Chapter 74 of 90
The Dare Card Game
Li Yuguo looked at her. Then he sat down in an empty chair, and made her a small sign.
She sat down in the chair beside his.
The game began. This time, luckily, Li Yutang lost. He drew from the men's deck—the men's dares and the women's were different—and got only a drinking forfeit. He drank it down as fast as he could. He wanted to see Nalan Meng do a dare.
He was not the only one. A few men had already drifted over to stand around the table, because Nalan Meng had joined it. They were all looking at different places, so that she would not notice them looking at her.
The game went on. This time, Bai Linglong lost.
She drew a card. Let the holder of the highest pair suck your nipples for one minute.
She flushed scarlet. She had not imagined there would be such a slutty card. And the highest pair belonged to one of the merchants—a round-faced man with a thin mustache who was suddenly very, very happy.
She untied her bikini top and let it fall. Her breasts came free, round and white and beautiful. She leaned toward the merchant across the corner of the table and turned her face away.
He grabbed her by the waist and fastened his mouth on her nipple and sucked.
Everyone at the table watched. And Li Yutang—sitting across from them, watching a stranger suck his woman's breast—felt something he had never felt before. A hot, strange, twisting thrill. Low in his belly. It's exciting, he thought, astonished. Why is it exciting?
In the corner of Li Yuguo's vision, very faint, a small gold number flickered and was gone. Not for him. Not his woman. The system did not care about Li Yutang's woman. But Li Yuguo noticed the look on Li Yutang's face, and stored it away.
After one minute, Bai Linglong pulled her top back on and sat back in her chair, trembling.
A new round. This time, it was Nalan Meng who lost.
The whole table went still. All around it, men leaned in. This was the moment the whole hall had been waiting for.
She drew a card from the women's deck and turned it over and read it, slowly.
Let the holder of the highest card spank your ass.
She read it, and felt her belly clench. Hot. Excited.
The highest card belonged to the other merchant. A thick-necked man in a striped mask.
Across the table, Li Yutang was crying inside. Not me. Again. He looked at Li Yuguo—who was sitting there with his arms folded, perfectly calm, as if he had no idea whatsoever that the masked woman beside him was his wife.
Nalan Meng was nervous. But Li Yuguo was right there beside her.
She stood up. She turned around, and bent over, with her hands on the edge of the table, so that her ass stuck out toward everyone. And with one hand, she reached back, and lifted the white silk panel, and held it up.
Her naked ass was bare to the table.
Soft. White. Round and juicy and perfect. Her string had sunk deep into her crack and did nothing to hide anything. Bent over like that, her ass looked bigger than ever, the cheeks spread a little by her posture. And between her thighs, below, her pussy showed—plump, puffy, the lips pressed together around the thin string that ran between them.
Every man gathered around that table was looking.
Every man was jealous of the merchant in the striped mask.
He stood up. He took his time. He looked at her soft white ass for a long moment. Then he lifted his hand, and brought it down.
Smack.
A sound came out of Nalan Meng's mouth, high and breathy, at the same instant as the slap. A ripple went through her ass. A pink mark bloomed on her cheek.
She stood up, and sat back down, and did not look at anyone.
It had not been a forfeit. It had been plain sexual harassment, and everyone at the table knew it. Her private parts had been seen by every person standing around it.
The game went on. The forfeits got bolder.
Bai Linglong had to kiss the winner. The winner was Li Yuguo. She leaned across to him and put her lips on his and kissed him for a full minute, slow and skillful, a courtesan's kiss, and only he felt the tiny squeeze of her fingers on his wrist under the table. I see. I'm watching.
Then Nalan Meng lost again. Sit on the lap of the winning card holder for one round.
The winner was Li Yutang.
He had finally gotten his chance.
She stood up and walked around the table to him. She was shaking. He knows. He knows it's me. She could see it in the set of his shoulders. She turned around, and sat down slowly on his thighs.
Of course he knew. He was so happy he could have died on the spot. His dream girl. Sitting on his lap. With her ass bare—there was nothing between his thighs and her naked buttocks except the thin silk of his own trousers.
He felt them. All through that round. Their softness. Their weight. Their warmth. He did not dare do anything with his hands; he did not need to. His cock was pressed up hard against the cleft of her ass through his trousers, and she could feel it, and he knew she could feel it.
When the round ended and she stood up, he felt as if someone had taken away his soul.
The next round, Li Yuguo lost. He drew from the men's deck. Show your cock.
He undid his trousers and showed it. More men had gathered around the table now; the forfeits only got more challenging as the deck got thinner, and everyone in the hall seemed to know it.
Then Nalan Meng lost again.
She drew a card. Let the winner put an anal plug in your ass.
It was a little awkward. But all over the hall people were doing lewd things now. At one table, a woman was on her knees under it. At another, two people were fucking openly against a pillar while their friends cheered. Compared to that, it was nothing much.
She bent over the table again, and waited.
The winner was a merchant. A soft, balding man in a blue mask. He stood up and took the plug from the tray the servant brought—a small polished thing of jade, shaped like a teardrop, with a flared base—and a little jar of lotion. He scooped some of the lotion onto his thumb.
Then he lifted the white silk panel at her back, and drew her string aside, and took her ass in both hands and spread it.
He could see everything. Her asshole, small and pink and tight. Her pussy, below, wet and swollen.
I'd never have had this chance, he thought. To play with the City Lord. Never in my life. Not if it weren't for Dacheng.
He put his lotioned thumb on her asshole and rubbed. Slowly. Round and round. Then he pressed it in, to loosen her.
Nalan Meng moaned. She could not stop it. It came out of her mouth, low and shaking, as his thumb went into her ass.
He worked it there a little. Then he drew it out and set the tip of the jade plug against her and pushed it in. She felt it open her. Stretch her. And then the widest part slipped past and her body closed around the narrow neck of it and it was in, seated, the flared base snug between her cheeks.
He let go of her ass.
She lay on the table, panting. Her pussy was wet. Her ass was full. She had to keep the plug in for five rounds.
She sat back down in her chair with her face burning and kept playing.
The very next round, she lost again.
Suck the winner's cock.
The winner was Li Yutang.
He was so happy he could have flown. He tore his trousers open so fast that he nearly ripped them, and his cock sprang out, hard and dark and twitching.
Nalan Meng got down on her knees.
Slowly. In front of the whole table. In front of all the men around it. In front of her husband. She came closer to Li Yutang's cock, inch by inch. Then she put out her tongue and touched it.
Then she took it in her mouth.
She was excited. She could not pretend she wasn't. She was sucking her husband's brother's cock—the man who wanted her, the man she despised, the man she knew had done something to her at table nine—in front of her husband. And the shame of it was making her pussy drip.
Li Yutang thought he was in heaven.
Her soft tongue wrapped around his cock. Her lips slid down it, wet and warm. He looked down at the top of her head, at the white mask, at the lips stretched around his cock—Nalan Meng's lips—and he could not hold it. He did not last a minute. He came in her mouth with a groan.
She swallowed it. Out of habit. Then she wiped her lips and went back to her chair.
In the corner of Li Yuguo's vision, a number flared gold. It stayed a long moment this time before it faded.
By now she had been at that table a long time, with half the hall watching her. A fat merchant came over from across the room. He bowed.
"Hey, beautiful miss," he said. "Why don't you come and join our table?"
She looked at Li Yuguo.
He nodded. Yes. The points were still coming. A thin steady trickle of gold at the corner of his eye, every time a man looked at her too long.
She got up and went with the fat merchant. Behind her, Li Yutang watched her walk away, hopelessly.
The merchant led her to a big round table at the far end of the hall.
There were only men sitting at it. Nine of them. It was strange, to have a table of only men at a party for couples, and she felt it at once. This table had been prepared especially for Nalan Meng. Every woman who had been sitting near it had left.
She felt very uncomfortable. But it was Li Yuguo's order. She sat down in the one empty chair.
All nine men were wearing the trousers with the crotch cut open. They looked creepy. It was a dare game, they said. Everyone had to do something on every turn. There was no pretense of a real game here at all. It was only forfeits.
Their eyes were full of lust. It made her nervous.
And her pussy was dripping wet. She had not touched herself in days.
Nine men and one woman. And all around the table, more men were gathering to watch.
In the middle of the table there was an arrow on a spindle. They spun it, and it stopped at random on someone's chair. Except that it was not random. It had been made to stop on Nalan Meng's chair far more often than anyone else's.
The first time, it stopped on a man. His dare was to take off his trousers. He did, and sat back down with his cock out.
The second time, it stopped on Nalan Meng. She drew a card.
Take off your top, and play the rest of the game like that.
She untied the band of white silk.
Her breasts jumped out of it. Soft and heavy and white, bouncing as they came free, then settling. Her nipples were stiff. They had been stiff since she sat down, with nine men staring at her chest.
All nine of them had looked at these breasts that morning, in the meeting hall, under the green silk. They had wanted to see them so badly. And they had been sure it would only ever be a dream. Untouchable. The City Lord's breasts.
Now they were bare in front of them.
They spun again, fast.
When it landed on the men, the dare was almost always to take off their trousers. When it landed on her, it was something else.
Next, she had to take off her bottom panels. She unfastened the gold chain at her waist and let both pieces of white silk fall, and sat in her chair in nothing but her string and the jade plug.
Then she had to take off her string. She did. She was completely naked, between nine men.
Three more men took their trousers off.
And then it was her turn again. Let the person sitting next to you suck your breasts.
The man on her right was the weapons merchant. The hard-faced one with the scarred hands and the gold rings. She sat still and waited, and he reached over and took her breasts in his hands.
He felt their softness for a long moment. Then he bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth like a madman.
He had never in his life thought he would do this. That morning, in the meeting hall, he had sat staring at those breasts under her robe and thinking about this—and thought he never would. And now he was doing it. Sucking the City Lord's tits.
All the others were watching. Waiting eagerly for their own turns.
Nalan Meng sat there getting her breasts sucked in the middle of so many people.
She was so wet that it was running out of her onto the chair. She could feel it pooling under her, warm and slick. The weapons merchant's mouth was hot on her nipple, his tongue swirling over it, his fingers kneading the other breast. When he finally let go, after a full minute, her nipple was red and swollen and shining with his spit.
A few more rounds went by. Almost all of the men had their cocks out now. She found herself looking at them. Nine stiff cocks around the table. And she found that her mouth was watering.
She would never have joined a party this shameless. Never in her life. But she had to follow her husband's order.
Then she drew another card. Kiss the person sitting three seats away from you.
That was harder, somehow. Being touched was one thing. Kissing was more intimate. It made her more embarrassed than any of the rest. But she had to do it.
The merchant three seats down was an old man, fat and red-faced, with yellow teeth. He came around the table and leaned down toward her. She closed her eyes, out of fear. She could smell his breath before he touched her. Stale wine and rotten teeth.
He put his lips on hers and sucked at them.
His tongue pushed at her lips, trying to open them. She tried to resist. He forced it in. His tongue went into her mouth and moved there, thick and wet, and he kissed her deep, his spit mixing with hers. He kissed her and kissed her and would not stop. He had never in his life tasted a mouth as sweet as Nalan Meng's.
When he was finally exhausted and sat back down, she was panting in her chair. Spit was dripping from her mouth onto her bare breasts. Her legs had fallen open. Her pussy was open to everyone at the table.
She was already at her peak.
Nearby, Li Yuguo and Li Yutang were standing among the crowd, watching, with their cocks standing up.
Bai Linglong was on her knees at another table with a merchant's cock in her mouth. A forfeit.
And Li Yutang left the card table and walked over to the big round table where Nalan Meng was sitting, and pushed into the crowd, and stood there to look at her.
It was an unbelievable sight.
Nalan Meng, sitting among nine men, without a single thread on her body. Until this morning, the most he had ever been able to do was look at her from behind and imagine. Now he could see everything. Her pussy, leaking white wetness onto the chair. Her big round breasts, hanging there with nothing to hold them. She was not even trying to hide anything any more. Only her face was hidden, behind that little white mask. And that made no difference at all. Every person at this table knew exactly who she was. They were only pretending not to.
The arrow spun. It stopped on her again.
She took a card. Let the last person to do a dare suck your pussy.
She already knew it would only get more slutty as the game went on. And Li Yuguo still had not told her to stop.
So she was ready.
The last man to do a dare was a merchant with a face like a toad. He was already licking his lips. He could not wait to taste her.
She stood up from her chair. She lay down on her back on the table, in the middle, among the cards and the cups.
All eight other merchants sat around her in their chairs, looking at her. The City Lord. Lying naked in the middle of their table. Her flawless skin. Her perfect curves. She had never looked more beautiful.
The toad-faced merchant went to the foot of the table and took her by the ankles and spread her legs wide.
She was so embarrassed that her face burned under the mask. No one could see it.
He stared at her pussy. Like a flower. Pink and swollen and open, the lips parted, wet. Leaking white wetness without stopping. And below it, between her cheeks, the flared jade base of the plug, which made it look more obscene than anything.
He put his mouth on her.
He licked her. Hard. Greedy. He drank her juices as if he had been dying of thirst. He pushed his tongue inside her pussy and moved it there like a madman, in and out, around, deep. She moaned. She could not stop moaning. She was so excited—by the mouth on her, by all the eyes, by her own shamelessness—that she could not hold it back any more.
She came.
Her back arched off the table. Her ass lifted. A gush of wetness burst out of her, all over the merchant's face. His mouth was soaked in her.
She fell back onto the table. She was half fainted from the pleasure. She had no strength left to move.
Li Yuguo walked over to the table.
"Looks like this lady can't play anymore," he said pleasantly. "Why don't you leave her to me?"
He scooped her up off the table in his arms and carried her through the crowd and out of the hall, into a side room with a couch and a lamp. He laid her down.
He opened Alimama in his mind and bought a small vial of energy elixir, and held it to her lips, and made her swallow. He felt the warmth of it go into her.
Slowly she woke.
She opened her eyes and saw his face above her. And she remembered.
All of it. What she had done. What had been done. She went red to her hair, and could not look at him.
She got up from the couch on unsteady legs and began to get dressed. He did not say anything. He handed her the things she needed.
A little while later, they left the party and went home to the mansion.
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