Around ten o'clock in the morning, the servants and guards of Prince Jing's estate still hadn't seen their master.
They weren't the least bit surprised, however—after all, their master had just taken two peerless beauties as his wives the day before.
It would have been far stranger if he had managed to get up early the morning after marrying such stunning women.
Throughout the estate today, not a single servant or maid dared to approach Prince Jing's bedchamber; no one wanted to risk disturbing him.
Earlier that morning, two maids had intended to wake the Prince, but upon reaching his door, they turned away, their faces flushing bright red.
From within came the rhythmic *thwack-thwack-thwack* of flesh colliding, accompanied by the lewd, sultry cries of a woman—leaving no doubt as to what was happening inside.
Both maids had previously been fucked by Prince Jing's thick, massive cock, so they knew all too well just how formidable it was.
Filled with a mix of envy and jealousy toward the wives, the maids lingered outside for a moment to listen to the sounds of the lovemaking before quietly slipping away.
While the servants whispered among themselves about how shamelessly lascivious the cries from the chamber were—and just how powerful Prince Jing's member truly was—the very people they were discussing were engaged in a session of "face-riding" intercourse.
And I mean that literally: they were fucking right on top of my face.
Their buttocks pressed against my features, shifting and writhing, while Prince Jing's cock thrust relentlessly into his wife's wanton pussy—her own backside swaying in a display of pure, unadulterated lewdness. The point where my wife's slutty cunt met Prince Jing's cock was positioned directly above my mouth, allowing the erotic juices flowing from her slit to drip continuously onto my lips.
I didn't resist this delicious, intoxicating nectar in the slightest; instead, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed it down greedily.
As the cock and the slutty cunt engaged in a rhythmic, piston-like motion right against my face, I responded by darting my tongue out to lick and caress them incessantly.
With one hand, I supported Prince Jing's firm, muscular buttocks, while with the other, I held up my wife's voluptuous, lewd backside, ensuring they could play together passionately right above my face.
Since the early hours of this morning—after all the men who had participated in last night's "nuptial chamber" festivities had departed—my wife and Prince Jing had been resting in his private quarters.
Meanwhile, I was left to clean up the mess scattered across the courtyard, much like a lowly servant.
After sleeping for a couple of hours, my wife and Prince Jing—and I as well—woke up almost simultaneously. From that point on, my wife and I took turns being fucked and ravished by the Prince.
Throughout the entire morning, my wife and I reached one climax after another; our cunts and anuses were filled with an exquisite, overwhelming pleasure.
Although Prince Jing's cock doesn't quite measure up to those of Pang Xing, Shao Qing, or Lang Qing, it's not far off.
And while his martial arts prowess and intellect may be quite ordinary, his skill with his cock—and his mastery in the act of fucking—is absolutely top-tier. Prince Jing would have my wife and me lie on the bed, taking turns fucking us in the standard position. At other times, he would have us lie on top of each other—pressing our wanton cunts tightly together—before taking turns fucking both of them. Sometimes, he would make us get on all fours like bitches, taking turns fucking our cunts and our anuses. On other occasions, he would even have me take the role of the man, fucking his own anus.
About an hour ago, Prince Jing began to humiliate and toy with me once again, alongside my wife.
Throughout the entire morning, Prince Jing had subjected my wife and me to nearly every conventional way of fucking a cunt.
"My dear concubine, watch closely! Watch your husband fuck your ex-wife's slutty cunt with all his might—watch as I ejaculate deep inside her! Oh! I'm cumming!"
Prince Jing shouted in a frenzy, releasing a massive amount of semen into my wife's cunt.
"Cum! Just keep cumming! Oh, my wonderful husband—right in front of this pathetic cuckold, fill me up with your seed! Get me pregnant!"
My wife cried out.
Amidst her high-pitched, lewd moans, both she and Prince Jing began to convulse.
After a series of intense spasms, the two of them remained locked in a tight embrace, sitting right on top of my face.
Only after a while did their violent tremors finally subside.
Once their bodies had completely settled, Prince Jing finally withdrew his cock from my wife's cunt. "Squelch."
Following that sound, a copious amount of semen gushed out from my wife's slutty cunt, dripping down onto my face.
Far from feeling any disgust, I swallowed it all without a moment's hesitation.
Having consumed Prince Jing's semen, I immediately moved to get up and dress.
But my newlywed husband—Prince Jing—spoke up: "My dear concubine, look at your cock—just look at how erect it is! We'll be seeing the Emperor soon; you'd better jerk that semen out, lest His Majesty finds out."
"Husband, am I to appear before the Emperor in my male form? Do I not need to shift into my female form?"
I asked, feeling puzzled.
"Naturally, you must present yourself as a woman to the Emperor and the Empress, but your male aspect must remain, too. If the Emperor commands you to serve him, you'd better make sure you do it well—do you understand?"
"Mm! I understand, my husband. I shall serve the Emperor with the utmost care!"
I replied, acting the part of an obedient concubine.
Hearing this, Prince Jing smiled with satisfaction.
Together, my wife and I helped him get dressed, then busied ourselves with our own preparations—soon enough, we were both looking thoroughly wanton.
We didn't wear the garments from our soul space; instead, we donned the attire Prince Jing had prepared for us.
My wife wore a small, golden *dudou* (bodice) beneath a long, red, one-piece sheer gown—it covered her quite thoroughly, yet the fabric was thin enough to be slightly translucent.
As for me, I was dressed in a red *dudou* worn under a white, semi-transparent, gossamer-thin gown. A beautiful body, partially veiled by sheer fabric, looked incredibly alluring.
My attire was even more provocative and wanton than my wife's—fitting, given that she holds the status of the "legitimate wife," while I am merely a concubine.
Yet, the mark on my wife's forehead ensures that no matter how dignified her attire, the truth remains: she is nothing but a slut. And that's not to mention the name of our son, which is clearly visible, branded right across her ample breast.
As my wife, Prince Jing, and I boarded the lavish carriage, the coachmen and servants attending to us stared in shock—first at my revealing outfit, then at the mark on my wife's forehead.
Through the white, sheer fabric, my enticing form was laid bare. As I lifted my leg to step into the carriage, my tiny *dudou* (bodice) failed to conceal what lay between my thighs; the dark, intimate patch was left completely exposed to view.
The sound of the servants and guards swallowing hard reached our ears quite clearly.