In the past, the exquisite pleasure of Feng Yudie's body had always belonged only to Meng Jianhou, her beloved husband. But at this very moment, instead of ecstasy, it brought him unbearable humiliation and soul-crushing pain. Watching helplessly as another man's cock relentlessly invaded his wife's sacred place, he felt his pride, his love, and his very existence shatter into pieces.
His Yu Die… his beautiful, gentle, virtuous wife… the woman who had once surrendered herself only to him… was now beneath another man, her soft cries filling the air. Every "pa… pa… pa…" of flesh colliding was like a knife piercing Meng Jianhou's heart. No matter how hard he tried to shut his eyes, the sounds the moans, the wet thrusts, the ragged breaths echoed endlessly in his ears like the mocking whispers of a demon.
Just when he thought his heart could bear no more, something warm and sweet suddenly dripped onto his face. For a moment, he froze, instinctively recognizing the familiar scent. It was her essence the unique, intoxicating nectar that belonged to Feng Yudie, the fragrance that once made her known as the Butterfly Fairy. Her entire being was alluring, but few knew the truth: even the natural sweetness of her secret place was unlike any other woman's.
And now… that precious fluid was flowing freely, not because of his touch… but because of Jian Wangchi's merciless pounding.
"Yu Die… aroused? No… impossible!"
Meng Jianhou's heart trembled violently, his mind spiraling into chaos.
"She's being violated… she's being forced… my Yu Die would never… how could her body respond to this monster?!"
But before he could even make sense of the horror, he heard it
a low, breathless moan, soft yet unmistakably his wife's voice.
That sound… the very same seductive moan that had once belonged to him alone…
was now being drawn out by another man's hands, another man's cock.
He forced his eyes open in disbelief
and what he saw burned itself into his soul forever.
Feng Yudie, her beautiful body trembling violently as Jian Wangchi's thick, merciless cock plowed deep into her, had unconsciously wrapped her slender arms and shapely legs tightly around the man's muscular frame. Her hips… her own hips… were moving thrusting back, matching his rhythm, betraying everything she had once sworn to him. Her sweet, fragrant nectar spilled out in streams, coating both of them in glistening wetness.
To Meng Jianhou, that sweetness tasted like bitterness and poison.
Jian Wangchi laughed cruelly, his voice dripping with venom and triumph:
"Hahaha! So this is the chaste Butterfly Fairy everyone worships? What a fucking joke!
Your body is mine now, Feng Yudie! Look at you… trembling… dripping… wrapping your tight little pussy around me like you were made for my cock!
Tell me does my dick feel better than your husband's pathetic one?
Hmm? Does your sweet little cunt like me more than him?"
With each humiliating word, he thrust deeper, faster, the obscene wet sounds filling the air as his hips slammed mercilessly against hers.
Feng Yudie bit her lip hard, desperately trying to suppress her cries, but her body betrayed her completely. Every nerve in her sensitive flesh was alive, burning, trembling, responding instinctively to the relentless assault.
Meng Jianhou felt as if his very soul was being torn apart. Every cry from his wife, every thrust of Jian Wangchi's cock, was a dagger twisting deeper into his chest.
"No… no! This isn't real! Yudie loves me… she's pretending… yes… she must be pretending to lure him in, to find a chance to strike… she can't possibly…"
But then… the unthinkable happened.
Through quivering lips, Feng Yudie's voice finally broke free:
"Ahhh~~… it's… too big… it feels so good…!
It's… better than my husband… deeper… harder… aaahhh~!
Push it harder… fuck me harder… I… I'm going to… I can't hold it…!"
Those words crushed the last remnants of Meng Jianhou's hope.
Jian Wangchi roared with manic ecstasy, pounding her mercilessly:
"Hahahaha! That's it, slut! Say it louder! Say you love my cock!
I'll fuck you until your husband's face burns into your shame!
Right here… right now… I'll fill your womb and make you mine forever!"
His final thrusts were wild, brutal, each one deep enough to shake her entire body. Feng Yudie's voluptuous, sweat-slicked form trembled violently in his arms, her moans spilling uncontrollably as pleasure and humiliation consumed her completely.
"Aaaahhh~~!! I… I'm cumming~~! I can't… hold it anymore!"
And then, with a guttural groan, Jian Wangchi erupted deep inside her, pumping his hot seed into the very core of the woman Meng Jianhou once called his own.
"Feng Yudie!!" Meng Jianhou's mind screamed silently, his heart shattering.
Jian Wangchi grinned wickedly, locking eyes with him:
"Watch closely, Meng Jianhou! Watch me impregnate your precious wife! From now on, every time she moans beneath me, remember this moment!"
But before the predator could revel further in his victory, his expression suddenly twisted.
A pained roar tore from his throat as his body trembled violently, his movements faltering.
He shoved Feng Yudie's beautiful, naked body aside, stumbling backward only to collapse, face-first, into the snow.
Feng Yudie, her flushed body still trembling, slowly rose to her feet. Gone was the haze of passion her tear-streaked face now burned with rage and hatred. She stood tall, her body still glistening with Jian Wangchi's essence, and stared coldly down at the fallen man.
Jian Wangchi's pupils shook as he rasped:
"F-Feng Yudie… what… what did you do to me?!"
Her voice, icy and sharp, cut through the air:
"I shattered your true energy… you no longer have control over your body."
And for the first time that night… it was Jian Wangchi's turn to taste despair.