They Should Never Have Opened That Door
They should never have opened that door.
Schlck, schlck... slurrp, schlk... mmph, suck-suck... slurp-slurp-slurp... hah...
The lewd sounds of caressing spilled down like rain. To Lady Gan's ears they were a rhythmic percussion ensemble; to Mi Lin they called to mind the sound of dozens of women having their silk robes torn away all at once, their naked bodies laid bare.
It was the sound of at least ten women deploying their well-honed arts of pleasure in a single concerted assault. Not a trace of shame. Not a hint of hesitation. There was even an earnestness to it, as if this were simply work that needed doing. Some of the sounds Lady Gan's chaste imagination could not begin to identify—techniques she had no hope of fathoming.
She felt as though the women's juices were raining down through the sounds themselves, dissolving the clothes she wore like paper, stripping her bare. Right now, beyond that thin paper door, there were women striding through a lewd world she dared not even set foot in. Women who took the bodies they had been born with and drove them to their absolute limits. Breasts and nipples and cleavage, lips and tongues and teeth, hands and wrists and toes and thighs, buttocks and waists, hips, and even their cunts—all of it marshaled to dominate a man.
Women who claim a world I can never possess...
If only it weren't coming from the room where her husband's sworn brother lay sleeping.
Filthy...!
She wanted to know that world.
I don't want to see it...!
She wanted to see it.
Thuk.
Lady Gan looked toward the sound. Mi Lin had punched a hole in the door.
Through the hole, the room was so thick with heat that faint steam leaked out. The lamps lit along the ceiling filled the chamber until it seemed as though a fire had broken out. The blazing flames flickered and set the shadows of the people inside to dancing.
It was a wet, magnificent choreography of naked bodies.
Eight women surrounded the reclining Guan Yu. From Lady Gan and Lady Mi's vantage, the women stationed at his legs came into view first. What immediately caught the eye were two slender figures plastered against his legs, sucking on his toes and knees. The dainty little buttocks of the woman humming as she sucked his left toes like a piece of delicious candy drifted back and forth across the hole Lady Mi had made, blocking the view and revealing it again.
Two holes yawned obscenely open. The more secret of the two was flushed an angry red. Droplets shimmered on it like moisture on a fogged windowpane. It looked like a steamed mussel, served up ready to eat.
I-impossible... is that what it looks like...?
Lady Gan thought of her own cunt, which she had never once seen. She had never looked in a mirror. She had never wanted to know what it looked like. But what she was seeing now was unmistakably another woman's cunt. Hers could not be so very different.
Unlike Lady Gan, who was reeling from the shock, Mi Lin was thinking of her own dusky cunt.
A woman's there... could look that beautiful...
At Guan Yu's head, two women of quite different builds had each buried his arms between their thighs as if they meant to snap them, massaging him with their cunts. While his fingers melted inside their mouths, the two competed to sandwich his forearms in their ample cleavage and knead them with both hands. They lacked the sheer destructive force of Mi Lin's breasts, but they were clearly exceptional. In fact, they were far too large to belong to women of the Central Plains.
That's right... Mi Lin's breasts really are... too big, even for her...
The faintly bronzed skin and slightly curled hair were unmistakably those of foreign women. The technique of sliding their cunts softly through Guan Yu's armpits while simultaneously employing breasts and lips made it look as if three people were latched onto each arm.
But the most overwhelming sight was Guan Yu's lower body.
Three women crouched like cats along either side of him, craning their necks to lick his cock in companionable unison. The three conspicuously small-framed women were short-haired girls who looked as alike as triplets.
Good heavens... they might even be younger than Mi Lin...!
They were slimmer and more girlish even than the slender women caressing his legs. Their figures were hidden behind the others, but they clearly weren't curvy. Pretty round shoulders from which the line fell in a graceful curve; tiny lips that looked as if they could barely take two fingers; and from those lips, small red tongues that twittered like little birds...
Wait...?
In that instant, Lady Gan felt that the scene before her eyes was somehow unreal. And no wonder: the heads of the women she could see numbered three. Three women licking his cock. Heads, from the bottom up: one, two, three...
And yet the lowest girl's tongue was... at the man's root... the middle girl's tongue was... on the shaft... and the uppermost head...
H-huh... I still... can't see the head...?
The third head was still. on. the. shaft.
Guan Yu's cockhead gleamed above the third girl's eyebrows like a crown.
In that moment, as Lady Gan and Lady Mi grasped the reality of what they were seeing—
Eh...?
—the full, magnificent length of Guan Yu's cock filled their vision.
It was too large to be called a cock. It was more like a tree. Over the slack faces of two primitive women confronting the vast mystery of nature, the lamplight threw the shadow of a great tree.
The eighth woman was standing over Guan Yu's head.
Her hair hung in three great cascades, swaying all the way to her ankles, and like the others she wore not a single thread. With her feet planted at shoulder width, one beside each of Guan Yu's ears, she had thrown her cunt down before his gaze.
If the other seven looked more lewd than their original beauty on account of the shocking acts they were performing, this woman radiated an exceptional sensuality merely by standing there naked. A height so great that at a glance one might not take her for a woman; long legs that, just before one could think them too thin, pulsed with vitality; a pelvis suspended above them that unfurled a snow-white horizon seeming to stretch on forever; and at the end of a waist that curved upward like the neck of a porcelain vase, languid breasts swelled and rolled.
She traced her pale fingers down from her throat, drew a circle above her cunt, and pressed deep into herself. With a wet squelch, the fingers that spread her open let a few drops of her juices fall—plip—onto Guan Yu's forehead.
Guan Yu showed no reaction at all. He might as well have been a dead man.
"Hah..."
The girl licking Guan Yu's cock stretched her tiny mouth as wide as it would go and swallowed his cockhead. She was so small that merely holding it in her mouth made her jaw look overtaxed. Panting, she flicked her tongue several times, then pulled off with a wet gasp.
The second and third girls giggled and climbed up to the head. The two of them didn't dare try to swallow the cock; they opened their mouths in little bites, pretending to take it and let it go, laughing at each other. Facing the cockhead from left and right, they worked their tongues and lips with dazzling skill, coating every corner of it in saliva until it gleamed. It was diligent work, like oiling a machine so that every part would function perfectly.
Then the eighth woman, who had been standing, turned her back.
As if that were a signal, the seven women released whatever part of Guan Yu's body they had been sucking, licking, or kissing, and quietly knelt. Hair swaying to her ankles, the eighth woman walked the length of his body. It was as if a naked goddess were descending upon an altar ringed by seven nudes.
Lady Gan and Lady Mi saw her eyes for the first time.
Violet eyes you could fall into...
Those eyes, Lady Gan thought, looked somehow as if their light had gone out.
The gaze slowly descended. Meeting Guan Yu's cock, which had risen to the height of a calf, those eyes regarded it lingeringly—and drooled. As her head came down, her hair covered his cock. It was like watching a celestial brush descend after the drip of a lip-shaped water dropper.
Sweeping a great sheaf of hair to one side, the woman paused a moment before Guan Yu's cock, gleaming in the lamplight—then began to swallow it with her mouth.
The motion was slow, but it never broke. Past the lips, through the region of the tongue, and at the unmistakable depth of the throat she gulped the cock down in great swallows, like someone dying of thirst. Pressing Guan Yu's hips down with both hands, she swallowed it, inch by unmistakable inch...
Lady Gan found her grip on Lady Mi tightening without realizing it. It was a deepthroat so complete that merely watching it made her feel she might suffocate. Lady Mi was being clutched so hard her hand had gone white, but she felt nothing. The seven women, watching her technique, wore expressions of wonder and affection, and flicked their tongues.
Hwah—
Reaching the end, the woman spat the cock out. Reborn from inside her body, it jutted with an even more obscene fury.
The two ladies snapped back to their senses. Those deep violet eyes were looking straight at them. It was a deep voice, with a beauty like a sigh on the verge of fading.
Lady Gan sprang to her feet and opened the door.
The heat of the room seemed to come swirling toward them. Eight pairs of eyes shimmered in the lamplight.
Lewd, mocking eyes.