(IX. Final Chapter) Ultimate Discipline

In a pub, two stunningly beautiful women sat at the bar drinking. One of them had an oval face and wore a pale yellow mini-skirt that revealed her long, shapely legs, accentuated by stockings that highlighted the beautiful lines of her thighs. She wore a low-cut t-shirt, and while her breasts weren't large, they were probably a B cup. The other woman sitting next to her was slightly shorter, but had a fuller bust and thicker eyebrows, giving her a distinctly sexy and individualistic look. This woman was none other than the well-known Ya-Ting.

Several men swarmed around them like bees to a flower garden, and the two women giggled frequently. Then, the taller woman, somewhat reluctantly, got up with one of the men at Ya-Ting's urging, seemingly to go dancing. She kept glancing at Ya-Ting, appearing somewhat unwilling, but Ya-Ting gave her a casual glare, and she resignedly allowed the man to put his arm around her waist and lead her off the dance floor.

The two women were dancing a slow dance, their arms around each other's waists. The man, clearly an experienced dancer, moved his right hand inappropriately from her waist down to her thigh, following the rhythm of the dance. Just as his hand was about to reach her private parts, the woman nervously grabbed his hand, preventing him from crossing the line. However, the man persisted, holding her tightly, first licking her earlobe, then slowly moving towards her bright red lips for a kiss. She naturally turned her head away, skillfully avoiding his kiss.

But as she turned her head to dodge his deep kiss, she noticed that Ya Ting, who had been sitting at the bar, was also watching her, her eyes showing displeasure. She was clearly bothered by Ya Ting's gaze, and gradually gave up resisting. With the rhythm of the slow dance and the man's guidance, she resignedly tilted her head back slightly. Seeing that she no longer resisted, he didn't hold back, immediately planting a deep kiss on her lips, his tongue penetrating her mouth.

At first, she seemed a little resistant, but under the other person's tongue skills, she gradually began to reciprocate with her own, her arms slowly wrapping around the back of his neck, holding him tightly. Only then did Ya Ting reveal a slight, unintentional smile.

By now, the reader should have guessed that the slightly taller woman is Fang Ziling, Ya Ting's husband, myself. Today was another sexual game Ya Ting was playing with me. Recently, Ya Ting had been controlling my diet to make my figure more curvaceous, and she had also been injecting me with some kind of drug she'd gotten from somewhere, making my breasts a full B cup, and my skin almost indistinguishable from a woman's.

During the day, she instructed me to wear women's clothing and watch some films she'd chosen for me, making me imitate the women's speech and actions in the films. I don't know where she got the drugs, but I know that if I don't do as she says, Ting will stop having sex with me and will no longer use sadomasochism to satisfy me. To get my wife's sex, I've completely become a masochist who can't live without Ya Ting.

Today was also a test from my wife to see the results of her training over the past six months. Whenever she forces me to dress as a woman, she becomes unusually sexually aroused afterward and satisfies me when we get home. My wife will stomp on me with her high heels, or make me drink her "golden water," or make me lick the ice cream or rice that comes out of her anus.

I know that if Ting continues to train me like this, one day I will really believe that I am a woman, but for my beloved wife, I can't resist. And under her repeated torture, I unwittingly achieve sexual satisfaction every time.

Today is Friday, and my wife's clothes for work have become increasingly sexy lately. Not only are her skirts getting shorter and shorter, but she also wears her carefully chosen sexy high heels, a fitted top, and a light white dress jacket, which not only enhances her temperament but also gives her a sexiness she didn't have before. In particular, her firm and full breasts are even more eye-catching under the fitted top.

Ting has changed a lot in the past six months. She is no longer the ice queen she used to be. I think it must be because of my efforts that my wife has changed.

Before Ting left for work this morning, she snuggled against me in a coquettish tone. Of course, I habitually made sure to dress up beautifully before she left.

Ting said, "Ling-jie, I'm going to work now, don't miss me~" After saying that, my wife gave me a deep kiss. 'Oh! My wife is so loving and sexy now,' I couldn't help but think.

But what my wife said next startled me: "Ling-jie, you've become more and more beautiful lately. Every time we go out together, so many men ask you where you live and what your name is! Honey, I'm so jealous!"

I knew immediately that this was just the beginning; she must have thought of some way to humiliate me again.

Sure enough, my wife continued, "Ling, how about I find you a boyfriend?" I almost fainted when I heard that. I pleaded in a low voice, "Wife, I'm a man! I only love you. I haven't even touched another woman. You want me to have a boyfriend? I really can't accept that."

My wife's face immediately darkened with displeasure. "Honey, were you kidding me when you were kissing that man so happily last time?"

I stammered, "I only... because you kept staring at me..." Actually, I didn't know how to explain. Last time, I initially obeyed my wife's orders, but later, due to the intense humiliation, I developed a strange stimulation and a self-destructive mentality, becoming someone who kept demanding from him, like a slut. Fortunately, Ya-ting had already forced me to wear specially made briefs, taking comprehensive precautions, otherwise, my private parts would probably have been exposed.

Under my wife's stern gaze and my own ambiguity, I acquiesced to my wife's suggestion.

Soon, it was Saturday. My wife was tidying up the living room early in the morning; I knew her colleague was coming over. My wife said she told him I was her sister, that I was still single, and that he was coming over for lunch.

In a state of anxious, almost masochistic, excitement, the doorbell finally rang. My wife eagerly went to open the door. Entering was a man who wasn't very refined-looking, rather burly, with a strong bureaucratic air about him; he was probably under forty. Although he had clearly tried hard to shave and dress neatly, he was obviously not used to dressing like that. While

I was wondering why my wife would choose someone like this, she had already invited him in and seated him in the living room. Judging from her attitude, she and this colleague were probably quite familiar with each other.

Ya-ting: "Brother Quan, come in quickly, the food is all ready, please sit down." Then my wife introduced this colleague to me: "Sister Ling, this is my colleague, his name is Zhang Kequan. Don't let his appearance fool you, he's a rising star in our company, he manages all the purchasing and budgeting."

Brother Quan smiled generously at me, but I could feel his lecherous eyes constantly sizing me up. I secretly pulled my wife aside and whispered, "Honey, why does he seem a bit disreputable?"

My wife glared at me, annoyed. "Do you think this is a blind date? If you want a handsome guy, I'll find you someone like Takeshi Kaneshiro later."

I whispered back, "That's not what I meant. It's just that you seem to know him quite well." My

wife became even more impatient. "There won't be any problems with your own colleagues. I can guarantee that Brother Quan will be perfectly fine. You better behave yourself and cheat on me. If you don't become Brother Quan's woman today, I'll never let you touch an inch of my skin again!"

Since my wife had given me this ultimatum, I didn't dare to object anymore, so the three of us had lunch together.

During the meal, my wife kept toasting Brother Quan. I noticed that my wife was drinking more and more. After drinking half a bottle of liquor, she finally couldn't hold back and fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. Only Brother Quan and I were left at the table, and the atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward. Quan Ge made no attempt to be polite, moving his seat next to me and constantly toasting me. His motives were quite obvious.

During the toasts and returns, Quan Ge's left hand had somehow already wrapped around my slender waist, then gradually slipped inside my clothes. Although I was a little tipsy, I instinctively pushed Quan Ge's inappropriate hand away, and in my well-practiced, soft woman's voice, I protested in a low voice, "Quan Ge, you're drunk, don't do this..."

The more I protested, the more Quan Ge took advantage of me. He grabbed me with both hands and said, "Xiao Ling, I've heard Xiao Ting talk about you before. You must be lonely."

I stammered weakly, "What did Ting say about me?"

Quan Ge said, "She said you need a man's comfort and that I should help you. So stop pretending and let us hug!" After saying that, Quan Ge pulled me to another sofa and pressed me down.

I really couldn't accept it, especially since the other person was a thug. But then I saw Ting on the other sofa peeking at me, and her eyes seemed to say, "If you resist again, see how I deal with you tonight!"

I subconsciously gave in and stopped resisting Quan Ge's advances. In a few moments, Quan Ge stripped me naked. At this point, my body, under my wife's "training," was no different from a real woman's except for a small penis that hadn't been erect for a long time. My breasts were especially full. But strangely, Quan Ge didn't seem surprised when he saw my genitals.

Suddenly, Quan Ge stripped naked, revealing his muscular, hairy body. He pounced on me. I weakly resisted, but due to the vast difference in strength and my wife's watchful eye, I quickly resigned myself to my fate and stopped resisting. Quan Ge's enormous penis began to penetrate my anus.

Perhaps because my wife had been using the anal dildo she had bought recently, and because Quan Ge had just smeared his saliva on his glans, his glans gradually entered my anus. As Quan Ge's glans entered my anus, I suddenly felt like a woman, a feeling of extreme self-abandonment and self-destruction.

A low moan escaped from my lipstick-covered lips, and Quan Ge began to thrust with all his might. I tightly embraced Quan Ge's back, accepting everything he did. At that moment, my heart had completely become Zi Ling, no longer the Zi Ling I once was.

With Quan Ge's penetration and constant changes in position and style, my penis, which had been drugged by my wife and unable to get erect, ejaculated at least three times due to this extremely perverse sexual game. Each ejaculation was small, but it still exhausted me so much that I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was still dark, but I heard Ya Ting's panting and Quan Ge's vulgarities. I cautiously opened my eyes and saw a scene that shocked me: my wife Ya Ting was on the sofa, completely naked, straddling Quan Ge. Her full, perky breasts were swaying up and down, and her vagina was constantly swallowing and releasing Quan Ge's enormous penis.

Wife: "Brother Quan... Hurry! Ting'er is about to come out! Ah... Brother Quan, Ting'er feels so good..."

Brother Quan: "Hehe, I didn't expect you to be able to train your husband so well, you're really something! Today I'll give you a good time!"

Wife: "Ah... Ting'er listens to Brother Quan, I made him take all the medicine you gave me, and he didn't dare to say no. Ting'er even lied to him that she had a crush on a senior, and that she would only talk to him if he wore women's clothes, all for Brother Quan..."

Brother Quan: "From now on, you two will become my sex slaves, understand?"

Wife: "Brother Quan, Ting'er will listen to you in everything, as long as you fuck Ting'er every day... Ah..."

At this moment, I thought of some of Ya Ting's previous behaviors. Why did she suddenly become passionate? Why didn't she let me touch her before? From being indifferent to becoming sexy, and her unusual insistence on me wearing women's clothes and dressing as a woman... it all seems to be related to this wife's colleague.

At this moment, my wife finally climaxed under Quan's continuous thrusting. Then she noticed me peeking and said in a humiliating tone, "Sister Ling, my dear husband, come here and lick Quan and me clean."

I was stunned... but I couldn't turn back. So, feigning a shy, girlish demeanor, I slowly walked over...

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