Inside the room, several naked women lay bound in the center of the hall.
Their eyes were filled with endless pain and despair as they stared blankly into the distance. Their bodies were covered in numerous wounds, some new, some old.
Their genitals were clearly blackened from excessive sexual intercourse.
Bound to a pillar in the hall was another woman covered in whip marks.
She was the most beautiful of them all, appearing noble and elegant, but the cruel torture had rendered her unconscious.
Semen continued to flow between her legs, and her vulva was the most severely ravaged of all, visibly everted and unable to close.
"This is what the people you're supposed to cooperate with are doing, and you're being consumed by hatred. One day you'll become like them. And then, Zhao Xin, who's by your side, will follow you down that path."
My wife said solemnly to Zhao Bainian, then turned and walked towards the hall, untying the ropes binding the people inside. I secretly picked out suitable medicines from the ones my master had given me and secretly gave them to my wife, who then administered them to them.
After his wife held the woman tied to the pillar and fed her the pills, the woman burst into tears, clinging to his wife and weeping.
Her voice was filled with unspeakable pain and grievance, as well as the relief of finally being freed.
The other women his wife had rescued also began to weep.
Hearing these cries, Zhao Bainian lowered his head gently.
Then he whispered, "I'm sorry."
Zhao Xin, too, wept softly and went into the hall to help his wife care for the women.
Hearing Zhao Bainian's apology and seeing Zhao Xin's help, his wife finally smiled happily.
That smile was so beautiful that Yin Yin and I were stunned, while Zhao Bainian and Zhao Xin lowered their heads even further.
What happened next was simple: Zhao Bainian and Zhao Xin found some clothes for the women in the Mad Tiger Gang's guild.
Then they searched the Mad Tiger Gang's basement, found their hidden valuables, distributed them to the women, and took them back to the inn.
Yinyin also went back with the Zhao father and son, leaving behind the words, "Tell me the secret tomorrow."
Then they left, leaving only my wife and me.
After I revealed myself, despite Wang Hu and the others' pleas for mercy, I killed them all and came to my wife.
I looked at my wife with a face full of guilt, about to speak, when she gently covered my mouth with her hand and said, "Don't say sorry!" Then she released my mouth.
Looking at my wife's serious face, and her face that had regained its former beauty, I was filled with emotion and understood what she meant.
My wife didn't regret becoming a prostitute for me. If I said sorry, wouldn't that mean we were wrong before?
We loved each other, so we shouldn't calculate who gave more, nor should we calculate who was wrong.
We don't need to change, because we're happy. My wife has returned to being that spirited, beautiful, and brave woman, which doesn't mean abandoning our previous life; the two aren't incompatible.
She can be a brave, righteous, and universally admired heroine, or she can be a seductive, wanton woman.
And I can be a revered hero, or I can be a cuckold whose wife is easy for anyone to sleep with.
Looking at my wife's strikingly beautiful face, I held her tightly in my arms.
After a silent exchange, we smiled at each other. My wife giggled, then took off her last piece of clothing, her undergarment, and threw it into the Mad Tiger Gang's courtyard.
Then my wife looked at me seductively, kneeling at my feet, her strikingly beautiful face radiating a seductive allure.
But this contradictory combination didn't look awkward on my wife's face at all; it captivated me.
I smiled gently at her, then climbed onto my wife's back. Holding her long, black hair with one hand and slapping her buttocks hard with the other, I yelled, "Giddy up, bitch, back to the inn!"
My wife immediately crawled towards the inn.
If anyone had seen this scene, they would have seen a stunningly beautiful, completely naked woman carrying a man on her back.
This woman possessed an imposing, heroic air; her face was resolute and dashing, with a hint of allure in her eyes and brows.
But this contradiction coexisted on her face without any sense of incongruity; instead, it gave her an unusual beauty, like a goddess from another world.
Moreover, she showed absolutely no concern about crawling naked like a dog in the street; on the contrary, she seemed happy.
The man riding on the beautiful woman was equally handsome. He rode on top of the stunningly beautiful naked woman, his eyes devoid of any lewd or evil intent, instead gazing at her tenderly.
The man's face was full of doting affection.
This was our current scene, completely devoid of any pretense or discomfort.
I straddled my wife's back, pulling on her hair to control her direction, making her go straight, turn, crawl in an S-shape, and circle around.
My wife didn't seem to mind my teasing, dutifully fulfilling her role as a bitch ridden by her master, enduring my occasional heavy slaps to her buttocks.
"Husband," my wife said to me after a while.
"Mmm!" I replied.
"I want to be a heroine admired by all," my wife stated her noble aspirations.
"Good! Husband will also be a great hero feared by all evil," I said.
"I also want to be a bitch, bending over and letting my lover fuck me, making you wear a green hat and become a cuckold," my wife said lewdly, but her tone lacked its usual servility and was filled with tenderness.
"Good wife, you haven't forgotten your husband's hobby. You have to make your husband be a cuckold more often!" I said happily.
"Hmm, I also want to give your lover a bastard child, give you brothers and grandsons, and give my own son grandsons."
My wife's words were vulgar, but her tone was flat, like a statement.
Her face still held that dashing, unpretentious air, without a trace of vulgarity.
"That's great! Husband loves his bitch wife to death. Husband loves his slutty wife the most." After saying that, I slapped my wife's butt hard.
"Ouch! Ugh!" My wife protested, glaring at me in pain. I responded with a wicked smile.
Afterwards, we chatted warmly under the moonlight as we walked towards the inn.
We arrived at the inn about half an hour later.
When we arrived at the inn, Zhao Bainian and his son, along with Yinyin, were waiting for us in the lobby. The innkeeper and the others were already gone.
After we entered, Yinyin immediately came to greet us and whispered in my ear, "Bad brother, Uncle Zhao already knows about your affair."
Hearing Yinyin's words, I looked at Zhao Bainian. He was bowing his head in shame, while Zhao Xin looked at me with a hint of curiosity, probably wondering why someone like me would enjoy being a cuckold.
Seeing the ashamed Zhao Bainian, my wife boldly sat down next to him, her bare bottom exposed, and wrapped her arms around his slightly plump waist, leaning her head against his chest.
My wife's behavior left him somewhat bewildered. Seeing me, he wanted to push her away, but he didn't dare to touch her body.
Seeing his comical appearance, his wife chuckled and said cheerfully, "Uncle Zhao, I've let you play with me all day, why are you getting shy now?"
Zhao Bainian smiled awkwardly, then looked at his wife's face, so different from her daytime appearance—full of spirited beauty—and sighed softly. He said, "Sigh... Uncle Zhao, over the years... I've done so many wrong things! I even need the help of a child old enough to be my daughter to wake up. Uncle Zhao was wrong!"
Hearing Zhao Bainian's words, his wife smiled gently and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Then she said, "It's alright! As long as you wake up before making a big mistake, it's never too late. And... making small mistakes is fine too! Uncle Zhao's little mistakes make me feel so good!"
His wife comforted Zhao Bainian, but her tone became slightly flirtatious at the end, though it no longer had the previous lewdness.
Zhao Bainian blushed and awkwardly glanced at me.
I chuckled softly and said, "Uncle Zhao, don't mind it. Yuxin and I have always played like this. And I should thank you! If it weren't for you, we might not have been able to find our old selves again!"
"Yes, yes! Uncle Zhao, you have no idea what I was like these past few days. All I thought about was getting fucked by a big cock. All my old ideals and dreams were forgotten! Luckily, Uncle Zhao gave me this opportunity, reminding me of my old desires and helping me truly find myself again. My husband and I are so grateful to you!"
My wife hugged Zhao Bainian's neck happily, and finally gave him a heavy kiss on the cheek.
"Oh... thank you! I really don't know what to say. Thinking about it now, these past few years have felt like a dream. Now that I'm awake, I want to slap myself a few times. Luckily, I turned back in time, otherwise, not only myself, but even Xiaoxin..." Zhao Bainian said, his voice choked with emotion.
"Dad! Don't say that. I was wrong too. If I had noticed your pain in time, things wouldn't have turned out this way. I'm such a jerk. Thank you, Sister Yuxin, for letting us start over."
Zhao Xin blamed himself.
"Alright, alright, stop talking about these unhappy things. Anyway, everything's fine now. Let's all smile." Yinyin, the cheerful girl, didn't want to see them blame themselves anymore and immediately changed the subject.
"Haha...good! A smile will make everything better. From now on, we should live happily and try not to make the same mistakes again," I concluded.
After hearing my words, everyone smiled at each other and went back to their rooms.
Before going back to their rooms, Zhao Bainian privately approached me and told me that people in the martial arts world—especially leaders of powerful forces and families—must pay attention to their reputation.
If their reputation is insufficient or their name is bad, it will have a significant impact on their power.
Try not to do anything that damages your reputation.
After listening, I understood what he meant, and then I said, "Don't worry, Uncle Zhao. I understand. We'll be careful when we play in the future, and Yuxin isn't some cheap slut who'll just let anyone fuck her. We'll try our best not to let anyone find out, and even if we are, we'll act like we've been framed."
After hearing my words, Zhao Bainian felt a little relieved.
Before returning to his room, Zhao Xin quietly asked his wife, "Sister Yuxin, will you... will you still let me play with you in the future?"
He stammered, his face full of shyness, completely losing his former mischievous, lecherous demeanor.
After hearing his words, his wife smiled gently, and then generously said to him and Zhao Bainian together, "Uncle Zhao, Xiao Xin, I said I like you and want to let you play with me for a lifetime. As long as you want, however you want, Yuxin will happily let you play with her."
Zhao Bainian smiled awkwardly, while Zhao Xin cheered happily.