Cha Hae-In's nightmare refused to end.
The festival lights blurred around her as she walked beside her future husband, the Daimyo's 30th son.
His massive arm was draped possessively around her slender waist, fingers digging into her side through the thin silk of her kimono.
Every few steps, his hand would slide upward without warning, boldly squeezing one of her full breasts in full view of the passing crowd.
The rough, entitled grope made her flinch, heat flooding her cheeks with burning shame.
"Please… my lord," she whispered desperately, voice trembling as another loud slap landed on her round ass, the sound sharp enough to draw curious glances from nearby revelers. "Not here… people are watching."
He laughed, a wet, wheezing sound that made her stomach turn.
"That's exactly why I'm doing it, my pretty golden-haired doll. I love the way your face twists when I touch what's mine in public." His hand squeezed her breast harder, pinching the nipple through the fabric until she gasped.
"Look at them staring. They all know you belong to me now."
Cha's long blonde hair swayed as she lowered her head, golden strands catching the lantern light like a tragic halo.
Tears pricked at the corners of her gray eyes. How did it come to this? She had always known, deep down since childhood, that her beauty would be used as currency.
Her father's cold ambition had made that clear. But she had clung to the fairytales her mother sang to her at bedtime — stories of gentle husbands who treated their wives like cherished princesses, protecting them and loving them.
Reality had shattered those dreams into dust.
They continued through the crowded market streets. Fireworks exploded overhead in brilliant cascades of red and gold, illuminating the sea of faces.
The air was thick with the scent of grilled meats, sweet pastries, and spilled sake. Street performers danced sensually on small stages, but Cha barely noticed. Her future husband pulled her toward another food stall, forcing her to try more snacks while his free hand roamed shamelessly.
"Open your mouth," he commanded, shoving a sticky honey dumpling past her lips.
As she chewed, his palm slid down her back and slapped her ass again, harder this time, making the flesh jiggle. "Good girl. You're learning fast."
Cha swallowed the sweet treat with difficulty, her throat tight. "My lord… please. We can go somewhere private if you want to touch me. A tent, a room — anywhere. I'll do whatever you ask there."
He grinned, eyes dark with cruel delight. "And miss seeing you squirm like this? No. Your embarrassed little reactions are the best part. Keep walking."
The harassment continued relentlessly. As they passed a jewelry stall, he pulled her close and squeezed both breasts openly, kneading them like dough while pretending to admire a necklace.
"These tits are going to look incredible when I fuck them later," he whispered loudly enough for the shopkeeper to hear. Cha wanted the ground to swallow her whole. Passersby whispered and stared — some with pity, others with amusement at the Daimyo's son's public display.
Every grope, every slap, every crude compliment chipped away at her spirit. She cursed her fate in silence. Why was I born so beautiful? Why couldn't I have been plain? Regret consumed her — regret for every dream she had allowed herself, for every time she had imagined a loving marriage.
Now she was nothing but a toy for this arrogant, overweight pig.
Deep in the Daimyo's private chambers, the ruler of the Land of Fire reveled in absolute excess.
The Daimyo lay sprawled across an enormous silk-covered bed like a beached whale, his grotesquely obese body glistening with sweat.
His vast, jiggling belly dominated everything like a living mountain of flesh that seemed to have its own gravitational pull.
A dozen stunning concubines in sheer crimson and gold silks swarmed over him in a chaotic, horny circus, each fighting viciously — and hilariously — for his attention and future rewards.
The Daimyo grinned wickedly, one meaty hand slapping the ass of the curvaceous brunette grinding desperately on his thick thigh.
"That's it, you greedy sow! Rub that dripping cunt harder — I can feel you leaving a puddle on my leg!" He yanked the slender redhead's hair, forcing her deeper onto his thick cock.
"Deeper, you pathetic throat-slut! Show these clowns how a real favorite sucks!"
The brunette moaned theatrically, grinding faster while shooting a dirty look at the redhead. In her over-eager lunge to kiss the Daimyo's belly, she accidentally elbowed the redhead square in the forehead with a loud thunk.
The redhead yelped, gagging dramatically on his cock before pulling off with an exaggerated cough and a string of saliva that splattered across the Daimyo's belly.
The Daimyo exploded with booming laughter, his entire body shaking like a giant bowl of jelly. "Hah! You idiots! Do it again — I want to see you brain each other over my divine cock!"
Enraged, the brunette slapped the redhead's ass with a resounding SMACK that echoed through the chamber.
"Move your scrawny neck, you useless twig! My fat tits and thunder thighs are what our Lord actually wants!" She then grabbed the redhead's face and slammed their mouths together in a messy, sloppy kiss, complete with exaggerated tongue wrestling and muffled competitive moans, all while trying to press her breasts against the Daimyo at the same time.
The petite beauty with delicate features pressed her bare breasts against his massive belly rolls, rubbing them sensually while attempting to feed him grapes mouth-to-mouth.
In her excitement, she lost balance completely and face-planted directly into the deep canyon of his belly fat with a muffled squelch. Her arms flailed comically as she tried to push herself up, only for her breasts to squish even deeper into the sweaty folds.
"My Lord, your belly is so… mmph… powerful and grand!" she mumbled, voice vibrating against his skin.
The Daimyo roared with laughter, tears streaming down his fat cheeks. "Look at this tiny disaster! She disappeared again! Keep rubbing those pathetic little tits in there — it feels like a massage from a mosquito!"
The long dark-haired woman on his lap rolled her hips frantically despite his enormous gut squashing her like a pillow. She suddenly turned and slapped the petite girl's breast, making it bounce wildly.
"Out of the way, flat-chest! Your body is too small to handle him!" In her dramatic gesture, she overbalanced and nearly toppled sideways off the bed, catching herself by yanking the brunette's hair.
This caused a chain reaction: the brunette squealed, accidentally headbutted the redhead again, and all three women tumbled into a pile of flailing limbs, bouncing breasts, and muffled curses right on top of the Daimyo's belly.
The Daimyo howled with absolute glee, his massive stomach quaking violently and nearly launching the women off like a trampoline.
"You brainless whores! This is better than any festival show! Trip, slap, and fall over each other more — I command it!"
A voluptuous blonde concubine crawled up beside him, licking his ear while pressing her soft body tightly against his side.
"My Lord, the festival speech time approaches. Your loyal subjects are probably sweating in the heat waiting for your mighty voice…"
He laughed cruelly and squeezed the blonde's ass hard enough to make her squeak. "Why should I rush for those worthless peasants? They can stand there like statues while I enjoy my personal comedy troupe!" He forced the blonde's head down toward the redhead.
"Kiss her while she sucks me. I want to feel both your tongues fighting over my cock like starving dogs over a bone."
The women obeyed with chaotic enthusiasm. The brunette and dark-haired woman began grinding their pussies against each other on his thigh while kissing sloppily, occasionally slapping each other's breasts and giggling when one slipped on sweat-slick skin.
The petite one tried to lick his balls but got accidentally sat on by the dark-haired woman's shifting ass again, letting out a high-pitched, muffled squeak that sent the Daimyo into another fit of laughter.
The redhead popped off his cock briefly, strings of saliva everywhere. "My Lord, please choose my throat first! I'll gag and drool so prettily while these clumsy cows trip over their own tits!"
The petite one, still half-squashed, kissed his belly passionately. "I'm smaller and tighter! Pick me and I'll scream your name until the palace shakes! These big-titted disasters can only flop around like drunk seals!"
The dark-haired woman on his lap rolled her hips wildly. "My Lord, feel how wet and desperate I am? I'll let you fuck any hole — even my ears if you want — just kick these idiots off the bed afterward!"
The Daimyo's laughter boomed through the chamber as he thrust upward, thoroughly enjoying the ridiculous, horny chaos.
"You vicious, clumsy, brainless little pets! This is true power — watching beautiful women slap, kiss, and fall all over each other like a circus of desperate whores fighting for my fat cock!"
Suddenly the grand doors opened. A nervous nobleman entered with a beautiful young woman beside him. The Daimyo licked his lips slowly, eyes gleaming with fresh hunger.
"Well, well… another tribute for tonight's entertainment? Come closer, girl. Let's see if you're worthy of joining this glorious circus of falling tits and clumsy cunts."
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