Chapter 20: Damn This Woman! She's Turning Me Into A Kidney-Deficient Wreck!
Sunday, 4 a.m., Room 501 suite.
Lin Xiaoyang's fifteenth ejaculation.
Thick semen sprays across Su Yuqing's face. She's still gaping her mouth to catch more, but the next second, darkness swallows Lin Xiaoyang's vision. His body goes limp like a power outage, sliding straight off the bed to crash onto the floor with a thud, and he passes out cold.
"Xiaoyang?!"
"Master!!"
The two women panic instantly.
Lin Hongyi fumbles through CPR, while Su Yuqing's hands shake as she dials 120, her voice breaking into sobs: "Ambulance! Hurry! He—he passed out!"
The ambulance arrives in ten minutes.
After the ER doctor examines him, he turns gravely to Lin Xiaoyang's accompanying parents: "The young man overindulged in sex—severe dehydration, acute kidney deficiency, and hypoglycemia. Half an hour later, and it could've been fatal."
Lin Father nearly explodes in rage on the spot, while Lin Mother bursts into tears: "You're only eighteen! How could you let yourself get like this?!"
Lin Xiaoyang lies on the hospital bed, hooked to a glucose IV, his face pale as paper. He can only feign frailty, his voice feeble and raspy: "Dad... Mom... It's just... study stress lately... too many late nights..."
Lin Father clearly doesn't buy it. He grabs his son's ear and demands: "Don't bullshit me! Spill it! Have you been screwing around with girls out there?!"
Lin Xiaoyang clings desperately to his "study stress" excuse, sweating bullets.
By noon, Lin Hongyi and Su Yuqing arrive at the hospital one after the other.
Lin Hongyi is dressed impeccably proper: long skirt, flats, no makeup—like a sensible godmother fretting over her charge.
Su Yuqing wears her school uniform, ponytail swinging, backpack in tow, the picture of innocence: "Uncle, Auntie, I'm Xiaoyang's classmate. I came to check on him specially this weekend..."
Lin Mother bristles at the sight of them: "His classmates? Or... something else?"
Lin Hongyi jumps in seamlessly, tears welling up on cue: "Sister, I'm Xiaoyang's godmother. He's been under so much stress lately—I kept telling him not to stay up late... I never imagined it'd come to this. It breaks my heart too..."
Su Yuqing chimes in with red-rimmed eyes: "Auntie, we had monthly exams in class lately. Xiaoyang was always cramming till midnight... We all tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen..."
The two women play off each other flawlessly, airtight.
Lin Father and Lin Mother remain suspicious but lack any proof, so they can only sigh in resignation.
Once everyone else leaves, only the three of them remain in the room.
The door clicks shut, and Lin Hongyi and Su Yuqing drop the act.
Lin Hongyi reaches out and pinches Lin Xiaoyang's cheek, hissing under her breath: "You little brat, you scared me to death! I nearly had a heart attack!"
Su Yuqing's tears patter down as she throws herself onto his chest, sobbing softly: "Master... if you died... I wouldn't want to live either..."
Lin Xiaoyang watches them cry, his heart softening for the first time. Hoarse, he raises his IV-dripping hand: "Stop... everyone stop... I'm really gonna die here... Truce, okay? At least... one month..."
The two women exchange a glance—unwilling, but they know pushing further might actually kill him.
Lin Hongyi wipes her tears and nods: "Fine... one month... Godmom will listen to you."
Su Yuqing nods through her sniffles: "We'll listen to Master..."
Lin Xiaoyang exhales in relief, closes his eyes, and—for the first time in front of them—flashes a weak, genuine smile: "Thanks... let me live, yeah?"
On the third day of his hospital stay, Lin Xiaoyang is discharged. He lies in his bedroom at home, recuperating, still ghostly pale with legs too weak to stand. The doctor's no-ejaculation prescription is taped to his bedhead: at least one month without ejaculation.
His parents are both at work, leaving the house empty.
The doorbell rings, followed by the sound of a key in the lock.
Lin Hongyi enters carrying a thermos and a medical bag. She's in a beige knit dress, her flesh-colored stockings hugging long legs slipped into nude peep-toe heels. Her smile is tender—and dangerous: "Xiaoyang~ Godmom's here to see you~"
She opens the thermos to reveal thick, stewed ginseng and deer antler soup. The medical bag overflows with yang tonics: Lock Yang Solid Essence Pills, deer whip ointment, Golden Gun Never Falls tablets... Her intentions are crystal clear.
Lin Xiaoyang shrinks back into the bed: "Godmom... the doctor said one month no cumming... I really can't take it..."
Lin Hongyi lets out an "oh," her smile turning even sweeter. She kicks off her heels, and her flesh-silk foot climbs onto the bed, its sole still warm and faintly sweaty as it presses against his face, grinding gently: "Who's asking you to cum? The doctor said no ejaculating—not no playing~ As long as you hold it in, not a single drop escapes, it doesn't count as breaking orders, right?"
Her other foot slips under the covers, zeroing in on his flaccid cock. Toes grip the glans through his sleep pants, rubbing slowly, deliberately.
"Godmom... don't... I really can't..."
Lin Xiaoyang's voice trembles, but he can't push her away.
Lin Hongyi leans in, her red lips brushing his ear, voice soft yet vicious: "You little brat, how many loads did that little girl milk out of you last week? Godmom still hasn't settled the score~ Today, you're holding it all in—no drops allowed. If you cum... Godmom'll make sure you can't even get hard for a month."
She begins the true edging torment:
Phase one: Flesh-silk sole wraps the entire shaft, grinding back and forth slowly. Toes occasionally twist the glans. Just as he hardens halfway, she stops cold. "Oh dear~ Gonna cum? Hold it back~"
Phase two: She yanks open his pants and strips off the sleepwear. Flesh-silk toes clamp the urethral slit, gently probing out prostate fluid. Clear droplets ooze free; she smears them even with her toe. "Look~ So much precum, but no cumming allowed oh~"
Phase three: Soles stroke up and down the shaft, speed building until his lower back goes numb. Then she halts abruptly, toes pinching the coronal ridge. "Wanna cum? Not on my watch. Beg Godmom for mercy~"
Lin Xiaoyang's edged to tears, sobbing for mercy: "Godmom... I was wrong... have mercy... I'm really gonna die..."
Lin Hongyi admires his flushed, tear-streaked face before finally relenting. She leans down and kisses his forehead: "Good~ That's enough for today~ Tomorrow we continue your therapy~"
She rises, pours the deer antler soup into a bowl, and feeds it to him spoonful by spoonful: "Finish it up. Gotta build strength for Godmom tomorrow~"
Lin Xiaoyang swallows it down through his tears, one thought burning in his mind: This month, I'm not gonna survive.
The next morning at 10 a.m., Lin Hongyi returns.
Today's outfit: loose beige knit cardigan over a tight hip-hugging skirt. Flesh-colored garter stockings dig into her thigh roots, nude peep-toe heels on feet with wine-red toenail polish wafting mature perfume.
She shuts the door, draws the curtains tight, and upends a black velvet pouch onto the bed: an upgraded metal chastity lock (inner soft spikes + cum-blocking ring to prevent any ejaculation); a slender silicone urethral plug (tip with a tiny hole to block the slit but allow slow prostate fluid seepage); a medical ice pack; a bottle of lube.
Lin Xiaoyang spots the gear and cowers against the headboard: "Godmom... what are you planning now..."
Lin Hongyi's smile is gentle—and perilous: "You looked so miserable holding back yesterday. Godmom pities you~ Today, a little insurance to guarantee not a drop escapes. Even if you wanna cum, you won't be able to—fully obeys the doctor's orders, right?"
No chance to resist. She ices his cock until it's completely soft, then clicks the chastity lock shut. The metal cage clamps tight around the shaft, soft spikes pricking into the glans skin. Finally, she eases the long urethral plug into the slit slowly, inch by inch, until it nudges near the bladder neck. Lin Xiaoyang shudders from the intrusion, gasping in pain.
"There~ Now you couldn't cum even if you tried~"
Lin Hongyi claps her hands, admiring her handiwork. "Next up, Godmom gives you a foot massage. Time to relax~"
She slips off her heels, climbs onto the bed, and sits cross-legged over his crotch. Both flesh-silk feet press down on the icy metal cage.
Footjob edging—officially underway.
Her soles envelop the entire cage, carrying her morning foot sweat and faint leather scent—warm, damp, silky soft. The stocking texture rasps against the bars with a soft squelch-squelch, every motion transmitting straight to his glans. Lin Xiaoyang winces in pain but throbs purple-hard.
"How's that? Godmom's feet smell nice, don't they~?"
Her toes snag the front ring and tug outward. The urethral plug shifts slightly, prostate fluid dripping from the pinhole. She smears it across with her toes, coating the whole cage.
Lin Xiaoyang's lower back numbs from the stimulation: "Godmom... stop... I'm really gonna cum..."
"Then cum~ Show Godmom how~ I wanna see you try!"
Lin Hongyi laughs wickedly, ramping up the pace. Flesh-silk soles grind the cage furiously back and forth, toes twisting the glans spot madly. Slick silk touch, sweaty warmth, plug's invasion, spikes' sting—quadruple torment piles on. Lin Xiaoyang hits his limit, semen surging wildly inside the cage only to be choked dead by the blocking ring. Not a drop escapes; just a bit of clear prostate fluid squeezes from the pinhole. Pain wracks him, tears streaming as he screams hoarsely: "Ah—Godmom—I'm dying—can't cum—!"
Lin Hongyi watches him shatter before easing off. Her toes swipe the dribble onto his lips: "Lick it clean~ No cum today. Tomorrow, we extend the session~"
Lin Xiaoyang licks his own prostate fluid clean amid sobs, his cock shuddering and throbbing purple-hard inside the cage.
Lin Hongyi kisses his forehead in satisfaction: "Good boy. Godmom loves you~ Tomorrow's therapy continues~"
She leaves him alone on the bed—the cage icy cold, the plug a relentless intruder, his cock locked airtight. All day, he simmers in fire and agony.