Chapter 75 of 90
Points From the Party
The window opened in front of Li Yuguo's face as they came in through the side door of the mansion.
He had been waiting for it the whole way home. He had felt it building at the corner of his vision all night—every flare of gold, every time a merchant's hands had found her or a merchant's mouth had closed over her. He had not dared to look properly. Not in the hall. Not in the carriage, with her silent and trembling beside him and her head turned toward the window.
Now he looked.
[ Cuckold Points +100 ] — spanked [ Cuckold Points +100 ] — Li Yutang (lap) [ Cuckold Points +150 ] — plugged [ Cuckold Points +200 ] — Li Yutang (mouth) [ Cuckold Points +100 ] — weapons merchant (breasts) [ Cuckold Points +100 ] — kissed [ Cuckold Points +150 ] — eaten
[ Sworn Brother Bonus +300 ] Adopted brother. Balance only; does not fill the Cuckold Bar.
Current Cuckold Points: 6800 Cuckold Bar: 106%
(Converted to life span.) Remaining Life Span: 153 days
One hundred and six.
He read it three times. The gold bar along the bottom of the panel was full. Not almost. Not ninety-seven. It had run all the way to the end of its border and spilled over, and the overflow sat glowing at the far right edge in a little separate bead of light.
And under it, a new line he had never seen before.
[ Cuckold Bar Full ]
The seal of the King of Soft Rice may be lifted.
Consume 100% of the Cuckold Bar for one (1) union?
[ Yes ] [ No ]
He did not even think about it.
He had been waiting for this since the day he opened his eyes in this world, under an arch in a market, with a wife he had never met glaring at him across a crowd. Since the first time he had read The holder may enjoy a woman's body freely, but may not put it in. Every night since. Every number. Every table nine.
He touched Yes.
The bar emptied. Not slowly—all at once, like water out of a broken jar. The gold ran out of it from right to left and left only the little bead at the end.
Cuckold Bar: 6%
Seal lifted. One union granted.
He felt it. Somewhere deep in his groin, a cold band he had never known was there let go.
He had everything now. One chance. And the most beautiful woman in the world beside him, who could not say no to him.
He took her by the wrist and brought her into his room.
He was smiling. He could not stop smiling. He closed the door behind them and turned and put his hands on her breasts through her robe, and squeezed them, slowly, while he thought about what he was going to do to her.
Nalan Meng stood still and silent and let him. She did not know about any bar. She did not know about any curse. She only knew that her husband had a look on his face she had never seen before, and that his fingers had found her nipples through the silk and were pinching them, and that she was still aching between her legs from the party.
He stopped, with his hands on her.
For one moment, under all the heat, something else went through him. Something cooler. He was a man who had lived two lives without ever once doing this. He had written it a hundred times. Two hundred. Chapters of it, at three in the morning, for readers who left comments he had pretended not to read. He knew all the words. He had never once had to find out whether any of them were true.
One union. One. Lord Yama's ledger had given him exactly one, and he had no idea when the bar would fill again. A month. A year. Never.
And the woman under his hands had signed a soul contract two nights ago because she was drowning.
He looked at her face. It was turned half toward him over her shoulder. Her mask was gone; it was her own face, flushed, lips parted, eyes dark and swimming. Not frightened. He looked for frightened, very carefully, and did not find it. What he found was something worse and better: want. Raw and dazed and helpless. The same want he had watched burn in her all night at the round table while nine men took her apart.
Immoral, the Secret Eye would have said. He did not need it to.
"Nalan Meng," he said. Quietly. In his own voice, not the voice he had used on her in the bar.
She looked at him.
"Tell me no," he said, "and I'll stop."
She did not say anything for a long moment. Her breath came short and fast. Then she shook her head, once, very small, and turned her face away into the quilt.
"…Don't stop," she whispered.
He walked her backward to the bed.
When her calves hit the edge, he turned her around and pushed her down onto it. On her hands and knees. Doggy-style, with her ass toward him.
He could not wait any more. His trousers were already around his ankles. He looked at her ass under the thin silk—that round, beautiful, perfect ass—and slapped it.
She jolted. A moan came out of her, sudden and soft.
He took the hem of her robe and lifted it up over her back.
She had nothing on under it. In the side room at the party they had been in a hurry. She had pulled the robe on over her bare skin and come away.
But there was still something there.
Between her cheeks, shining in the lamplight, was the flared jade base of the plug. The one the soft balding merchant had pushed into her at the card table. She had forgotten it was there. Or she had not dared to take it out.
He took hold of it, and pulled it slowly out.
Her asshole did not close behind it. It had been stretched around that jade for too long. It stayed open—a small soft pink ring, gaping a little, so that he could see the pink inside her. And below it, her pussy. Hairless, clean, swollen. Leaking white wetness down the insides of her thighs.
He put his face against her pussy and licked her.
She tasted like holy water. Like spring water from a mountain. And not an hour ago, that bastard merchant had had his tongue in here. Li Yuguo thought about that while he licked her, and he was angry, and he licked her harder. But he was not only angry. If not for that merchant—if not for all of them—this chance would never have come.
Nalan Meng was moaning on the bed. Loudly. She had collapsed down onto her elbows with her ass still up, and her face pressed into the quilt, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth. She looked like a bitch in heat. She had lost her mind from wanting.
He stood up behind her.
He put his cock against her pussy and rubbed it along her lips. Up and down. Her puffy lips parted around it and wrapped half of it, soft and slick, while he rubbed. She could feel the heat of him sliding along her.
She was waiting for it. Desperately.
"Please," she said. Her voice was muffled in the quilt, and shaking. "Please, put it inside. Master."
He could not believe his ears.
Nalan Meng. Saying that. She must have put her pride aside completely. Every last scrap of it.
It was already too hard to wait any longer.
He pressed the swollen head of his cock against her entrance, and pushed. Slowly. It slid in halfway—the head, stretching her, and she gasped. He pushed a little more, and it went a little deeper.
She was tight. So tight. She had never had a cock inside her. Not once. So many cocks had touched this beautiful pussy—rubbed on it, slid along it, spent themselves over it—but his was the first to go in.
That made him happy. Fiercely happy.
He drove his hips forward into her ass.
His cock went into her all the way.
Nalan Meng's whole body jerked. Back and forth. A cry of pain tore out of her—her hands fisted in the quilt.
And Li Yuguo felt heaven.
Her pussy was wrapped around him from the inside. Soft. Hot. Squeezing. It gave him a sensation he had never in two lives imagined. It was so warm inside her that his cock felt as if it had come home.
He began to move. Back and forth, holding her ass in both hands.
After a few more thrusts, her cries changed. They softened. They turned into panting. And the sound of skin slapping against skin started to fill the room, over and over.
Pa. Pa. Pa.
"N—ah—"
After a few minutes, she began to feel good. Her pussy was being filled. His cock was going all the way in, to the very end, to the mouth of her womb, and every time it hit there something deep in her belly sparked. She had lost her mind entirely. She was moaning like a madwoman.
Her moans drove him on. He put more force into every thrust.
He looked down at where they were joined. His cock was buried in that beautiful hole. Her pink pussy lips were wrapped tight around his shaft, clinging to it as he drew back, swallowing it as he pushed in. And his cock was streaked with something. A little pinkish-red, mixed with her white wetness.
Blood.
Her first time. He was finally having sex with his beautiful wife. He had taken her virginity. His cock swelled even bigger inside her, and she panted harder.
He could not stop himself. He raised his right hand and slapped that beautiful white ass.
She moaned like crazy.
He slapped her again and again. He was moving faster. Her whole body was rocking back and forth on the bed with the force of it, her breasts swinging under her. She was pushing back to meet him now, matching every thrust perfectly, her ass slapping against his hips. The sound of it filled the room.
Neither of them cared if anyone heard.
They were both close. He could feel her pussy tightening, fluttering. He could not hold on.
He came.
He pushed in to the very end and let it all go, inside her. Deep inside. Into her womb. A whole flood of hot cum.
Nalan Meng felt it. Hot. So hot. Filling her. And it pushed her over, and she came too, panting into the quilt, her whole body shaking.
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