After leaving the house, I walked a short distance and passed a servants' quarters.
The door was not closed. When I looked inside, I saw a beautiful woman from the Nangong family lying naked inside.
On her straight black hair, there were still white spots of semen.
The two men beside her were servants from the other courtyard, while another female servant lay naked, fast asleep on top of one of them.
I didn't disturb them and walked past.
In the several rooms I passed, the scene was almost identical.
Many famous female warriors had been thoroughly violated in the servants' quarters of our household; in several other rooms, mothers and daughters were being violated together.
When I passed through the main hall, I discovered my soon-to-be wife, my beloved mother, there.
She was completely naked, her legs spread wide facing the doorway. Her swollen vulva was covered in marks of abuse, and semen was constantly leaking from it.
She sat in a rather large chair, but her hands and legs were bound to the armrests, rendering her immobile.
On my mother's high, swollen belly, several large characters were clearly displayed before me.
The words "Bitch who bore a bastard child with her son" were clearly written on my mother's large belly, which looked like she was ten months pregnant and about to give birth.
Besides that, words were also written on my mother's stunningly beautiful face.
The words "slut" were written on my mother's forehead, "whore" on her left cheek, and "harlot" on her right cheek.
And on my mother's large, white breasts were the words "Willing to be punished for marrying off my son, please fuck me as you please."
"Mom! What are you doing? Who came up with this idea to mess with you?" I touched my mother's full breasts, tugged at the nipple rings, and asked curiously.
"It's... ugh... it's all because of your precious son, he has a whole bunch of bad ideas. He said that to punish this shameless grandma, he'll make me greet guests here until the wedding."
My mother said with a coquettish smile.
Just as she was speaking, Mom vomited a large amount of semen. It seemed her stomach was completely full—the equivalent of several men's worth.
Although Mom was posed in such a lewd position, her gaze towards me remained full of tenderness.
If anyone saw Mom now, I wonder how many men would go crazy.
In the past few days, Mom's noble and elegant demeanor had captivated countless men. Even knowing she was a slut to the core, they dared not go too far when fucking her, only unleashing their full power when she complained of not being satisfied.
However, Mom's noble demeanor had no effect on those close to her; instead, it fueled their desire to humiliate her, as evidenced by her current miserable state.
"That brat, he's got so many bad ideas. I wonder what other schemes he'll come up with to mess with us. Mom, you stay here and greet the guests! I'm going for a walk."
After saying this, I kissed Mom hard on the cheek and then left.
On the way, I encountered several early risers, including Nangong Jing and his beautiful fiancée, Dongfang Ling.
When Nangong Jing saw me, he grinned and invited me to fuck Dongfang Ling, even begging me to fuck his ass.
We'd played this game several times in the ruins, and each time all three of us enjoyed it.
Seeing Nangong Jing and Dongfang Ling's expectant faces, I didn't agree.
But before they could be disappointed, I had Nangong Jing fuck the mother who was greeting guests, and Dongfang Ling wake up Xinghun, who was still sleeping, with her cunt.
Although they didn't get to experience the pleasure of being fucked by me, they still followed my instructions and enjoyed themselves.
After leaving the courtyard, I walked through the quiet alley in the early morning and then onto the main street.
At the intersection of the alley and the street, I saw a scene that immediately made my penis erect.
On a pillar at the intersection, a nearly naked woman had her hands bound. She was described as almost completely naked because her long, beautiful legs were clad in sheer red stockings.
The woman's face was covered by a red leather mask, revealing only her nose and mouth; even her eyes were obscured.
This woman could see nothing, and likewise, no one could see her face.
However, this woman whose face was hidden was clearly identified.
Six clitoral rings connected to her stockings by thin threads on her labia, a clitoral ring with writing identifying her, and indelible writing on her full, alluring buttocks—all these revealed her identity.
This woman, bent over and tied to a pillar in the street, was my beloved wife—Yun Yuxin, the eldest daughter of the Long family.
At this moment, a well-dressed young man was embracing my wife's full buttocks, vigorously thrusting into her anus. With each "slap, slap," my wife's buttocks trembled violently from the impact. Encouraged by several servants behind him, the young master shouted loudly, "Miss Yun, Little Princess, your cunt is fucking amazing! A hundred times better than my concubine's, a thousand times better than my wife's! I want to fuck you to my heart's content!"
"Ah... I'm not a heroine, I'm not a princess. I'm just a slut who gets fucked easily, I'm just a whore who gets fucked on the street!"
His wife groaned loudly as the young master fucked her.
Watching his wife and another man having sex on the street, I didn't stop them. Instead, I curiously went to a nearby tea stall and asked the owner, who was watching with interest, "Brother, when did this start?" "
At first, the boss was focused on the performance and didn't notice me.
But after hearing my charming voice, he immediately focused his attention on me.
My family is already familiar with the nearby businesses.
After the boss realized it was me, he stared at my long, shapely legs exposed on either side of my skirt, swallowed hard, and said, "Young Master Long, it's so nice to see you. Hehe! This is the first time I've spoken to you!"
Seeing the boss's excited gaze on my legs, I smiled slightly, then took his hand and sat down close to him.
As I sat down, I lifted the back of my skirt, revealing my thong-clad bottom directly on the bench.
The moment I lifted the back of my skirt, the boss's breathing quickened.
Then I asked gently, "Brother, when did my wife get here? Who brought her?" "
Looking at my gentle, beautiful face, feeling the smooth touch of my hands, the boss stared at me as if in a trance, completely oblivious to what I was saying.
I was very familiar with this reaction. Since the curse was lifted, my aura had caused countless men to lose their composure in my presence, and the number of women was no less than the number of men.
"Brother... what are you looking at! He's asking you a question!" I said coquettishly to the boss.
My coquettishness brought the boss back to his senses, but he didn't hear my question at all.
Just then, an annoyed voice came from behind us, "You damn fool, Young Master Long is asking you a question, why aren't you answering!"
The owner of the voice was a middle-aged woman, around forty years old, with a slightly plump figure.
Her face already had some wrinkles; although she was no longer young, she still possessed a certain alluring charm.
Among the women I had met, she could be considered average-looking, but her conservative, old-fashioned attire completely failed to showcase her charm."
And the adoration and respect in their eyes made me feel quite comfortable.