not until the sunlight had fully bathed the bed, did I reluctantly release her. "Alright, it's time to get up, my lazy cat madam." I said, smiling as I scraped her nose.
"Husband, you're teasing me again." she complained sweetly, a blush rising on her face, but she still obediently sat up.
I called out to Lin'er, who was guarding the door: "Lin'er, come in and attend to Madam's wash. Prepare hot water."
"Yes, Master." Lin'er's clear voice rang out from outside the door. Soon, she entered, carrying a bronze basin and toiletries, with Ting'er following behind, holding Li Ying's clothes for the day.
I didn't leave immediately; instead, I leaned against the headboard, watching with keen interest as Lin'er and Ting'er attended to Li Ying's toilette. Li Ying sat before the dressing table, allowing Lin'er to wring dry the face towel and apply scented cream for her, while Ting'er stood by, combing her long hair into a dignified bun. Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, falling on her smooth forehead and soft profile, as if plating her with a sacred halo.
Beholding this virtuous and gentle scene, my mind involuntarily conjured images of her wanton appearance last night, wearing crystal shoes, being fucked by me on the bed, and her jade feet covered in my semen... This vast contrast made my lower body begin to subtly swell again. I forced myself to avert my gaze, silently chanting to myself: Soon... it will be soon...
After Li Ying finished her toilette and changed into a refreshing light green Ruqun, we went to the dining hall together.
Breakfast was as abundant and delicious as ever. I assiduously served Li Ying, chatted about mundane affairs, asked about her sleep last night, and showed concern for her health, my words brimming with a husband's thoughtfulness and care. Her smile grew even more radiant, her eyes almost overflowing with tenderness.
"Oh, by the way, Ying'er," I said, setting down my chopsticks after breakfast. "I have some matters to attend to at the medical clinic today, so I must go there. You should rest well at home, and don't overexert yourself."
"Mm, Husband, go without worry." She nodded obediently. "Ting'er and Lin'er will look after things at home."
"If I don't return for lunch, I'll have Old Liu send word," I added. "When I come back, I'll see if there's any hibiscus cake you like at the market and bring some back for you."
"You're so thoughtful, Husband." She smiled like a blooming flower, her eyes filled with happiness.
Watching her satisfied and happy expression, my heart filled with a twisted sense of pleasure. The more she immersed herself in the illusion of tenderness I wove for her, the stronger the thrill and sense of achievement would be when I personally tore it all apart and plunged her into the abyss of desire.
I stood up, kissed her forehead lightly, and then, under her reluctant gaze, I turned and left the dining hall, instructing the servants to prepare the carriage for a trip to the medical clinic. The new hunt had begun.
Under Li Ying's affectionate gaze, I walked out of the dining hall and arrived at the mansion gate. By the carriage, which was already waiting, several capable servants stood with their hands respectfully at their sides.
"Go," I ordered one of the seemingly clever servants. "Find reliable people to inquire when Abu can return to the manor. If there's any news, quickly inform me at the medical clinic."
"Yes, Master." The servant responded and departed.
Watching the servant's retreating back, I mused inwardly. That Abu fellow, his build is even larger than Zaha's, and that black dick of his is reportedly even more impressive, reaching an astonishing thirty centimeters! If he were to join in too... could Li Ying's little cunt possibly endure it? Just imagining that scene made my lower abdomen flush hot again. But no rush, everything must proceed according to plan. Zaha's situation isn't settled yet, so Abu's matter can wait for now.
I boarded the carriage and instructed the coachman: "To the Quchi Quarter Medical Clinic."
The carriage passed through the not-so-crowded streets and soon arrived at the medical clinic. The clinic was already open for consultations; Old Liu and a few apprentices were busy attending to patients. The aroma of medicine mingled with the various scents of the patients, creating the clinic's unique atmosphere.
I changed into my customary green robe, washed my hands, and began seeing patients. Perhaps due to the clear weather today, there was an unending stream of people seeking medical attention, mostly for common headaches, fevers, colds, and coughs. I patiently performed the four diagnostic methods, prescribed medicine, and administered acupuncture for each, keeping quite busy.
During this time, I also paid attention to the requirements of the system task [Benevolent Healer]. Compared to yesterday, there seemed to be no "coincidentally" difficult and complicated illnesses brought in today. I was not in a hurry, treating every patient diligently. Being a benevolent healer was not just for the system task, but also my foundation for living.
As noon approached, an old woman came in, suffering from a chronic cough and a sallow complexion. She described frequent chest tightness, night sweats, and poor appetite. I carefully took her pulse; her pulse was weak and thready, and her tongue coating thin and white. This was not a simple lung ailment but a typical case of Qi and Yin deficiency. Although common, if not properly treated, this condition could easily recur and be difficult to cure, thus qualifying as a "difficult" case.
I had my plan. First, I gently comforted the old woman, telling her to relax. Then, I prescribed a formula primarily to tonify Qi and nourish Yin, moisten the lungs, and relieve cough, using medicinal herbs such as Ginseng, Ophiopogon Japonicus, Schisandra Berry, and Lily Bulb. I instructed her to nurse herself patiently and avoid spicy and greasy foods. At the same time, I taught her a few simple breathing and guiding techniques to help her lung Qi circulate. The old woman, listening to my meticulous explanations, was moved to tears of gratitude.
After seeing the old woman off, the system prompt arrived as expected.
[System Prompt]
Task [Benevolent Healer] completed! Successfully treated a difficult patient. Reward received: 5 system points!
Current System Points: 15 + 5 = 20 points!
Very good, another 5 points in hand. Still 15 points short of exchanging for [Black Fascination Incense]. Looks like I need to keep up the effort.
Patient traffic gradually thinned in the afternoon. I handed over the consultation duties to the apprentices and went to the medicinal herb storage in the back hall. Hundreds of herb drawers were neatly arranged there, and the air was thick with the rich scent of medicine. Under the guise of checking the herb inventory, I began preparing for my "plan."
My gaze swept over the labels. Horny Goat Weed, Cynomorium, Cistanche... these aphrodisiacs, they might be useless for my three-inch pecker, but perhaps… I could give them to Zaha and Abu? To make them even more virile, to charge rampantly inside Li Ying's slutty cunt, fucking her until she cried for her parents? At this thought, a wicked smile involuntarily curled on my lips.
I looked to the other side: Silk Mimosa Bark, Polygala, Jujube Seed... these were calming herbs. The ones I gave Li Ying last night were of this kind. And... Safflower, Peach Kernel, Musk... to invigorate blood and resolve stasis, and even... have abortifacient effects? I should carefully store these; they might have unexpected uses later.
My gaze finally landed on an inconspicuous corner, where some herbs with rather special scents were placed, such as... Asafoetida with its strong, rank odor, and cloves and cardamom that could emit exotic fragrances. Black Fascination Incense... While the item provided by the system was indeed miraculous, what if I could combine it with these traditional spices to concoct a more unique and targeted "lure"? For example, an incense that could amplify the "masculine aura" in black men's body odor while simultaneously reducing its stimulating harshness? Or, a "spring passion inducer" that would make women's bones go soft with desire and lose all restraint upon smelling it?
This idea thrilled me! This wasn't just about completing system tasks; it was about applying my medical knowledge to this ultimate perverse desire! Using medical arts to "refine" aphrodisiacs, using knowledge to pave the way to the abyss of debauchery! This feeling, compared to merely watching NTR scenes, gave me an even greater sense of control!
I carefully selected several herbs that were mild in nature, unique in scent, and had some calming or mild blood-invigorating effects, such as sandalwood, agarwood, and valerian. I also added a small amount of Angelica Dahurica and Spikenard to neutralize any strange odors. I planned to grind them into powder, mix them together, and test them myself first, to see if I could concoct an incense that could both calm the nerves and aid sleep, while also stimulating lust, and even making the user subconsciously develop a liking for certain "special scents."
This was my preliminary preparation for the "Black Fascination Incense." Even if I couldn't exchange for the system item yet, I could still subtly influence Li Ying using my own methods.
After being busy at the medical clinic for most of the day, and seeing that dusk was approaching, I tidied up and left the clinic. I instructed the coachman to take a detour to the West Market.
The West Market was still bustling with noise and activity. The cries of vendors and sounds of haggling were incessant, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and the scents of various goods. I wove through the crowd, skillfully making my way to a pastry shop I frequented.
"Shopkeeper, a box of hibiscus cake, freshly made."
"Alright! Physician Wu, please wait a moment!" The shopkeeper recognized me and greeted me warmly, swiftly wrapping the still-warm hibiscus cake in oiled paper and handing it to me.
After paying, I took the warm pastry. Thinking of Li Ying's happy expression when she saw it, a hint of warmth rose in my heart. Even though my heart was filled with dark plans, this tenderness towards Li Ying seemed to be real. Perhaps it was precisely this reality that made the impending betrayal even more stimulating?
Returning to the manor, the setting sun was painting the courtyard in a warm golden hue. Carrying the pastries, I hastened towards the inner chambers. Li Ying was sitting on the soft couch by the window, doing needlework. Hearing my footsteps, she looked up, and a gentle smile immediately appeared on her face.
"Husband, you're back!" She put down her needlework, stood up to greet me. "Are you tired today?"
"Not bad." I handed her the hibiscus cake, smiling. "Look what I brought back for you?"
"Oh! It's hibiscus cake!" She took it with surprise, her eyes sparkling with delight like starlight. "Husband, you're the best!" She stood on tiptoe and lightly kissed my cheek.
This intimate gesture made my heart flutter. I embraced her slender waist and whispered in her ear: "Just this isn't enough to thank me…"
"Then... what thank you gift does Husband want?" she asked, blushing, shyly nestled in my arms, her voice soft and sweet.
"Tonight... I'll tell you then..." I deliberately blew a breath into her ear, watching her earlobes instantly flush red, my heart filled with satisfaction and anticipation for the night.
After a moment of tenderness with Li Ying, watching her contented and joyful expression as she took the hibiscus cake back to her room, my desire for control was greatly satisfied. I didn't immediately go to dinner; instead, I turned and headed to the study. Some matters needed to be struck while the iron was hot.
Inside the study, candlelight flickered. I opened the specially made medical book, picked up my brush, and meticulously recorded the incense formula I had conceived that afternoon on its hidden pages: three parts sandalwood, two parts agarwood, one part valerian, supplemented with a small amount of Angelica Dahurica and Spikenard, subtly enhanced with a trace of musk... This was just a preliminary formula; it would require repeated adjustments. But this first step had been taken, using my medical arts to serve my perverse desires—this feeling was indescribably wonderful.
Putting down the brush, I took out the required herbs from the medicine cabinet, placed them in a stone mortar, picked up the pestle, and began to slowly grind them. Under the pestle's crushing, the herbs gradually turned into fine powder, emitting a complex and strange fragrance that permeated the study. This was not just medicinal powder; this was the key to prying open Li Ying's mental defenses and luring her towards the abyss of black fascination…
After grinding for a while, estimating the time was right, I called out: "Someone, go fetch Zaha to the study."
"Yes, Master." The servant's reply came from outside the door.
Soon, heavy footsteps approached, and Zaha's tall figure appeared at the study door. He was still clad in coarse cloth shorts, his dark muscles gleaming menacingly in the candlelight. He had clearly just been summoned, his expression somewhat nervous, but a glimmer of suppressed anticipation shone in his eyes.
"Master." He respectfully bowed, not daring to look up at me.
"Mm." I set down the pestle, wiped my hands, and walked before him, my gaze sweeping over his robust body, lingering slightly especially on the crotch concealed by his coarse cloth trousers. The impact of last night's glimpse was still potent, jealousy and excitement once again intertwining and surging in my heart. This black stallion was about to replace me, to brutally satisfy my wife with that despair-inducing "big black dick"…
"Have you been well-behaved in the manor today?" I asked in a flat tone, with the authority of a superior.
"Reporting to Master, this humble one has always kept to his duties, daring not to be negligent in the slightest." Zaha hastily replied, his voice a little tight with nervousness.
"That's good." I nodded, paced behind him, and my finger seemingly inadvertently traced his sturdy spine, feeling his body instantly stiffen. "Yesterday... Madam seemed to be in good spirits."
Zaha's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and his breathing quickened slightly. "To... to be able to serve Madam, it... it is this humble one's honor…"
"An honor?" I scoffed coldly, walked in front of him, lifted his chin, forcing him to look into my eyes. "Do you know what that means? It means your hands, those coarse hands of yours, fit only for wielding a knife and killing, touched something they shouldn't have! They touched the noblest, most perfect jade feet in this world!" My voice wasn't loud, but it carried an icy chill and a strong implication of humiliation.
Zaha's face darkened further, a hint of humiliation flashed in his eyes, but more so fear and... an even stronger flame of desire ignited by this humiliation! "Master... this humble one... this humble one wouldn't dare…"
"I suppose you wouldn't dare." I released my hand, watching his body tremble slightly from excitement and fear, and a surge of control-induced pleasure rose within me. "However…" I changed my tone, like teasing prey. "Madam's jade feet are delicate and often require maintenance. Though your technique is crude, it does have some strength. Perhaps... there will be times I'll have use for you in the future."
Zaha sharply lifted his head, his eyes bursting with unbelievable ecstasy! "Ma... Master... you mean…"
"My meaning?" A playful smile curved on my lips. "My meaning is, you stay put and behave, and always keep your hands ready, and also… that thing of yours that Madam might be 'curious' about…" I deliberately emphasized the word "curious," my gaze sweeping over his crotch. "When to use you, and how to use you, it's all up to me. Understand?"
"Understood! This humble one understands! Thank you, Master, for your grace! Thank you, Master, for your grace!" Zaha was incoherent with excitement, an unusual flush appearing on his dark face, and the coarse cloth trousers over his crotch seemed to bulge even more!
Watching his excited yet humble demeanor, my sense of satisfaction reached its peak. "Alright, get out of here. Remember my words."
"Yes! Yes! This humble one takes his leave!" Zaha, as if he had received an immense reward, repeatedly bowed and practically backed out of the study.
I watched his retreating back, the smile at the corner of my mouth growing colder. Zaha, this dog, had been firmly leashed by me. Next, it was about how to make my Ying'er, willingly, open her legs and welcome the impact of this black beast…
I instructed the servants to prepare supper, while I returned to the inner chambers, changed into clean, everyday clothes, and dined with Li Ying, who was already waiting in the dining hall.
The atmosphere at supper was warm and harmonious. Li Ying was clearly quite pleased by my gesture of bringing her osmanthus cakes. During the meal, she frequently served me dishes, her brows and eyes filled with gentle smiles. We chatted about what we had seen and heard during the day, about poetry and prose, like the most ordinary loving couple.
After the meal, dusk had fully descended, and lanterns were lit in the courtyard, casting a hazy glow.
"Husband, shall we take a walk in the courtyard? The moonlight seems lovely tonight." Li Ying suggested, her eyes full of anticipation.
"Good." I readily agreed, taking her hand, and together we walked into the courtyard.
The summer night courtyard was breezy and cool, carrying the fresh scent of flowers and plants. We strolled side-by-side on the pebble path, moonlight dappling through the treetops. Li Ying nestled beside me, sighing contentedly, "Husband, it's so good like this."
"Hmm?" I turned my head to look at her.
"Just like this... husband accompanying me, walking quietly..." Her voice was soft and satisfied.
My heart stirred. I put my arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, with a hint of suggestive teasing, "Just walking isn't enough, is it? Your husband wants to do something else..."
Her cheeks immediately flushed red, and she lightly thumped me, "Husband, you're being improper again..."
"Improper? How so?" I feigned innocence, "I mean... Ying'er's jade feet are delicate, and I imagine they must be tired from yesterday's outing. Your husband was thinking, shouldn't I continue using that calming prescription, to give you a foot bath and a massage?"
Hearing "foot bath" and "massage," her body stiffened slightly. The tingling comfort and strange stimulation from last night seemed to surge up again. She lowered her head, her cheeks redder than ever, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz: "Yesterday... didn't we just have one?"
"Precisely because it's good, we should bathe and massage often." I pulled her closer, my lips almost touching her earlobe, my voice full of temptation, "Didn't Ying'er also say... it was very comfortable? Even... more comfortable than Zaha's massage?" I deliberately brought up Zaha's name again.
"Husband!" She was both shy and embarrassed, stomping her foot, wanting to break free from my embrace, but her body felt soft and powerless. "Don't mention him again..."
"Alright, alright, I won't mention him." I said, smiling reassuringly, but in my heart, I understood. Although she resisted verbally, her body's reaction was very honest. When Zaha's massage was mentioned, she didn't show genuine disgust, but rather more shyness and a kind of... tacit acceptance? It seemed that last night's probing and tonight's hints had both worked.
"So... are we still doing a foot bath tonight?" I pressed on, my tone gentle, with a hint of insistence that brooked no refusal.
She was silent for a moment, then finally nodded softly, her voice barely audible: "...As husband wishes."
"Good girl." I kissed her cheek contentedly, my heart filled with the pleasure of a successful scheme.
Under the moonlight, we continued our stroll, embracing, each lost in our own thoughts. She was immersed in her husband's tender care, while I, in my mind, was outlining the next step – tonight's foot bath, perhaps... it wouldn't be so "pure"?
Li Ying nodded gently in my arms, that whisper-thin phrase, "As husband wishes," melted my heart like the sweetest honey, yet it also ignited an even deeper, darker flame within me. Her docility and dependence made me both love and pity her, and even more, want to "bully" her severely.
I didn't let go of her immediately, but held her even tighter, my chin resting on her soft hair, taking a deep breath of her intoxicating scent, a blend of faint floral notes and a young woman's natural fragrance. "Ying'er, so good..." I chuckled softly,
with a contented sigh.
We continued to lean against each other under the moonlight for a while, I deliberately slowed my pace, letting her soft body press closely against mine, feeling each other's body warmth and heartbeats. The cool night breeze rustled her skirt and my robes, bringing wafts of floral scent, creating a serene and ambiguous atmosphere.
"Speaking of which..." I began, as if casually, lowering my voice, with a hint of inquiry, "Ying'er just said that Zaha's massage wasn't as comfortable as your husband's... specifically, where was it lacking?" My fingers lightly caressed her waist, feeling the slight tremor beneath her delicate skin.
"Oh, husband..." She was shy and flustered, burying her face in my chest, her voice muffled, "Why are you bringing him up again..." Her tone was one of petulance, but without the previous resistance, instead, it carried a hint of... coquetry?
"Your husband is just curious," I continued to "skillfully coax" her, my voice so gentle it could wring water, "That Zaha fellow, he looks muscular and strong, his hands must be powerful. Your husband is worried that his clumsy hands might hurt Madam's jade feet? After all, Madam's feet are so delicate..." As I spoke, I looked down at her slender feet, hidden beneath her skirt, with a gaze almost of pity.
She seemed touched by my "concern," and after a moment of silence, she hesitated and whispered, "He... his hands are a bit strong... some places he pressed... it hurt a little... not like husband who... knows the right pressure..." She paused, her voice even softer, "But... some places... when he pressed hard... it was also... also quite... comfortable..."
"Oh? Which places?" I immediately pressed, my heart soaring with joy! She felt something after all! And not just pain!
"It's... it's the arch of my foot..." Her cheeks were so red they looked like they would drip blood, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, "When his rough, big thumb pressed down hard there... it was itchy and numb... and also... an indescribable feeling..."
The arch of the foot! Itchy! Numb! Indescribable feeling! This was practically the clearest signal! That Zaha fellow, a blind cat hitting a dead mouse, had unintentionally touched her foot's erogenous zone! And she actually wasn't completely repulsed by this feeling, even finding it "comfortable"?!
My breathing instantly grew heavy. My little cock, only three inches long, violently stiffened under this intense psychological stimulation, pressing against her soft lower abdomen through my clothes! I could almost visualize Zaha's rough, dark hand kneading her fair, delicate, beautifully curved jade feet... imagining her toes curling, her body trembling slightly, and her desperately trying to hold back moans under his crude pressure...
"So that's how it is..." I suppressed the wild joy and agitation in my heart, my voice slightly hoarse from excitement, "It seems your husband also needs to learn his 'rough yet subtle' technique... lest our Madam only remember the servant's massage in the future, and forget her husband's goodness..." I said this in a half-joking, half-jealous tone.
"Husband, what nonsense are you saying!" She playfully thumped me, but didn't refute, instead burying her face deeper, seemingly tacitly accepting my ambiguous "accusation."
Goal achieved! I now had a clearer understanding of her body's reaction and her true feelings about Zaha's massage! Tonight's foot bath would no longer be a simple test!
"It's late, and the wind is chilly, let's go back to our room." I said softly, taking her hand and walking towards the inner chambers. "Your husband will now go prepare the medicinal decoction, to serve our Madam a good foot bath, and relieve her fatigue."
Back in the inner chambers, candlelight illuminated the room. I instructed Lin'er to prepare hot water and the bathtub, while I returned to the medicine cabinet in the side room. This time, in addition to the calming herbs like polygala, mimosa bark, and sandalwood, I deliberately added a few herbs that subtly invigorated blood and had a certain "stimulating" effect, such as a small amount of safflower and a tiny bit of musk that emitted an ambiguous fragrance. Of course, the dosages were kept extremely small, not enough to arouse any suspicion, yet sufficient to amplify her body's sensitivity under the warmth of the water and the stimulation of massage.
Soon, Lin'er brought in the foot bath tub filled with hot water and placed it in front of the soft couch. I put the carefully prepared herb pouch into the water, tested the temperature with my hand, and once confirmed suitable, I beckoned to Li Ying, who had just finished bathing and changed into a light silk sleepwear. "Ying'er, come."
She glided gracefully towards me, her figure lithe. The light pink silk sleepwear clung to her, outlining her voluptuous and alluring curves. Her full, ample breasts were faintly visible, and as she walked, her long, fair legs appeared and disappeared beneath the hem of her skirt. Her face was flushed from the bath, and her eyes, as they turned, held a hint of anticipation and imperceptible shyness.
"Husband..." She came before me, her voice soft and sweet.
"Sit." I helped her sit by the couch, my gaze unashamedly admiring her alluring appearance at this moment.
She obediently sat down, subtly lifting her skirt to reveal her perfect jade feet, carved as if from white mutton-fat jade. Her toes were round and cute, her nails neatly trimmed, showing a healthy pink hue. Her ankles were slender, her arches graceful, and her skin so delicate that not a single pore was visible.
Looking at these jade feet, which I was about to "profane," my breathing began to grow heavy again. I took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to immediately pounce and lick them, then half-knelt before her, carefully placing her perfect feet into the warm water that exuded a strange medicinal fragrance.
"Mmm..." She sighed comfortably, her body relaxing, leaning back languidly, resting her arm on the couch, and tilting her head slightly, exposing her graceful neck and delicate collarbones. This posture carried an unguarded allure.
"Is the water temperature okay?" I asked softly, my gaze fixed on her jade feet, faintly visible in the water.
"Mmm... very comfortable..." Her voice had a hint of lazy nasal sound, making my heart burn even more.
"Then... shall your husband begin?" My voice held a hint of inquiry, but more of a declaration before the impending "enjoyment."
She didn't answer, merely closed her eyes gently, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows in the candlelight, as if completely immersed in relaxation and anticipation.
I moved the footstool over and sat down, took a deep breath, and immersed my hands in the warm medicinal water. This time, there was no longer any "pure" thought in my mind, only a clear goal—to tease her, to stimulate her, to awaken the deepest desires of her body, to make her completely succumb in my hands (and in my imagination, Zaha's)!
My hands gently held her slender ankles, the warm medicinal water covering the back of my hands. Her skin was smooth and delicate, feeling like the finest silk. My fingertips lightly pressed and kneaded the acupoints on her ankles, my movements still gentle, but compared to last night, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible hint of teasing.
My hands slowly kneaded her slender, smooth ankles and calves, the warm medicinal water covering my knuckles, also soaking her delicate skin. In the candlelight, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes subtly trembling, her breathing even, seemingly completely immersed in comfortable relaxation. But beneath this calm facade, did hidden memories and burgeoning desires stir? My heart was filled with anticipation.
I deliberately slowed my movements, my fingertips lingering on her skin, sometimes as light as a feather, other times adding a little more force, pressing on the acupoints along her calves. "Ying'er's calves are truly well-proportioned, with soft lines and skin as smooth as the best silk..." I murmured in a low, ambiguous voice while massaging, "Every time your husband touches them, he can't help but feel restless..."
She didn't open her eyes, but her cheeks seemed to flush redder, and she let out an almost inaudible hum through her nose, as if tacitly acknowledging my praise, and also as if enjoying this sexually suggestive caress.
Observing that she didn't resist, I grew bolder. It was time to get to the "main point."