The Humiliation of the Sichuan Tang Clan (4)
Jong Yak-hui seized Dang Dupae by the hair and ground him against her pussy. He grinned.
"My, my. If the Second Matriarch is holding my head like that, how am I supposed to taste her and pleasure her properly?"
Hah— I... I didn't even realize. Oh god, I grabbed Dang Dupae's head and rubbed him against my pussy. This is so humiliating.
The haze cleared for a moment under his mocking laugh, and Jong Yak-hui burned with shame at what she had done.
"Y-you coward!"
"Coward? This is Bliss Ointment. It's a fine product for the Second Matriarch."
"Hnn— Using Bliss Ointment like a coward— aren't you even ashamed?"
"But weren't you holding onto me just now because you liked it?"
"Hnn— Th-that... that wasn't my true self."
The moment Jong Yak-hui released his hair, Dang Dupae pushed himself up.
"Not your true self. Heh. Then this time I'll taste you with my hand instead of my tongue."
His fingers slid, rubbed, rolled, flicked.
"Hiiik...! Hah— hah—! Hiii—!"
Every stroke of Dang Dupae's hand sent a spine-shivering jolt of pleasure through her, and Jong Yak-hui began to twist and writhe.
Aaaah...! This is...? It feels different. My pussy itches. That burning heat has turned into this unbearable itch. Aaaah!
At first her sex had burned like a furnace. The heat had climbed into her skull and melted her thoughts; now the inside of her cunt had begun to itch, and a hollow, aching emptiness flooded in behind it.
Hah, hah— hot, itchy, empty. I want something filling me up.
Her head was on fire again. Barely aware of what she was doing, Jong Yak-hui moved on pure instinct.
Her hand drifted down. Wet flesh parted.
"Hait—!"
Without meaning to, she brought her own fingers to her pussy and pushed two of them deep into her cunt.
Then she began to work them, thrusting into herself.
Squelch, squelch— wet, sticky, filthy sounds filled the air as she fucked her own fingers.
"Hiii—! Hah, hah!"
Jong Yak-hui's face went slack with bliss as she fingered herself.
"My, my... the elegant Second Matriarch, masturbating? Leaving us out of it— how could you?"
Dang Dupae's words struck like a small blow through the heat in her skull, and for a heartbeat Jong Yak-hui's reason flickered back.
Aaaah, what am I doing. Masturbating with my own hand right in front of them. Doing something this shameful while they watch. I've lost my mind.
The knowledge that she had shoved her fingers into her own pussy and pleasured herself before their eyes flooded her with humiliation.
But her reason was already slipping back under the tyranny of sensation.
With her hand already inside herself, Jong Yak-hui began moving her fingers again without meaning to.
Squelch, squelch— wet, sticky, filthy.
"Hah— hah...! Hnnngh!"
Aaaah, I know they're watching... but I can't stop. It's so humiliating in front of them, but I can't stop masturbating. I think I've gone insane.
Shame burned through her, yet the pleasure was so overwhelming she could not still her hand.
The two men watched the Second Matriarch finger-fuck herself with lewd abandon, and both of them smiled with ugly delight.
"Little brother. We ought to preserve the Second Matriarch's dignity. Hold her hands."
"Yes, of course."
Dang Dupyeong caught the hand still buried in her pussy, pulled it free, and forced both of her arms up over her head, pinning her wrists in his grip.
"Haaah...! N-no—"
"No what?"
"I-I have to finger my pussy. It itches. It's hot and it itches."
She thrashed, trying to drag her trapped hands back down between her legs, but Jong Yak-hui's soft strength was nothing against Dang Dupyeong. He held her fast.
The itch in her cunt and the burning tightness in her chest made her twist and writhe, but with her wrists pinned she could not even move her upper body.
Aaaah, my pussy is so empty my chest feels like it's going to burst. Aaaah, I want something filling me up.
With her mind on fire, the only thought left was that she had to get her hand back into her pussy and masturbate.
"I'll take care of fingering the Second Matriarch for her."
Dang Dupae climbed back onto the bed and settled between her thighs.
He dragged his cock along her folds, rubbing, grinding.
"Hiiik...!"
Hah, hah— th-that's incredible—!
The moment Dang Dupae began stroking his cock along her slit, a crushing wave of pleasure surged up from her pussy.
Jong Yak-hui panted, trembling with arousal.
"Second Matriarch, my cock will feel far better than your fingers. Why don't you have a taste?"
He thrust in— deep, sudden, all the way.
"Haaah—! Hwaaaaang—! Aaaah—!"
Th-this kind of pleasure— hah, hah...! It's nothing like before.
Earlier, when Dang Dupae had first pushed into her, she had felt sexual pleasure— but it had been something she could still endure by force of will.
Not now. Pleasure like a hammer-blow through her entire body seized her, and Jong Yak-hui arched her back without meaning to, her hips shuddering.
Unimaginable sensation rose from deep inside her cunt and burst in her skull like fireworks.
The intensity of it left her gasping as if she could not breathe.
More important still: the instant his cock filled her, that unbearable itch and heat inside her pussy eased. The fullness of being packed tight soothed the craving.
Hah, hah— the heat and the itch are fading. Aaaah, being filled so completely... it feels like my whole body is drowning in pleasure.
Satisfaction flooded her the moment Dang Dupae's cock was inside her, and Jong Yak-hui sank into rapture.
"As expected— the Second Matriarch likes my manhood."
Hah, hah...! Aah! Dang Dupae is inside me right now— hah, hah!
Even as the heat scrambled her thoughts, the sound of his voice alone was enough to drag up a spike of revulsion and briefly clear her head.
"I-I could never like it. I despise that thing of yours."
"Haha. Really? Then taste it again and tell me."
He began to thrust— hard, wet, relentless, the slap of flesh on flesh filling the room.
"Haaah.... Hah, hah! Hnnngh...! Ugh—!"
As Dang Dupae drove his cock in and out of her, Jong Yak-hui's mouth fell open and broken moans spilled free.
Regardless of her will, every stroke shattered her with pleasure that claimed her entire body.
He pulled out with a wet pop.
"Hnn—! Wh-why? Why are you pulling out?"
Jong Yak-hui stared up at him with naked longing.
"Do you want my cock?"
"Want... n-no. I don't."
"You don't like it?"
"Like... n-no. I despise it."
She started to answer from pure rapture, then caught herself each time his voice dragged her reason back— her replies swinging wildly between the two.
"Is that so? You don't want it. Then I won't put it back in. If you do want my cock, all you have to say is: Husband, please put your cock inside me."
"Hnn— Wh-what? Call you Husband? You're not even my husband—"
"If a man is the one whose cock you want, isn't that man your husband?"
"Hnn— Th-that's absurd. You could never be my husband."
"Then I'll wait until the Second Matriarch acknowledges me as her husband."
"Hnn— You could never be my husband."
Whenever her reason returned, Jong Yak-hui loathed him.
Dang Dupae only smiled, utterly at ease as he looked down at her.
"Is that so?"
He dragged his cock over her clit and along her folds again, rubbing, grinding.
"Hiiik...! Hah, hah...! Aaaah!"
Hah, hah— my heart is burning up, my pussy is burning up. Aaaah, I need to be filled. If I'm not, I'll go mad. But I can't beg Dang Dupae.
Every time his cock stroked her slit, Jong Yak-hui leaked slick and panted for breath.
She thrashed, trying to get her own hand to her pussy— but she could not overpower Dang Dupyeong, and the helplessness nearly drove her insane.
Hah, hah— I want something thrusting into me so badly. A hand, a cock, a stick— anything. I just need something fucking my pussy.
But with her hands pinned, she could put nothing inside herself.
Hah, hah— I need a cock in me. Aaaah— no. This isn't my husband's cock.
She fought the haze with the scraps of cold reason that still flickered through.
"Well? Still don't need my cock?"
"I-I need it."
"Shall I put it in the Second Matriarch's pussy, then?"
"Yes. Put it in. Hurry."
She could no longer deny that she needed a cock— and she had no choice but to beg Dang Dupae to give her his.
"Then you have to ask properly. Say: Husband, please put it in."
"H-Husband? Th-that's something you only say to your husband—"
Even through the fog, enough reason remained for Jong Yak-hui to flinch and refuse.
"Ah well. Then I'll give you another little taste, and you can think it over again."
He thrust back in— deep and sudden.
"Haaang...! Ughnnn...! G-good...!"
The moment Dang Dupae's cock filled her again, Jong Yak-hui's body arched and the word good tore out of her without permission.
It was the moment her mind began to surrender to Dang Dupae's cock.