The Heroine Wife and the Search for a Hundred Years

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After leaving the inn with the Zhao father and son, my wife walked down the street wearing only a small, thin red undergarment. After having sex with several men for over an hour, it was now nearly 11 PM, completely dark, and the streets were deserted. Under the bright moonlight, my wife's almost naked body was clearly visible, her large, white buttocks swaying seductively with each step. Zhao Bainian led the way, with my wife following behind. After a while, Zhao Xin, who was behind her, kicked her hard in the plump, perfect buttocks, causing her to immediately fall to the ground. Then Zhao Xin came to my wife's side, looking at her with contempt, and said, "You slut, a whore like you should crawl like a bitch, understand?"
"Ah! You deserve to die, you've forgotten you're a lowly, worthless slut, unworthy to walk before Young Master Zhao, a bitch crawling for Young Master Zhao to see," my wife replied obsequiously. Then, as if she felt she wasn't shameless enough, she smiled obsequiously at Zhao Xin and said, "You shameless bitch, pretending to be high and mighty in front of the young master who fucked your rotten cunt, causing you trouble. Come on, young master, ride on my back, I'll carry you." She then crawled to Zhao Xin's feet, lowered her head in a servile manner, and invited the boy who had fucked her all day to ride her like an animal.
Zhao Xin, with an excited expression, mounted his wife's back, then slapped her buttocks hard and said, "Giddy up, bitch, hurry up!" His wife immediately crawled to catch up with Zhao Bai Nian. When Zhao Bai Nian turned around and saw this scene, his gaze towards his wife became even more contemptuous and disdainful.
Hiding on the roof, Yin Yin and I were extremely excited to see this. Seeing my wife being ridden like an animal reminded me of riding my mother before, a feeling that excited me immensely. And now, seeing my wife being ridden in front of me, I felt the same intense excitement, happy that my wife could be played with like this. Yinyin, standing next to me, was equally excited. She had never imagined that Zhao Xin, who usually acted like a younger brother, could be so skilled when playing with other women. She wished she were the one being ridden, hoping to be treated like a bitch and played with at will.
Many men had fucked her before, but everyone had been gentle with her because they were either her close fellow apprentices, her respected and fearful servants, or her loving older brothers. She never imagined a woman could be played with like this, and at this moment, her masochistic desires awakened.
Watching my wife being ridden like a bitch on the street, and glancing at Yinyin's expectant expression, I gently pressed Yinyin's neck. Yinyin immediately knelt on the rooftop, looking at me expectantly. I didn't disappoint her; I immediately mounted her and made her crawl along the rooftop with her and the others.
Not only did I ride on Yin Yin's back, but I also kept playing with her cunt and anus, my fingers constantly thrusting in and out. Soon, Yin Yin was again dripping with lustful fluids, panting heavily, swaying from side to side as she crawled.
My wife followed Zhao Bainian on the street, crawling for a while until they reached a magnificent gate. There were no guards at the gate, and the plaque above it read "Mad Tiger Gang."
Looking at the plaque, I knew what Zhao Bainian was up to, and my wife knew it too. Both of us frowned at this sight. My wife and I had originally planned to come to the Mad Tiger Gang, but our purpose was definitely different from Zhao Bainian's.
Zhao Bainian entered the Mad Tiger Gang with a crazed and mocking expression, and my wife followed, carrying Zhao Xin. However, neither of them noticed that my wife's expression had completely lost its previous wantonness and lewdness, replaced by an expression I hadn't seen in a long time. That was my wife's expression when we had just met, before she became so depraved and lewd for me. She was spirited, strong, and brave, aiming to become a chivalrous woman who fought for the weak and saved people from suffering. That was her expression back then.
Zhao Bainian and Zhao Xin didn't notice, but Yin Yin and I saw the change in her expression. Yin Yin, not understanding the reason for the change, looked at me with confusion. I then climbed off Yin Yin's back, looking at my wife with a complex expression. Looking at that long-lost expression, the expression that had captivated me back then, a pang of pain shot through my heart. I thought about the changes my wife had made over the years to cater to my perverse desires. Whether these changes were voluntary or not, she had indeed sacrificed a lot. I needed to talk to my wife. I couldn't be selfish anymore. I couldn't ignore her wishes for my own. My wife had already given so much for me; I would make her fulfill her wishes from back then.
Thinking of this, I looked at my wife tenderly. At that moment, my wife had already arrived at the center of the Mad Tiger Gang's courtyard with the Zhao father and son. Several members of the Mad Tiger Gang shouted for Wang Hu to come out when they saw the three of them. It was evening, and Wang Hu's injuries weren't serious; Liu Zhen only wanted to teach him a lesson. He had been drinking in frustration when he heard his men yelling for him to come out, which enraged him. However, when he followed his men's instructions and saw a nearly naked, stunningly beautiful woman being ridden by a young man in the courtyard, he immediately forgot his anger.
But the lesson he had just learned was still fresh in his mind, and he dared not act rashly, especially when he noticed that the two people with the woman were accomplices of the man who had injured him. He knew very well that although his early-stage Innate Realm strength allowed him to be a king in this small town, there were far too many people like him in the martial arts world. One wrong move and he could be killed instantly. So he waited patiently, trying to figure out what their intentions were.
"Gang Leader Wang, how are your injuries?" Zhao Bainian asked.
"It's alright. I wonder what brings you here, sir. If it's because of your rudeness just now, I'm willing to apologize. Just tell me what you need, and I, Wang, will do my best to fulfill it," Wang Hu replied.
"Hehe! Chief Wang, you're too kind. How could I blame you? I'm here to apologize for our Captain Liu injuring you. There's nothing I can do; you were staring at something you shouldn't have! Your goal was the beautiful woman, wasn't it? You can enjoy this slut next to me to your heart's content!" Zhao Bainian said, while Zhao Xin got off his wife and let her crawl to Wang Hu's side.
"Hehe! I can't accept something for nothing. May I ask who you are, sir? Is there anything I can help you with?" Wang Hu stared intently at his beautiful wife, then calmly asked.
"It's nothing serious! It's just that our caravan is a bit short-handed, and we'd like to borrow some people from Chief Wang. Is that possible? If you agree, this female slave will be yours tonight," Zhao Bainian said with a troubled and pleading expression.
After hearing Zhao Bainian's words, Wang Hu immediately felt incredibly lucky and understood why a stunning beauty like his wife had appeared almost naked—she was a slave to women. His mind was completely consumed by his wife's beauty, rendering him incapable of critical thinking and oblivious to the inconsistencies in Zhao Bainian's words. With a lewd grin, he reached out to touch his wife's face, saying, "Bitch, come and have some fun with your brother!"
When his hand reached her, she grabbed it and stood up. She turned to look at Zhao Bainian, staring at him intently. At this moment, her eyes held none of the wantonness that had accompanied her for years; only the accusation and rebuke of an upright and courageous woman, along with a trace of pity.
Under his wife's glare, Zhao Bainian forced himself to remain calm and said, "What are you looking at? Didn't you say you loved me, that you'd give me everything, that you'd let me play with you? Even if I ruined you, it wouldn't matter! I knew a bitch like you wouldn't believe a word you said. You're a slut who lives to betray men." Zhao Bainian's face was filled with agitation and resentment, but that resentment wasn't directed at his wife. Rather, it was directed at a woman who had betrayed him, not someone else present.
"Yes, I like you, and I've said I'd give you everything and let you play with me. But that was on the condition that you were happy and having fun. But today you've played with me all day, and I haven't felt any real happiness from you. Every time you played with me, your heart ached more. You're torturing yourself, destroying yourself. The purpose of bringing me here wasn't to humiliate me and make you happy; your purpose was simply to make me suffer, and to make you suffer too. Do you even know what kind of scum these people are?" His wife looked at Zhao Bainian sternly, and Zhao Xin looked at him with a questioning expression. Upon hearing his wife's words, Zhao Bainian immediately wore a pained expression, as if his secret had been exposed, and glared angrily at his wife.
"Do you know what it means to let these people manipulate me? It means you're slowly losing your humanity, your conscience! I know you're in pain, I know you're heartbroken. So I tried my best to satisfy you, hoping my sacrifices would make you forget your hatred, but you're only sinking deeper. Do you know that doing this will ruin you, and ruin Zhao Xin too? Zhao Xin is afraid of losing your father's love, so he's been cooperating with you, imitating you. But do you know what kind of person Zhao Xin truly wants to be? Bringing me here, letting Zhao Xin learn these people's methods, do you know that will leave Zhao Xin with no chance to turn back?" His wife's face was stern. With his wife's accusations, Zhao Bainian became increasingly disheveled. When his wife spoke of Zhao Xin, he turned to look at Zhao Xin, looking completely lost, while Zhao Xin also looked conflicted. "Do
you know what these people were just doing?" After saying that, his wife waved her hand, and a strong burst of energy swept towards the hall where Wang Hu had come out. Wang Hu and the others, realizing the situation was bad and trying to sneak away, were also struck in their pressure points by the energy and could no longer move. The hall doors, blasted by the force of the energy, instantly turned to ashes, revealing the scene inside. My wife and I, who had already sensed it, were immediately stunned by what we saw.
Inside, several naked women lay bound in the center of the hall. Their eyes were filled with endless pain and despair, staring blankly into the distance. Their bodies were covered with numerous wounds, some new, some old. Their genitals were clearly blackened from excessive sexual intercourse. Bound to a pillar in the hall was a 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 damaged of all, clearly 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 she turned and walked into the hall, untying the ropes binding the women one by one. I secretly picked out some suitable medicine from the medicine my master had given me and secretly gave it to my wife, who
then gave it to each of them. When my wife hugged the woman tied to the pillar and fed her the pill, the woman burst into tears, hugging my wife and crying bitterly. Her voice was filled with unspeakable pain and grievance, as well as the relief of finally being freed. The other women my wife had rescued also began to cry.
Hearing these cries, Zhao Bainian lowered his head gently and whispered, "I'm sorry." Zhao Xin also cried softly and went into the hall to help my wife take care of the women.
Hearing Zhao Bainian's apology and seeing Zhao Xin helping, my 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.
What happened next was simple. Zhao Bainian and Zhao Xin found some clothes for the women in the Mad Tiger Gang's hideout.
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. Yin Yin also went back with the Zhao father and son, leaving behind the words, "Tell me the secret tomorrow," before leaving only my wife and me. After I appeared, 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 guilty expression, 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 had done something wrong? We love each other, so let's not worry about who gives more or who makes mistakes. We don't need to change, because we're happy. My wife has returned to being that heroic, 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 harlot. And I can be a hero admired by all, or I can be a cuckold whose wife is easy for anyone to sleep with.
Looking at my wife's striking face, I held her tightly in my arms. After a moment of silent communication, we smiled at each other. My wife giggled, then took off her last piece of clothing, her undergarment, and threw it in the Mad Tiger Gang's courtyard. Then, my wife looked at me seductively, kneeling at my feet, her heroic face radiating a seductive allure. But this contradictory combination didn't seem uncomfortable on her 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 saw us now, they would see a stunningly beautiful woman, completely naked, crawling with a man on her back. This woman possessed an imposing, heroic air, a resolute and dashing face, with a hint of allure in her eyes and brows. Yet, 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 no concern whatsoever for 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 looked at her with tenderness, without a trace of lewdness or evil in his eyes. His face was full of doting affection. This was our scene, completely devoid of any affectation 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.
"Hmm!" I replied.
"I want to be a heroine admired by everyone," my wife said, expressing her noble aspirations.
"Great! Husband will also be a great hero feared by all evil," I said.
"I also want to be a bitch, sticking my ass out and letting my lover fuck me, making you wear a green hat and become a cuckold," my wife said lewdly, but her tone was less servile than before, with a hint of 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 immediately.
"Hmm, I also want to bear bastards for my lover, give you brothers and grandsons, and give my own son grandsons." My wife's words were vulgar, but her tone was flat, as if stating a fact. Her face still held that dashing, unpretentious air, devoid of any affectation or slutness.
"That's great! I love my bitch wife to death. I love my slutty wife the most!" He finished, giving her a hard slap on the butt.
"Ouch! You're so mean!" My wife protested, glaring at me. I responded with a wicked grin.
Afterwards, we chatted warmly under the moonlight as we walked towards the inn. It was about half an hour later when we arrived. When we got there, Zhao Bainian and his son, along with Yinyin, were waiting for us in the lobby, but the innkeeper and the others were already gone.
After we went inside, 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, who was bowing his head in shame. Zhao Xin, on the other hand, looked at me with some curiosity, probably wondering why someone like me would like to be a cuckold!
Seeing the ashamed Zhao Bainian, my wife boldly sat down next to him, her bare bottom exposed, and then 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 been playing with you all day, why are you getting shy now?"
Zhao Bainian smiled awkwardly, then looked at his wife's face, which was completely different from her daytime appearance—full of spiritedness—and sighed softly, saying, "Ah... 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. She said, "It's okay! 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. I was thinking about getting fucked by a big cock every day. All my old ideals and wishes were forgotten! Luckily, Uncle Zhao gave me this opportunity, which reminded me of my old wishes and helped me truly find myself again. My husband and I are so grateful to you!" My wife hugged Zhao Bainian's neck happily and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
"Ah... 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've woken up, I want to slap myself a few times. Luckily, I turned back in time, otherwise, not only myself, but even Xiaoxin would..." 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 said remorsefully.
"Alright, alright, stop talking about these unhappy things. Anyway, everything's fine now. Let's all smile." Yin Yin, the cheerful girl, didn't want to see them blaming themselves anymore and immediately changed the subject.
"Haha... well said! 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 found 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. They should try not to do anything that damages their reputation.
After hearing this, 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 was slightly relieved.
Before going back to his room, Zhao Xin quietly asked his wife, "Sister Yuxin, will you... will you let me play with you again in the future?"
He stammered, his face full of shyness, completely losing his original wicked little lecherous look.
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, no matter how you want to play, Yuxin will happily let you play with her." Zhao Bainian smiled awkwardly after hearing this, while Zhao Xin cheered happily.

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