Sister Feng in the Ancient Castle

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In big cities, the weather is mostly sunny and the summers seem very long, while in southern cities, it's spring-like all year round. But for people from the north, the temperature here is unbearable, almost like suffering.

Liu Nian, a young man born in the north, had only recently started working. He found the city beautiful, with stylishly dressed women everywhere, and a surge of youthful excitement welled up inside him. At 24, it was time to find a partner. He was 1.8 meters tall, and his handsome, aloof face made him the ideal partner many girls dreamed of. However, Liu Nian had high standards and hadn't yet had a decent girlfriend; each relationship ended hastily in his fantasies. Finding an ideal lover was no easy feat. He believed life wasn't a game, so he wasn't hasty; he wanted to find the best woman.

Feng Jie's acquaintance with Liu Nian was also accidental. Liu Nian's company was doing very well. His supervisor was a very capable middle-aged man who also had a close relationship with Feng Jie. Feng Jie would often see Liu Nian when she went to the company to see the middle-aged man on business. To Feng Jie, he was a vibrant young man, a man who could bring her energy. She hadn't felt this way in many years. A voice inside her screamed, "I want him, no matter what it takes." A woman's desires are truly terrifying. When she wants to buy clothes, she can shop in a mall all day without feeling tired. When she wants to ride a Ferris wheel, she can sit on it until she falls asleep without wanting to get off. When she wants someone to satisfy her, she might even want a man's penis inside her forever. This is a woman's desire, and it's also Feng Jie's desire, even more so than Liu Nian's.

Liu Nian's first visit to Feng Jie's house was purely arranged, a play put on by Feng Jie and the middle-aged man. A junior employee naturally has to listen to his boss. Delivering documents to a client's house isn't a difficult task, especially since it was his supervisor who personally asked him to do it. For this migrant worker far from home, being favored by his supervisor was something he desperately wanted. But he never expected that once he entered Sister Feng's house, he would never leave again. His colleagues only knew that this young man could switch jobs whenever he wanted; that's how it is these days, of course, you'll choose whichever offers the best benefits. From then on, Liu Nian was never seen at that electronics company again.

Sister Feng's house was a villa on the outskirts of the city, a very classical and solemn European-style building. From a distance, it looked like an ancient castle, but up close, looking up at it gave one an immense sense of pressure, a somewhat awe-inspiring feeling. "Rich people just enjoy themselves; they won't stay here for more than half a year," Liu Nian thought to himself. Indeed, it seems that having money and not changing houses a few times isn't enough; it's about keeping up with the times.

The castle, over ten meters high, had a basement, a four-story structure from the first to the third floor. From the outside, you wouldn't see the concept of a basement, but in ancient times, people usually thought very carefully about protecting themselves and their families to avoid unknown disasters. Liu Nian was led into the castle by a woman who looked like a housekeeper in her forties. In a large living room on the second floor, he saw Sister Feng, that noble and beautiful 'client'.

"Please sit!" Sister Feng waved her hand, and the butler left, closing the door behind him.

The room was enormous, with a high ceiling several meters high. A bright, massive chandelier illuminated the room as if it were daytime. In the center of the living room, a huge dining table lay quietly on the carpet, surrounded by a row of centuries-old, wide, plush chairs. The table was laden with all sorts of dishes, like a grand banquet. However, the only person sitting at the table was Sister Feng, the hostess. She drank milk tea and ate pastries she couldn't name, her movements as graceful as a virgin.

But Liu Nian already knew a bit about her. A wealthy woman over thirty held no appeal for him. Although Liu Nian couldn't find anything wrong with Sister Feng, his fastidious and picky nature made him very particular about age. He wanted a petite woman he could take care of, someone who could snuggle up to him all day and act coquettishly, not this powerful, domineering woman before him. One could say that Liu Nian was a typical chauvinist, but this was indeed a common flaw among many men.

Liu Nian sat down in the chair opposite Feng Jie. They were quite far apart because the table was enormous. Liu Nian found it ridiculous; why did rich people love such extravagance? Having money made them unrealistic, unafraid of trouble. Money truly was something to be both loved and hated. A moment later, a maid entered and placed the tableware in front of Liu Nian. "Perfect timing, I haven't had breakfast yet, it would be a waste not to eat." Liu Nian's fearless, headstrong nature had made him successful in finding and working over the years. He was a truly decisive man; no wonder many women were attracted to him, including Feng Jie. After the meal, Feng Jie invited Liu Nian into another living room. This room was slightly smaller, and judging from the layout, it seemed to be for receiving guests. This time they sat closer together. Feng Jie's voluptuous naked body beneath her slightly transparent nightgown made Liu Nian unable to look directly at her. But Feng Jie was sitting right opposite him; whether he looked or not, he could see it. He hated this woman's promiscuity even more. Liu Nian handed the documents to Feng Jie, preparing to leave immediately. "What? Leaving so soon?" Feng Jie swung her beautiful, crossed legs; her full, fair calves had no excess fat. Her delicate toes were encased in milky-white plastic slippers, her white heels completely exposed, the slippers dangling precariously as if they might fall off at any moment.

"Oh, no, I have a lot of things to do at the company, I'll take my leave." Liu Nian stood up to leave. Feng Jie's slippers fell to the ground, her small, white feet fully exposed to Liu Nian. "Your supervisor seems to have said you'd have the day off today." Feng Jie's bright, beautiful eyes met Liu Nian's. "Oh, well, yes.

I have some personal business to attend to later." Liu Nian explained awkwardly, starting to feel something was amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Where are you from? Why did you decide to work in our city?" Sister Feng began by asking Liu Nian simple questions. Her gentle voice made Liu Nian feel like she was chatting with a long-lost friend. However, he reminded himself that he should leave as soon as possible. Leaving this woman might be safer for him, both at work and in life.

After chatting like this for a few minutes, a maid brought in two more cold drinks and placed them next to each other. There was a table about a meter long between them, but Liu Nian felt that the table was too short. He began to feel that he still couldn't resist the advances of some women, such as Sister Feng in front of him. He felt very stuffy in the room, picked up the cold drink next to him and drank it down in one gulp. Sister Feng's eyes brightened even more when she looked at him, like a female leopard spotting her prey. That triumphant look made Liu Nian very uncomfortable.

"I think I'll take my leave now. I need to attend to my business next time I visit your place. Sorry for the inconvenience." Liu Nian got up and walked towards the door. Feng Jie didn't move or say anything. She picked up her cup, drank the beverage, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

Five minutes later, Liu Nian, who had fainted near the door, was carried by the servants into Feng Jie's bedroom on the third floor. Feng Jie sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Liu Nian sleeping soundly on her bed, her smile deepening. She greedily caressed every inch of Liu Nian's skin. His strong body made her heart surge. She rubbed her private parts with her fingers, where she was already soaking wet. She knew clearly what the girls in the beauty salon she had founded were doing. She gave them all freedom because she understood women, and she understood men even better. She knew how to get men, and she also knew how to get men who couldn't be obtained 'normally' through 'abnormal' means. She wanted to enjoy this handsome boy. He was still a child to her. So she wanted to help him, to let him use his abilities to the fullest to serve her. She hadn't experienced this kind of pleasure for almost a year, and today she had it again; it was what she deserved, and she believed that what she deserved was what she was entitled to. Are women selfish? Yes, they are. Actually, men are just as selfish, only they express it differently.

The blinding light prevented Liu Nian from immediately opening his eyes. He struggled to see clearly, a common first thought upon waking. He found himself in a room with a high ceiling, the light coming from a large, familiar overhead light. His consciousness gradually returned, and he realized his head was throbbing as if it were splitting open. He tried to press his head down to ease the pain, but his hands weren't touching his head; instead, they were pressed tightly against his body, including his feet. He was naked, his nakedness clearly visible through the transparent plastic covering him. He didn't feel the coldness of the floor; he was lying on a thick carpet. His first instinct told him he had been kidnapped. He didn't care about valuables; survival was paramount. He looked around. Ahead was a spacious area with chairs, a table, and a mirror. He couldn't see his reflection because he was so low. He estimated it was a bedroom, and the bed must be behind him, out of sight. He tried to turn around, but any movement made him dizzy. So he chose to remain still. Just then, he heard a familiar voice from behind, "Are you awake,

Liu Nian?"

"Sister Feng!!" he almost shouted, "What are you doing? Let me go right now, what do you want? This is ridiculous." "Giggle..." The sound of Sister Feng's clothes rubbing against the bed gradually became clearer. Liu Nian looked up and saw a pair of small feet stretching off the bed. The legs were so straight and so shapely that he couldn't help but admire them in his heart. It was really nice to admire a woman from this position, but he didn't want to live like this forever. Then he saw Sister Feng's head, a beautiful and familiar face, and long, smooth hair that slid down her shoulders.

"I told you to stay a little longer, but you insisted on leaving. Look! You fainted, didn't you? Giggle," Sister Feng said, covering her mouth and laughing. Liu Nian knew it was all her doing, but he was lying naked in front of a woman, so embarrassing. "Put some clothes on for me first, and then we can talk properly. This is so... cough... so inappropriate."

Liu Nian saw that Sister Feng wasn't wearing underwear, and her private parts were completely exposed. His face flushed with embarrassment. Feng Jie didn't notice his change. "It's no use. The discount period is over. You wouldn't agree when we talked calmly, and now it's all your fault." Feng Jie said, slowly sliding off the bed. Her feet didn't touch the ground, but instead landed on Liu Nian's face. Her feet weren't big, but they completely covered his face, leaving only his nose exposed as he breathed heavily, whether from difficulty breathing or from excitement, it was hard to tell. He wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound, and his movements couldn't remove Feng Jie's feet from his face. Feng Jie supported herself on the bed behind her, her feet firmly planted on Liu Nian's head, shaking her small feet incessantly, causing Liu Nian immense pain. After more than ten minutes, she finally jumped off Liu Nian's face. Liu Nian was panting heavily, "You, you, don't do this..."

"Hehe..." His distressed expression amused Feng Jie, who giggled. "Don't what? I'm doing this anyway, because from the day I saw you, you've been mine, whether you like it or not." Feng Jie's words sent chills down Liu Nian's spine. “There’s something even more fun to come,” Fengjie said, then jumped onto Liu Nian’s chest. Liu Nian was in so much pain he almost couldn’t breathe, shaking violently. Fengjie couldn’t stand steadily on him, sometimes stepping on his stomach, sometimes on his neck, falling to the ground several times, but she never fell down, showing how agile she was. “You’re so restless, looks like I’ll have to add some weight.” Fengjie pulled Liu Nian by the hair and dragged him to the other end of the bedroom. Liu Nian cursed in pain, and when they reached the corner, he was hurt again by something on the ground. After Fengjie positioned him, Liu Nian realized he was in a human-shaped area, surrounded by many iron rings with leather straps. These straps could be connected at both ends to fix his body and prevent him from moving around freely. These things were in a corner, where the light was dim, so it was difficult to find so many mechanisms. Sister Feng weaved left and right, firmly binding Liu Nian's body with wide leather belts. Liu Nian tried to move a few times but found it impossible. There was another belt next to his head, but Sister Feng seemed to have forgotten about it. Liu Nian secretly rejoiced that he could still move his head.

"Let me go! What are you doing? You perverted old woman..." Liu Nian made a last-ditch effort, trying to wake this 'lost' rational woman with insults. Sister Feng clapped her hands, stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, and looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction. "Hmm, this time there shouldn't be any problems. Are you ready, baby?"

"Ready my ass... Oh..." Sister Feng jumped onto Liu Nian's stomach, and a mouthful of sour water gushed from Liu Nian's mouth, and he immediately lost the ability to speak. Sister Feng stepped on Liu Nian's stomach, sometimes standing on tiptoe, sometimes only stomping with her heels. Feng Jie had incredibly beautiful curves; the perfect physique of an Eastern woman was embodied in her: full breasts, smooth, firm buttocks, supple calves, and fair, delicate feet. Feng Jie bounced around on Liu Nian's stomach and chest, as happy as a ten-year-old girl. Liu Nian's painful cries echoed throughout the bedroom. He cursed this perverted woman while inwardly admiring her beauty. Unfortunately, he couldn't enjoy her, while she was relentlessly torturing him. Twenty minutes of this stomping had subjected Liu Nian to a hellish ordeal. Feng Jie jumped off him and went straight to the bed. Liu Nian, panting heavily, continued cursing. This was the only way he could take revenge on this woman and vent his unbearable pain. Feng Jie quickly returned, carrying a pair of pantyhose and a pair of underwear.

“Your voice is really too loud. I love listening to you talk, to hear your voice, but not too loudly. But today you seem unable to control yourself, so I have no choice but to help you.” Sister Feng squatted down next to Liu Nian’s head, using her legs to brace his head, pinching his chin with her left hand, and stuffing the underwear in her right hand into Liu Nian’s mouth, very deep. Liu Nian tried to push it out with his tongue but couldn’t get any strength. Sister Feng then tied a stocking around Liu Nian’s mouth, very tightly, wrapping the stocking around the corners of his mouth several times, and then tying it behind his head. When Liu Nian saw what Sister Feng was holding, he knew what she was going to do, but almost all his resistance was useless. His mouth was forcefully pried open, and when he tried to push the underwear out with his tongue, it was pushed back completely. He shook his head, but Sister Feng’s strong, beautiful legs held him completely still. For the first time, he truly understood the meaning of being powerless.

The second frenzied stomping began. At first, Liu Nian was still whimpering something, but later it turned into weak groans. Feng Jie's beautiful little feet ravaged Liu Nian's body, trampling every inch of his skin. Not satisfied, she put on high heels—shiny white shoes with sharp, thin heels that slammed into his stomach like needles. Feng Jie's weight of over ninety pounds caused Liu Nian to scream in agony, the sound clearly audible through the stockings around his mouth. Large beads of sweat streamed down his face from the immense pain. His screams subsided slightly when Feng Jie's heels pressed against his chest, as his abdomen was covered in softer tissue. When his breathing calmed a little, Feng Jie stepped on his stomach again. Almost every inch of his abdomen that could accommodate the heels was a pool of blood, some areas even bruised from the force of the pressure. Standing on Liu Nian's stomach, watching his painful, powerless struggles and trembling, Feng Jie smiled cruelly. "This is just the beginning," she said. "You can't even take it anymore?" Liu Nian trembled as he looked up, his eyes almost closed. He strained to look into Feng Jie's eyes, his eyes filled with pleading and submission. After all, he wasn't a seasoned veteran, so he had truly reached his limit. His face was covered in water, indistinguishable between sweat and tears. His head slowly slumped back to the ground, his breathing becoming heavier. Feng Jie finally chuckled. The look she wanted had finally appeared in Liu Nian's eyes. She moved from Liu Nian's stomach to his chest, squatted down, and checked his breath. Confirming he wasn't in mortal danger and was only temporarily unconscious, Feng Jie got off him, kicked off her high heels, untied the socks from Liu Nian's mouth, and pulled out his underwear. Perhaps this would wake him up faster, because her game wasn't over yet; many more things were to happen to this lovely boy, so today was just the beginning. For Feng Jie, it was a joyful beginning; for Liu Nian, it was a painful one.

The lives of the women at Fangjing Beauty Salon remained as vibrant as ever. They diligently performed their duties, serving every customer who came to enjoy themselves. Those without business relied on their private slaves to pass the time. Due to recent reforms, almost every woman had her own private slave, and these possessions were generally well-cared for, significantly reducing the slave mortality rate. Currently, the private slaves resided in their own rooms, while the newly arrived, unselected slaves endured an even more miserable existence in secret chambers. These slaves practically served as public toilets for the women. Many women enjoyed using newly arrived slaves as their toilets, as newly captured men typically exhibited fierce resistance and an indomitable spirit. They refused to accept their fate and desperately struggled against the situation, which became the women's source of amusement. The women would often sit on the men, their genitals facing their mouths, tightly embracing their heads, letting them inhale the scent of their genitals, then pinching their noses and defecating or urinating freely in their mouths. Sometimes they would collectively torture a man, with a dozen or so women taking turns urinating and defecating in his mouth. They would hold his head still, preventing him from struggling, but leave his mouth wide open, releasing his legs so he could kick wildly in the air or on the ground while the women's urine and feces continuously flowed into his mouth. Each time, the man's stomach would swell up high, and sometimes the women at the end of the line wouldn't even have a chance to go before the man fainted. They would also sometimes collectively torture the man's mouth with their feet, competing to see who could insert their feet the deepest. The man would be tied upside down to the wall, and the women would take turns shoving their feet into his mouth, changing every minute. After shoving, they would slide a line across the instep where the man's lips had reached. Often, the winner of this game was a woman with very small feet. Later, a woman with very large feet also won first place. It's said that her heel was actually on the man's lower lip, causing him to faint on the spot. His mouth reportedly never closed again, but he was relegated to a lifelong toilet assignment. He's supposedly now 'comfortably' lying in a corner of the basement, waiting for some woman to come and visit…

[The End]

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