Chapter 72 of 90
A Hundred Points Just for Watching
In the morning, she bathed as usual.
Then she stood in front of her wardrobe for a long time.
She put on the black string underwear first, as ordered. It was nothing. A thread around her waist and a thread between her legs and a tiny triangle in front. Then she went through the robes, one by one. Every one of them was more revealing than the last. She chose the one that showed the least.
It was a pale gray silk, smooth and heavy and cool. It slid over her skin like water and clung. The neckline was cut deep, so that the inner curves of her breasts showed in a long pale valley down to her breastbone. And without a breastband, her breasts moved freely under it—soft, heavy, swaying when she turned—and her nipples pushed out the silk in two clear points. Behind, the silk sank into the cleft of her ass, because there was nothing but a thread to stop it, and clung to the two round curves on either side, so that the shape of her was laid out under it as plainly as if she were naked. The skirt was slit on both sides to the hip. When she walked, her legs flashed through the slits, long and white.
She looked in the mirror and hesitated.
It's only a little more revealing than usual, she told herself. Great ladies wear robes like this in the capital. The Princess's own ladies-in-waiting wore robes like this.
She went out.
The guards at the main gate saw her coming, and forgot to breathe.
All four of them. They stood there at their posts with their spears in their hands and their mouths open, and their cocks went hard in their trousers so fast that one of them actually shifted his spear to hide it. They had never—not once, in all their years at this gate—seen the City Lord dressed like this. They stared at her body. At her breasts swaying under the silk. At her nipples. At the long white legs flashing through the slits.
She walked past them out of the gate without a glance.
And they turned, all four, and stared at her ass as she went down the street. The gray silk had sunk deep into her crack. Every step, it moved. Every step, they could see exactly how she moved under it.
She was embarrassed. Terribly embarrassed. But it was an order.
She went to the city hall as she did every day.
Li Yutang was standing at the foot of the steps with his captains around him, waiting for her, as he did every day. She saw his face change when she came in. She saw his eyes go to her breasts, and stay there.
His cock went hard on the spot.
He always stared at her. Always. She was used to that. But today there was more to see, and he saw all of it.
He had no idea that he had already enjoyed that body. Naked. Without a stitch. In Heaven Lust.
He watched her like a horny beast. When she climbed the steps to the dais, he followed her up with his eyes. When she walked into the inner chamber, he followed her in.
The shape of her ass was clearer than it had ever been. The silk was clinging to it. And as he walked behind her, he noticed something else. There was no line. No mark of underthings anywhere under the silk. Only, at her waist, where the robe had shifted, a glimpse of something thin and black. A string.
She's not wearing anything under it, he realized. Nothing but a string.
He got so excited that he nearly tripped over the threshold.
Nalan Meng could feel him behind her. She could feel all of them. Every man in the hall.
She had not touched herself in three days now. And she was still horny. Unbearably. And every man she passed had a cock standing up in his robe, because of her. She could see it. She could feel their eyes.
It was making her wet. She sat down in the City Lord's chair and crossed her legs tight and pretended to read.
When the day's business was done, she went home.
Li Yutang followed her. Quietly, at a distance, in a common cloak. He had followed her many times before; he knew how to do it.
He watched her cross the courtyard of the mansion. He expected her to go to her own wing.
She went into Li Yuguo's room instead.
He stopped dead.
What? They did not have that kind of relationship. Everyone knew they did not have that kind of relationship. Three years married, and she would not let the useless boy touch her hand.
He went up into a tree at the edge of the garden. A big old camphor, with thick branches and dense leaves, from which he could see the door of the guest room and the lawn in front of it. He settled himself on a branch and drew his presence in until it was nothing, and waited.
Inside, Li Yuguo had been waiting for her since noon.
He had wanted to see her in those clothes in daylight. He looked at her as she came in—the gray silk, the clinging curves, the points of her nipples—and his cock went hard in his trousers.
He stood up and went to her. He touched the robe. Ran his fingers over the silk at her hip. "This one suits you," he said. Then he slid his hand under it and found the string at her waist and drew the tiny underwear down her thighs, and let it drop.
And in the corner of his vision, a small window opened. Pale gold. Very faint.
[ Secret Eye — Concealed Presence ] Li Yutang. Thirty paces, north-east. In a tree.
He looked at it. He looked at the shuttered window on the north-east side of the room.
He smiled.
You want to watch? he thought. Then watch. Let me show you what I can do with Nalan Meng.
He went to the chest and took out the collar.
She saw it in his hand, and her face went pale.
"It's daytime," she whispered.
"Yes," he said, and buckled it around her throat. He took the chain in his hand and walked to the door.
She was frightened. But she was so horny that her legs were shaking. She followed him.
In the camphor tree, Li Yutang watched the guest room door open.
His useless cousin came out first. He was holding something in his hand. A chain. Why is he holding a chain? The chain ran back through the doorway into the dark room. And where did Nalan Meng go?
And then something came out of the door after him.
A figure. On all fours. A woman, crawling.
Naked.
Li Yutang focused his eyes. A cultivator's eyes; he could see the grain of the bark on a tree a hundred paces off. He saw her.
And his cock stood straight up out of his trousers.
It was Nalan Meng.
Nalan Meng. The woman he had wanted for years. Completely naked, in the broad afternoon light. Her breasts hanging down beneath her, swaying as she crawled. Her skin white and smooth and shining in the sun. A collar around her throat. Being led across the lawn on a chain like a dog.
By his useless brother.
He was furious. His hands clenched on the branch until the bark cracked.
But he could not look away. He could not have looked away if the tree had been on fire. Naked. He had dreamed of seeing her naked for years. And there she was.
She did not look ashamed. That was the thing that struck him, even through his fury. She looked flushed. Dazed. Horny.
In the middle of the lawn, Li Yuguo stopped. He turned around. And he put himself, very deliberately, so that when she knelt up in front of him, her back—and her ass—would face the camphor tree.
She knelt. She took his cock in her mouth.
And Li Yutang, in his tree, saw everything.
Her ass was turned straight toward him, high and round and flawless, her knees spread on the grass. Between her cheeks, he could see her asshole—small and pink and perfect. And below it, her pussy. Wet. Glistening in the sunlight. The lips swollen and parted. A cultivator's eyes missed nothing. He could see the drop of wetness on her inner thigh.
He pulled his cock out of his trousers and started stroking it.
That ass. He had been dreaming of it for years. Imagining it under her robes, under her armor. And here it was, naked, in front of him.
And something about it tugged at him. Something familiar. The shape. The round, high, perfect curve. I've seen that ass before, he thought, for one strange moment.
He did not remember where. He did not remember a waitress at table nine. A masked girl who had sat on his lap with the same body. He did not remember that his own cock had already slid between those very cheeks.
He stroked himself harder.
Nalan Meng was starving.
She had not been allowed to touch herself. Three days. And now his cock was in her mouth and her whole body was screaming for it. Her mind was breaking apart. She sucked him with her eyes closed and her throat working and her hips rocking helplessly in the air, and she could hardly breathe—and did not care.
Li Yuguo looked down at her.
She looks like a slut, he thought. A slut who's starving for cock. And he had hardly trained her at all. Two nights. A collar and a chain. That's all.
Is that the effect of the Immoral status?
He thought it probably was.
In the tree, Li Yutang was jerking his cock and cursing his brother with every stroke.
You lucky bastard. You useless lucky bastard. How? How had that idiot—that King of Soft Rice, that waste—made the tigress of Nalan City crawl? Made her suck his cock in the middle of the garden?
He was jealous enough to kill. But he did not stop. He might never again in his life get to see Nalan Meng's beautiful ass without any clothes on it. He was not going to waste a second.
On the lawn, Li Yuguo groaned, and came in her mouth.
She swallowed it all, and licked him clean, the way she had the night before. Then he took up the chain and led her back across the grass, crawling, and into his room, and the door closed.
In the camphor tree, Li Yutang finished off on the branch in front of him with a choked grunt.
He sat there for a long time afterward, breathing hard, staring at the closed door.
Then he climbed down and walked back through the garden toward his own quarters. And all the way he was thinking: How did that idiot do it? How did he make that tigress submit? He shook his head.
That lucky bastard.
In the guest room, the soft gold window opened over Nalan Meng's bowed head while she was still kneeling on the floor.
[ Cuckold Points +100 ] Source: Nalan Meng — Li Yutang (voyeur)
[ Sworn Brother Bonus +100 ] Adopted brother. Bonus points credited to balance only; they do not fill the Cuckold Bar.
Current Cuckold Points: 5600 Cuckold Bar: 97%
(Converted to life span.) Remaining Life Span: 145 days
A hundred, Li Yuguo thought. Just for watching.
Three more percent.
He looked down at his wife's bare back, at the collar on her throat, and found he was smiling.
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