【Humiliating Cruel Love】(16) Author: capcat

Author: capcat
Word Count: 10177

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Chapter Sixteen The Three of Us in a Secret Room

Old Jin held Bingyi's ankle with one hand and placed it on his shoulder, while his other hand encircled her shoulder. His lower body movements
never stopped for half a second.

"Little vixen, you...you're so tight...so wet...so slippery..."

"No...humph...don't say anymore...humph..."

Bingyi was now completely at Old Jin's mercy. The immense pleasure made her unable to think about where she was or
what she was doing.

Just as the two of them were about to lose their bodies, Old Jin suddenly pulled his penis out of Bingyi
's body and threw her body heavily to the ground.

"Ah..."

This sudden emptiness left Bingyi disoriented. She was thrown to the ground, her body still curling up and trembling
. She couldn't help but try to touch the fleshy opening of her lower body that was still gushing with love fluid with her injured fingers.

Long, black hair spread across the floor. Against the backdrop of Bingyi's flawless, snow-white body, she had one leg bent for support
, the other flat, her lower body clenched, and one small hand constantly rubbing around her vulva.

Everyone's attention was focused on Bingyi; no one noticed that Old Jin, with his enormous penis erect, stood
before Mo Chenjue, holding the cane the old man had thrown on the ground earlier.

"Mo Chenjue, I never thought you'd end up like this."

The hatred in Old Jin's eyes was obvious.

He looked contemptuously at Bingyi, now disheveled from his actions, and sneered at Mo Chenjue with a triumphant air.

"Seeing your little beauty humiliated like this, doesn't it hurt? Does it break your heart?"

Mo Chenjue met his gaze without fear, his eyes filled with heartache, pain, and defiance.

Looking at Mo Chenjue's still cold and stubborn gaze, Old Jin couldn't help but feel a pang of fear.

"Still showing off? I'll teach you a lesson!"

He raised his cane and struck Mo Chenjue hard on the shoulder.

Mo Chenjue, already covered in bruises and bloodstains from being whipped by Lao Jin, was now struck by the wooden cane with Lao Jin's vengeful force
.

Everyone noticed that as the
cane sweat rolled down his forehead in pain.

However, he gritted his teeth and endured it without uttering a sound.

Lao Jin, seemingly enraged, continued to rain down the cane on Mo Chenjue without mercy.

As Mo Chenjue endured the blows, his handsome face became even more resolute, his eyes even sharper, and
sweat poured down his face from the pain.

Lao Jin continued to strike indiscriminately, and finally, after a powerful blow to Mo Chenjue's abdomen, a trickle of bright red blood flowed from the corner of Mo Chenjue
's mouth.

"Let's see if you still dare to be so stubborn!"

Old Jin continued to beat him with his cane, striking his knees and legs hard... Finally, he was covered in
sweat , and the cane slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Bingyi finally regained some consciousness.

She turned her head and looked at the two people in front of her, and was stunned.

Mo Chenjue was covered in wounds and blood, but his deep, dark eyes were still firm and dignified.

"Sir, sir... how... how did you get beaten like this..."

Bingyi desperately tried to reach Mo Chenjue, she wanted to crawl to his side, but she was exhausted
and had no strength left.

Old Jin, as if enraged, removed the gag from Mo Chenjue's mouth.

"Sir..." Large tears rolled down Bingyi's cheeks as she stretched out her blood-stained hand to Mo Chenjue.

"Bingyi, how are you?" Mo Chenjue was finally able to speak, his voice full of concern.

"I...I'm alright...Sir, are you...are you in pain...?"

"I'm not in pain...How's your hand?"

Before Bingyi could answer, Old Jin grabbed the long black leather whip again and began lashing Mo Chenjue repeatedly.

"How dare you flirt in front of me? You two are a bunch of bastards! I was the one who took her first! She's mine alone
!"

"No...no...please...please...don't hit him anymore...don't..."

Bingyi pleaded incessantly.

"Bingyi...no...don't...please him..."

Mo Chenjue stood upright, enduring Old Jin's whips, his thin lips tightly pressed together, his cold gaze
terrifying .

"Everyone, disperse! Disperse!"

Old Jin then turned his whip towards the men in the audience. Seeing Old Jin's
furious , they dared not utter a sound and quickly left the stage, glancing back at the still-lying, pure and innocent
Bingyi.

Old Jin dispersed everyone, leaving only the three of them in the arena.

Bingyi's pleading did nothing to soften his heart; on the contrary, her pleas fueled his burning jealousy.

Mo Chenjue had already been beaten so badly that even after being untied, he had no strength left to fight back, and Bingyi was even more
frail .

He blindfolded them both, loaded them into his wrecked car, and hurriedly drove away.

When Mo Chenjue awoke, he found himself pressed against a wall, his hands and feet tightly shackled
, his whole body aching, his shirt stripped off, leaving him only in his underwear.

His muscular body was covered in bruises.

The room was dimly lit.

The walls were mottled and covered with various tools and ropes; there were at least ten sets of finger wrenches alone, in different
colors and textures.

The room was dark and damp. It took him a while to notice Bingyi, bound by ropes.

She was still fast asleep, her black hair scattered on the floor, her hands and feet bound by red ropes, her entire body naked.

"No...don't torture me anymore..."

"No...don't hit my husband..."

Even in her dreams, she was filled with fear, worry, and tears.

"Our CEO Mo is awake?"

Old Jin's unpleasant voice rang out. He emerged from some corner and turned on a light.

He pushed over a wooden tub, steaming from within, and then walked to Bingyi's side, picking her up.

"Don't touch her!" Mo Chenjue's voice was icy.

Old Jin glanced at him, then lowered his head and kissed Bingyi's cherry lips with his thick lips.

"Mmm..." Bingyi was stung by the rough stubble on his lips and slowly woke up.

"Sir..." Old Jin's face was backlit, so she didn't see him clearly at first and mistook him for Mo Chenjue.

Hearing this infinitely gentle address, Old Jin was filled with jealousy and said irritably,

"Yes, I am your sir."

"No, no! You're not!"

Bingyi then saw Old Jin's pockmarked face full of fat and tried to struggle away from his embrace in fear.

Old Jin lowered his head again, his thick lips suddenly sucking into Bingyi's soft little mouth, his hard tongue prying open her
resisting pink lips and directly intertwining with her wet little tongue.

"Mmm..." Under his onslaught, Bingyi kept trying to escape, but Old Jin kissed her too tightly and too deeply.

"You surnamed Jin, let her go!" Mo Chenjue was like a wild beast, he was angry and helpless.

He watched helplessly as Old Jin kissed Bingyi, their saliva mingling, Old Jin constantly sucking
the fragrant saliva that Bingyi left because of his overly brutal kiss.

"Smells so good, little vixen, you smell so good."

After what seemed like an eternity, Old Jin finally released Bingyi's lips. Bingyi, after this forceful kiss, gasped for breath, her
chest heaving.

"Come on, let's take a bath. I've prepared this wooden tub for you for so many years."

Old Jin slowly placed her into the tub, still refusing to untie her arms and ankles.

The tub smelled unusually strong, as if Old Jin had added some kind of essential oil or fragrance.

"No…" Bingyi sat in the tub, and Old Jin began to wipe her body with a hot towel.

"No… no…"

She was completely naked, and being violated and approached by this man in front of her husband was unbearably shameful.

"Sir… don't look…" She lowered her head in embarrassment.

"You're ashamed even like this? Well, just now, didn't you praise me for being so big and penetrating so deeply?"

Old Jin's face was full of smugness.

"No… no…" Bingyi felt even more ashamed.

"Does your finger hurt?"

Old Jin held her bound hands, her ten fingers slightly red and swollen, bearing the marks of finger-crushing torture.

"..." Bingyi lowered her head and remained silent.

"I just love your shy and innocent look."

Old Jin took a tube of ointment and gently rubbed it on Bingyi's ten fingers.

"It hurts..." Touching the wounds, Bingyi couldn't help but groan softly.

"You beast, don't touch her!" Mo Chenjue roared.

Old Jin seemed not to hear, slowly spreading the ointment, then carefully wiping Bingyi's body inch by inch.

"This skin, it's truly delicate and flawless... It's such a good deal for that brat Mo Chenjue, otherwise, of course, her virginity
would have been reserved for me..."

Old Jin stared unscrupulously at Bingyi's smooth body, his face full of lust.

Every place Old Jin's hand touched, Bingyi's body trembled in fear.

"No..." She was too afraid to move.

After wiping her body, Lao Jin lifted her bound little feet.

"Hmph, these little feet, I've finally seen them clearly now. Before, when you were little, I don't
know how many times I imagined them, how many times I dreamed of them, but now I've finally seen them, touched them."

He said lewdly.

"No..." Bingyi resisted softly.

Lao Jin held her little feet in his palms, admiring them repeatedly. The crystal-clear toes, the perfect arch, the smooth and
tender skin...

This woman seemed to have a bewitching beauty that could give him a heart attack at any moment.

As he looked at her, he finally couldn't resist and began to lick her toes one by one,
not even sparing the spaces between them.

"No... no... stop..."

Bingyi was so ashamed, trying to pull her feet out of his palms, but they were held tightly.

Lao Jin licked and ate them one by one, and finally simply stuffed all five toes of Bingyi's jade feet into his mouth,
licking and soothing them with his tongue.

"No... Hmph..."

Bingyi finally couldn't withstand the onslaught. The strange floral scent in the wooden tub gave her a strange feeling,
her body felt warm. Her body, which had been trained countless times, was also sensitive and couldn't withstand Lao Jin's teasing.

"Jin... Master Jin... Hmph... No... No..."

She began to breathe heavily.

"You surnamed Jin, let her go! Whatever you want, come at me! I sent someone to break your leg, so
come at me for everything!"

Mo Chenjue roared, his voice hoarse.

Upon hearing the most painful thing in his life—his broken leg—Lao Jin stopped kissing Bingyi's small feet, picked up a
whip , and lashed Mo Chenjue hard.

Mo Chenjue's handsome face only furrowed slightly; he still refused to show weakness and refused
to make a sound.

The whip struck, overlapping the old wound, so conspicuous.

"Don't hit him! I'm willing..."

Bingyi cried out as she saw Mo Chenjue being whipped.

Old Jin turned to look at Bingyi, who was naked and radiantly beautiful. Her face was slightly pink from the steam,
her hair was damp and clung to her temples, and her full breasts and smooth, jade-like skin...

"I know that after getting involved with President Mo, I'll never have a good life again. Even my survival
is uncertain. So today, I'm going to unleash all the pent-up grievances I've accumulated over the years on you."

Old Jin set up a tripod with an old video camera on it.

"You... what are you going to do..." Bingyi asked softly, seeing his intention to record.

"

I'm going to record all our pleasures so I can watch them later and reminisce."

"No..."

Old Jin lifted Bingyi out of the tub and dried her off.

He opened an old leather trunk, which was full of brand-new women's clothing.

Old Jin hesitated for a long time.

"Wear this."

He took out a red silk dress, an ancient garment, and dressed Bingyi in it.

Underneath, he put a red silk undergarment on her.

"Today, you are my bride,"

Old Jin said leisurely, pinching Bingyi's chin.

"Don't even think about it!" Mo Chenjue shouted again.

"No..." Bingyi was dressed like a doll, all in bright red, which made her small face
even more beautiful.

Old Jin tied up her long hair with a red ribbon and inserted a red beaded flower into her temple.

"So beautiful, so beautiful."

Old Jin turned Bingyi's exquisite face towards the light, shamelessly admiring it.

"No..." Tears streamed down Bingyi's face.

"Today, I will exercise my rights as a husband."

"No..." Bingyi shook her head, filled with fear.

"Don't say no again! Don't refuse me again! Otherwise,"

Old Jin pinched her chin hard, "otherwise, if you say no, I will whip him!"

Old Jin pointed at Mo Chenjue.

"I..." Bingyi was so embarrassed and ashamed.

Her eyes, filled with tears, looked at Mo Chenjue.

His eyes were filled with so much heartache.

Old Jin untied Bingyi, not forgetting to threaten her:

"If you dare to play any tricks, be careful I beat Mo Chenjue to death."

"Call me husband. Call me Jin Husband."

"I...I..." Bingyi looked at Mo Chenjue with a face full of grievance.

"Slap!" Old Jin slapped Bingyi hard across the face, and one side of her face immediately turned red.

"Ah..."

"Shout it out! Otherwise, your Mr. Mo will be in for a world of hurt."

Old Jin's gaze fell on the leather whip on the ground.

"Bingyi, don't listen to him!" Mo Chenjue shouted heavily.

"I...I..." Bingyi's voice was low. She looked at Mo Chenjue's body covered in wounds, then at the vicious
Old Jin, torn between two options. But finally, she managed to whisper out,

"My...my husband...Jin...my husband..." Bingyi was extremely ashamed.

"Hahaha, good, so good! So good!" Old Jin laughed perversely.

"Now, call me my husband!" Old Jin pressed his advantage.

"My...my husband..." Bingyi lowered her head even further.

"Kneel down!" Old Jin ordered.

Bingyi obediently knelt down.

"Take off your husband's shoes and socks, and wash his feet with your mouth."

"I...I don't want to..." Bingyi shook her head.

Without saying a word, Old Jin picked up the whip and lashed it hard across Mo Chenjue's leg.

"No! Don't hit him again! I'll do it, I'll do it..." Bingyi quickly complied.

"Bingyi, don't do it... don't..." Mo Chenjue, having just received a painful lash, was clearly enduring it.

"Say it, Bingyi, take off your husband's shoes and lick his feet!" Old Jin sat down again and gave the order.

"Bingyi... Bingyi will... take off... your husband's... shoes... lick his feet..." Bingyi cried, tears streaming down her face.

She carefully used her still excruciatingly painful hands to lift Old Jin's heavy, hard boots, untied
the laces . A stench hit her, almost making her vomit.

She continued to endure the pain as she took off Old Jin's socks. Before she could react, his large, thick feet were
forced towards her lips.

"Mmm..." Bingyi endured it, holding Old Jin's large feet in her arms and licking his toes one by one.

Old Jin's feet, of course, were deliberately pressed very close to Bingyi's chest, constantly rubbing against her tender breasts.

"Hmph..." A soft, wet little tongue gently cleaned Old Jin's toes, causing his lower body to
quickly harden.

He looked at Bingyi kneeling beneath him, obediently licking his toes—the little fairy he had dreamed of
for so many years—and was almost about to ejaculate with excitement.

"Alright, alright, my wife,"

Old Jin gestured for Bingyi to stop. "Let's drink a cup of nuptial wine."

He pointed to two cups of wine on the table beside him.

"Bingyi, don't drink!"

Bingyi read from Old Jin's gaze that if she didn't comply, then her master would face
another round of torture.

"Yes." She obediently took the cup Old Jin offered, crossed her arms, and downed a strong cup of nuptial wine
.

Bingyi immediately felt dizzy.

"Come on, let's drink another cup." Old Jin grinned wickedly, filling another cup. This time, he didn't drink himself,
but forced it into Bingyi's cherry-like mouth.

"Bingyi, don't drink!"

But Old Jin had already pinched her nose and forced another cup down her throat.

"Come on, let me feed you another cup."

Old Jin poured another full cup, put it in his own mouth first, then covered Bingyi's small mouth with his large mouth, forcefully prying
open her soft lips and pouring the strong liquor from his mouth into Bingyi's mouth.

"No..." Bingyi weakly pushed Old Jin away.

The liquor was very strong; after three large cups, she felt dizzy and weak, and even her vision was slightly blurred.

"You were naughty, you said no, so I had no choice but to hit your Mr. Mo."

Old Jin held the already limp and flushed Bingyi in one arm, and with the other hand, he whipped Mo Chenjue hard
.

"Um... don't hit him... don't hit him... I... I'll do whatever you say..."

Bingyi's consciousness was confused, and her eyes began to blur.

"Bingyi, he gave you a sleeping potion, you must hold on!"

Mo Chenjue's voice was low and hoarse; he didn't even know if Bingyi, who had lost half of her consciousness,
could still hear him.

"It's...so hot here..."

Bingyi half-closed her eyes, her restrained and holy aura, coupled with the burning desire within her,
made one want to break free of her.

"Little fairy, little beauty...if you feel hot, then take off your clothes..."

"I...I'm so embarrassed..." Bingyi's body was burning hot, she kept sticking out her little tongue to lightly lick
her chapped lips, her whole body limp in Lao Jin's arms.

"Do you want me to take off your clothes for you?" Lao Jin had bad intentions.

"That's so...so embarrassing...I...I'm so hot..." She shrank into Lao Jin's arms, her cheeks flushed.

"This little vixen, so easily tempted." Lao Jin tried to slowly untie the sash at her chest, pulling down one side of the neckline, immediately exposing

a large expanse of Bingyi's right snow-white shoulder. "Hmph...so...so hot..." Her flushed little face, coupled with her bare shoulder, if it weren't for the small undergarment covering her, half of her breast would also be exposed. "Would you like me to take off your left side as well, my lord?" "This...this..." Bingyi was unbearably hot, and her lack of refusal was tantamount to consent. "Hahaha...my lord will help you cool down." With that, Lao Jin exposed her left shoulder as well. Then he pulled her clothes down to her waist, thus exposing Bingyi's two snow-white shoulders and two smooth arms.

"It's so hot... so... so itchy... I..." Bingyi half-closed her eyes, pleading with Lao Jin for help.

"This little vixen, she's so good at seducing people!"

"Bingyi, wake up! Don't fall for it!" Mo Chenjue cried out in anguish.

"She's been given so many sleeping pills, she probably won't wake up for a while."

Lao Jin looked at Mo Chenjue smugly, then turned to look at the stunning beauty in his arms.

"It's so hot... so itchy... I... almost... almost..."

Bingyi's small hands began to caress her body, she even forgot the pain in her fingertips.

"Do you remember who Mo Chenjue is?"

"He... he's my... my husband... he... he took me... on... my eighteenth
birthday ..." Bingyi's thoughts were in disarray.

"How did he take you?" Lao Jin was burning with jealousy.

"He...he tied me...to the bed...and then...that...entered me...and took
me..."

"Is Mo Chenjue's thing big?" Old Jin continued to press.

"Sir's...I...I can't say...it's so embarrassing..." Bingyi gently shook her head.

She felt so hot, and one of her long, slender legs began to peek out from under her clothes,
her small feet in red embroidered shoes slowly rubbing against the ground, as if trying to relieve her discomfort.

"Is my thing bigger, or is Mo's thing bigger?"

"I...I..." Bingyi didn't answer, only moaning softly.

Old Jin saw her breathtakingly beautiful leg extend on its own and couldn't help but place his large hand on it.

His cool hand on Bingyi's thigh actually made her feel very comfortable.

"Hmm..." Old Jin kept stroking her smooth thigh, causing Bingyi to moan softly.

"Do you want me to touch you like this?"

"No...no...I am...I am sir's..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bingyi heard a crack of a whip.

"You broke the rules. I told you, if you say no, your husband will be whipped by me."

Bingyi was forced to look at Mo Chenjue, who was almost unconscious from the pain. He was covered in blood and whip marks.

"Bingyi, don't... don't give in to him... don't... don't worry about me..." Mo Chenjue said with difficulty.

"I don't want you to die... don't hit him anymore..." Bingyi reached out to reach Mo Chenjue, but Lao Jin picked her up by the waist
.

"Only you can save your husband with your own body."

"But... but I..."

Lao Jin hugged Bingyi's slender waist and asked softly, "Do you want me to tie you up?"

Hearing that she was to be tied up, Bingyi felt a surge of excitement for some reason.

"I..."

Once again, not refusing was tacit consent.

Lao Jin chuckled twice, found a long red rope, filled the wooden tub with hot water again, and
laid a wooden board with gaps on it, so that the hot steam slowly rose up.

Old Jin lifted Bingyi onto the makeshift platform and used a red rope to secure her small feet, clad in embroidered shoes, to
either end , thus naturally separating Bingyi's legs. Then, Old Jin tied her hands to her ankles
.

Bingyi couldn't move at all.

"Mmm..."

She was already feeling hot all over, and now, steamed by the scalding water from the wooden tub beneath her, her blood
was churning even more.

"Quick... quick... I can't take it anymore..."

Bingyi kept twisting her body, trying to escape the torment of the steam, but her movements and her half-revealed
clothes only fueled Old Jin's lust.

"Do you want me to take off your skirt and free your legs?"

"Hmph... um..."

Having received tacit approval, Old Jin untied Bingyi's belt and removed her red silk dress.

Bingyi was now only wearing a red satin bodice and a pair of embroidered shoes. Her pink vulva was wide open, and
Old Jin could clearly see that it was moist and glistening, with clear fluid about to overflow.

"Sensitive little slut." Old Jin touched his mouth and swallowed.

"Are you feeling empty?" Old Jin stuck his thick middle finger into Bingyi's mouth. Bingyi's thirsty little mouth
immediately sucked on his finger tightly. She herself didn't know
how humiliating her conditioned reflex action was.

"I'll feed you water." Old Jin said, taking a big gulp from the bottle of drugged wine,
turning around and parting Bingyi's defenseless lips, and pouring it down her throat.

"Mmm...this...this is wine..."

"You shameless bastard, Jin!" Mo Chenjue's heart ached.

"Sir...save me...I...I'm so hot..."

Bingyi turned her head to look at Mo Chenjue.

Old Jin held a long feather in his hand and began to rub it incessantly on Bingyi's sensitive areas.

Earlobes, neck, collarbone, thighs, around her vulva...

"Mmm...mmm..." Bingyi couldn't help but moan softly, aroused by the teasing.

"Isn't it more shameful to let your husband watch you being humiliated?"

Bingyi realized that Mo Chenjue was watching her slowly succumb, and couldn't help but try to tighten her legs.

"Sir...don't look..."

Old Jin reached out and forcibly spread her legs again, exposing her pink little slit to the air once more.

He took a large feather and used the thin tip to rub and brush around Bingyi's vulva, and such
teasing was like torture for Bingyi, who was now deeply aroused.

"Let me go...I...I can't take it...um..."

Bingyi tried to tighten her legs, but Old Jin spread them apart again and again, constantly teasing
her deepest desires with the feather.

She slightly opened her eyes, and in front of her was Mo Chenjue's handsome face one moment and Old Jin's
ugly .

"Call me husband, and I'll help you take off your shoes and undergarment."

"Oh...so embarrassing..."

"Then your body isn't hot anymore?"

Old Jin intensified his movements, playing with a feather as lightly as a butterfly, stimulating the incredibly
sensitive Bingyi.

"I...humph..."

"Say it out loud, saying it will cool you down a lot!"

"Husband...help me...humph...help me take off...humph..." Bingyi couldn't continue speaking,
teased .

Old Jin untied the bodice straps around her neck, removed her undergarments, and took off her
bright red embroidered shoes.

Bingyi was left only with the red rope binding her and the red beaded flower tucked into her hair.

"Is it much cooler now?" Old Jin leaned close to Bingyi's face, gently blowing into her earlobe.

"No…I…um…"

"Seeing how obedient you are, and considering your husband was beaten half to death by me, I won't punish him
. I'll let you off the hook."

"Master…I'm so hot…"

Old Jin stared at her bare breasts, her two full, snowy peaks rising and falling, the pink nipples already
erect .

"Ha." Old Jin couldn't resist reaching out to knead them, pinching her small nipples between his fingers, lifting them, lowering them, and
lifting them again.

"No…don't touch…" Bingyi cried out, but gently licked her lips.

"Are you thirsty?" Old Jin's hands continued their movements.

"So...so thirsty...um..."

"Do you need some water down there?"

"So...um...so embarrassing..."

"I'll blindfold you, then no one will be able to tell it's you, and you won't be able to see anyone. That way, you won't be
embarrassed, right?"

Consumed by desire and losing her ability to discern right from wrong, Bingyi could only nod.

The bathwater in the wooden tub had actually been heavily laced with a sedative by Lao Jin. Now, it
evaporated with the steam, seeping into Bingyi's pores. No matter how strong her self-control was, she couldn't resist.

"Please...don't...don't torture me anymore..."

Lao Jin took a piece of red silk and blindfolded Bingyi.

"That way, you can tell me anything you want, and you won't be embarrassed at all."

Blindfolded, Bingyi felt both humiliated and excited.

"I..."

She kept writhing, her beautiful body becoming increasingly alluring and full in the rising steam.

"I...so thirsty..."

"Where are you thirsty?"

Lao Jin said, then reached a large hand between her legs.

"Oh..."

"You're so thirsty down there, aren't you?"

Bingyi, her eyes covered, nodded shyly.

"Please beg me, okay? Beg me to lick your cleft."

"This..."

Old Jin kept rubbing against her cleft.

"I...I'm so thirsty down there...please...please lick me..."

"Bingyi..." Mo Chenjue watched Bingyi succumb little by little, feeling extremely distressed.

"My little darling, your husband is coming."

Old Jin spread Bingyi's thighs wider, and he buried his head between Bingyi's legs, shamelessly licking
her already wet cleft, making smacking noises with his mouth. Sometimes he sucked on her clitoris, sometimes he
licked her lips until they turned inside out, and sometimes he moved to her little hole and stirred it. Finally, Bingyi, who was being favored
, finally groaned loudly.

"Ah...ah...so...so comfortable..."

"Mmm...hum...hum..."

"Ah ah...mmm...mmm..."

Having received Bingyi's approval, Lao Jin exerted himself even more vigorously, exercising
his privileges He gripped Bingyi's smooth, jade-like feet tightly with both hands, his tongue constantly licking her lower body, sucking her
endless flow of nectar with smacking sounds.

"Mmm...ah..."

"Hmph...I...I'm about to...come...mmm..."

"Little slut, so sweet."

Lao Jin tilted his head back, his mouth covered in Bingyi's love juice.

Suddenly free from Lao Jin's licking, Bingyi felt even more empty inside. Her lower body twitched rhythmically,
clearly aroused by Lao Jin's licking.

"It's okay, no one can see you now. If you want it, just beg me..."

Lao Jin teased Bingyi's earlobe with his tongue, lightly brushing her snow-white neck.

Such a beautiful woman, every part of her was a treasure; he truly wanted to immerse himself in this gentle embrace, never to wake up again.

"I...I want..." Under the onslaught of kisses, Bingyi finally begged for mercy. Her face still bore
a look of humiliation and embarrassment.

"Louder, what are you going to call me?"

"Husband...my lord...I...I want..." Bingyi murmured.

Old Jin laughed a few times, untied Bingyi from the platform above the water bucket, then
tied and hoisted her in front of Mo Chenjue.

He then positioned himself between them, clipping two bell-adorned nipple clamps onto Bingyi's breasts
.

He then wrapped Bingyi's long, beautiful legs around his waist and thrust himself straight into her lower body. With a "whoosh," accompanied by the crisp ringing of the bells, his already swollen member
slid into Bingyi's already overflowing lower body.

"Ah..." Bingyi let out a long, satisfied moan. Her body was
being thrust into , swaying rhythmically back and forth. The melodious sound of the bells further stimulated
the desires of the lovers.

Bingyi's body, which had been empty for so long due to the drugs, was finally satisfied. She moaned loudly, in her most unrestrained
state, and in front of the person she loved most.

"Ah...ah...ah...so good..."

"Mmm...so deep...more...hum..."

"Mmm...so comfortable...ah..."

Later, Lao Jin simply put her down, letting Bingyi lie on his chest, holding her two
thighs still wrapped around his waist, thrusting tirelessly, deep and full. Lao Jin pressed Bingyi
's back against Mo Chenjue's naked upper body, Bingyi's smooth and wet body rubbing against him incessantly. The pearl
hairpin at her temple had fallen off due to the violent movements, her full head of black hair cascading down to her waist, the fragrance of her hair
constantly enveloping Mo Chenjue...

His lower body was so swollen that it was almost about to burst through his underwear...

"Hmph...I'm almost...almost there...uh...uh..."

Bingyi's honeyed buttocks rubbed against Mo Chenjue's large lower body repeatedly. Because she was so excited by Lao Jin's penetration,
not only did her vagina grip Lao Jin's lower body tightly, but her buttocks also gripped tightly. As a result, Mo Chenjue
was repeatedly rubbed and was about to ejaculate.

"Mmm..." Lao Jin couldn't help but groan.

"Little vixen, so smooth...so tight...so much water...truly...truly top-notch...mmm
..."

Bingyi's small hands gripped Lao Jin's shoulders tightly, digging into his soft flesh.

Seeing her being violated and humiliated by someone like Lao Jin, Mo Chenjue felt a surge of excitement for some reason.

Lao Jin, seeing the expression on Mo Chenjue's face, immediately understood what was happening.

He hugged Bingyi, turned her over, and pulled down Mo Chenjue's pants. Mo Chenjue's enormous
penis sprang out, lightly hitting Bingyi's face.

Realizing that this huge penis was right in front of her, Bingyi grabbed it and brought her small mouth to it, beginning to
lick and suck Mo Chenjue. Mo Chenjue inserted his huge penis deep into Bingyi's throat, endlessly enjoying the way
her sweet, soft little mouth enveloped him so tightly.

Old Jin lifted Bingyi's buttocks and thrust in, pounding into her
lower body with force...

"Mmm... Hmph..." "Slap

slap slap..."

"Ugh... Mmm..."

The room was filled only with the sounds of their swallowing, thrusting, and moaning...

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