I kept pounding Mei’s mouth like it was her pussy, my cock sliding deep into her throat with wet, sloppy glk-glk-glk sounds echoing through the chamber.
Her tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she gagged and whimpered, her tongue swirling desperately around my shaft, spit bubbling out the corners of her stretched lips. Her tits squeezed tight around the base, soft flesh jiggling with every thrust, the friction hot and filthy, pre-cum smearing all over her cleavage like lube.
She was a mess—eyes watery and pleading, body trembling under me—but her hands held those perky C-cups firm, milking me like the obedient little wife she was.
But my eyes weren’t on her. They were locked on Yue, standing across the room like a statue, her arms crossed tight over her chest, green eyes burning with that mix of fury and something hotter. Her jeans hugged those thick thighs, cropped top straining against her heaving D-cups.
She’d rejected my offer flat-out, voice sharp as an arrow: "You think I’ll just spread my legs because you crook a finger? Fuck off, pervert."
She’d backed away, putting distance between us, but she hadn’t left—hadn’t stormed out like last night. No, she lingered, watching, her cheeks flushed, nipples poking through her top like traitors, pussy probably soaking her panties despite the glare.
I smirked at her over Mei’s bobbing head, thrusting harder into the maid’s throat, making her choke out a muffled, "Mmmphhh! Ghhkkk!" as drool spilled down her chin onto her bouncing tits.
"Look at her, wife," I growled to Mei, yanking her hair to tilt her head up just enough so her teary eyes could flick toward Yue. "Doesn’t she seem like a pervert, standing there watching us? Staring at her man’s cock buried in another woman’s mouth, tits wrapped around it like a slutty sleeve. Bet her cunt’s dripping just from the show."
Mei’s eyes widened, a fresh blush exploding across her face, but she didn’t stop sucking—gagging harder, her throat convulsing around my shaft as if to prove her devotion, tears mixing with the mess on her chin.
Yue averted her face sharply, cheeks burning red, but I caught the way her thighs pressed together, the subtle squirm like she was fighting the heat building in her core.
"S-Shut up," she muttered, voice shaky, but she didn’t move—didn’t leave. Perverted or not, she was hooked, watching from the corner of her eye as I face-fucked Mei like a toy.
With a wet pop, I pulled my cock free from Mei’s mouth, strings of spit and pre-cum connecting her swollen lips to my throbbing head, the shaft glistening and veined, red and angry from the abuse.
She gasped for air, coughing softly, her tits heaving, red and marked from the squeezing, nipples hard as diamonds.
"Your chest must be hurting," I said, voice low and concerned, thumbing one bruised mound gently.
She nodded weakly, whimpering, "Y-Yes, husband... it aches..."
"Good girl."
I eased her down onto her belly on the bed, her side boobs spilling out visible and squished against the sheets, soft flesh bulging sideways, nipples scraping the silk as she settled. She looked so vulnerable—ass up slightly, pencil skirt clinging to her curves.
I grabbed the hem and slit it open with a slow, deliberate rip, the fabric tearing like paper to reveal her plump, juicy ass cheeks, pale and perfect, jiggling from the motion.
My thumbs dug in, spreading them wide, exposing her tiny, puckered asshole twitching above her glistening pussy—lips swollen and dripping, folds parted to show the pink, wet heat inside, her arousal leaking in shiny trails down her thighs.
"You’re wet, wife," I murmured, thumb circling her asshole while my fingers brushed her slick folds, making her mumble a moan, "Mmmhh... h-husband... please..."
I placed a pillow underneath her hips, lifting her ass higher, her pussy presented like a gift, glistening and ready.
"Just lift it up," I said, voice soothing but commanding. "I’ll soon make you forget every fear you have."
Grabbing my cock, thick and veiny, I soothed the head against her entrance, rubbing it slow before pushing in inch by inch, her tight walls stretching around me with a wet, sucking shlkkk, her moan breaking free as I filled her completely.
"Ahhhhnnnn~!" Mei cried, back arching.
I lay on her back, my weight pressing her into the mattress, both hands grabbing hers above her head, fingers interlocking tight as I kissed her cheek, turning her face to the side.
"Look at that woman," I whispered, starting to thrust slow and deep, my cock sliding in and out of her sopping pussy with lewd schlk-schlk-schlk sounds. "She is just all talk. She talks about love, but you can make me feel loved—so who is greater?"
Mei moaned louder as I picked up speed, pounding her harder, her ass cheeks rippling with each slap of my hips against them, tears streaming down her face again.
"Ahhhnnn! H-husband... she... she’s... mmmhhh!"
I bit her ear, nipping the lobe hard before kissing her neck, sucking bruises into her skin while whispering hot against her.
"You’re better than her, Mei—your pussy clenches so tight around me, milking my cock like it was made for this, wet and eager, taking every inch while you cry and beg. Yue talks philosophy, but you? You submit, you love with your body, giving me everything—your moans, your tears, your dripping cunt squeezing me like you’ll never let go. That’s real love, wife—making me feel wanted, needed, like I could fuck you forever and it’d never be enough."
Her tears flowed freer, mixing with moans as I thrust deeper, her walls fluttering wildly.
"Clench tighter, Mei—I want to feel you more."
She obeyed instantly, her pussy clamping down like a vice, hot and slick, drawing a growl from my throat.
I gave her deep, brutal thrusts, pounding her into the mattress, her ass bouncing under me, moans turning to screams—
"Ahhhh! H-husband! Y-yes! Mmmmhhh! Harder!"
Tears soaked the sheets as I bit her ear again, kissing her roughly, tongue invading her mouth while telling her, "You’re softer than her, tighter, wetter—your body knows how to love me, Mei, taking my cock like a perfect slut-wife, making me cum harder than anyone."
Finally, with one last savage slam, I buried deep and squirted inside her womb, thick ropes of hot cum painting her insides, flooding her until it overflowed with a creamy pop as I retreated, heavy white seed spilling from her gaping pussy in gooey strands.
"You are the one who knows me more than her," I whispered, kissing her softly. "You are the one whose body can make me feel loved. You are my first wife."
I gave her a deep, lingering kiss, her body shuddering under me in aftershocks.
I shrugged toward Yue, who stood frozen, frowning deeply as she turned toward Mei and realized—this man had just created a jealousy rivalry between them.
And that jealousy was more to fulfill his perverted desires, stoking the fire to make them compete, to push them harder into his bed.
Yue’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing, the tension thick as the palace air, her own arousal betraying her with a subtle squirm before she sighed and finally said, "How can a man be this perverse? I can’t imagine how your wives and concubines handle you, Emperor Tian—pervert."